He didn't break free, but turned around, and Su Yi stuffed a roll of rice paper into his hand. Su Yi put his fist to his lips, coughed twice, and said in a pretentious manner: "This is for you."
With the unpleasant memories from before, Lan Fuchu didn't want to open the roll of rice paper at all this time. He held it in his hand with a cold brow, without any intention of moving.
Seeing this, Su Yi frowned slightly, took the roll of paper back from his hand, and opened it with a flick, "This time it's really not a mess!"
The rice paper placed upright in front of Lan Fuchu turned out to be a sketch.
The person in the painting has a pointed profile, black hair and light eyes. He is holding a book by Samuelson and sitting in the sun, reading quietly and attentively. His features and expression are exactly like his own.
He stared at the sketch quietly, without looking away for a long time.
Su Yi raised the corners of his lips, "Really? I told you I didn't mess with you this time, but you still don't believe me!"
He didn't say anything.
She giggled for a while, then said, "I misunderstood you before, okay..."
He smacked his lips, touched his nose, and suddenly said seriously, "I'm sorry."
"Let's just laugh it off and forget our grudges!"
After saying this, her mind became more open, and she finally said the apology that had been hidden in her heart for a long time. She felt like she had lost two pounds.
Seeing Lan Fuchu was silent, Su Yi thought that he might still mind, and then this crack could not be repaired. Su Yi did not care and said lightly, "I have apologized. From now on, you go your way and I go mine. We will not interfere with each other. Goodbye..."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Seeing that she was about to leave, Lan Fuchu's hand holding the sketch seemed to hesitate for a moment, and he said, "Wait a moment."
Su Yi stopped and looked back. The setting sun was falling behind her. She was smiling with her hair draped over her shoulders. She gave the illusion that she was so beautiful that she didn't seem real.
Lan Fuchu was silent for a moment, then said word by word: "Did you draw this sketch?"
"yes."
“It’s a pretty good painting.”
"Of course. Don't you see who painted it?"
Lan Fuchu was shocked by her shamelessness and frowned slightly.
Su Yi laughed heartily, and after a long while, she waved at him, "Okay, I'm going back now. See you next semester."
"Will you go back to the key class?" He looked at her from a distance, his eyes becoming deep.
She thought for a moment, then suddenly looked at him mischievously, her eyes were ambiguous and teasing, "Why? Do you miss me?"
Lan Fuchu was slightly startled, but seeing her laughing so happily, he finally decided not to ask any more questions. He rolled up the rice paper and left, leaving Su Yi's exaggerated laughter behind him.
Su Yi chased after him from a distance and said, "Wait until the second year of high school. I don't want to go back this year."
Lan Fuchu paused as he was about to go down the stairs. After a few seconds, he walked down again. The faint smile in his eyes was reflected in the bright sunshine of early winter.
*
After the final exams, it was winter vacation. During this time, my father still hadn't come back, but he had started answering the phone. My mother's mood had also improved a lot. She started talking and laughing and going out for walks and shopping. My father refused to come back, and Su Yi didn't dare to push him too hard. After all, this was a problem between her parents. Even if she was angry, she couldn't grab her father's neck and scold him. She just asked him a question, "Dad, Mom said, you raised a college student outside?"
"That's not true. Your mother is talking nonsense." Su's father's cold voice came from the phone.
Su Yi nodded, holding a potato chip in her fingers, "That's good, I believe everything my father says."
Father Su was silent.
Su Yi lowered his eyes and changed the subject, "Dad, the New Year is coming soon, will you come back this year?"
"Do you want your dad to go back?" Father Su still loves his daughter very much. She is the apple of his eye and has been for so many years.
"Of course, I definitely want Dad to come back and be with me. You've been so busy and haven't come back to see me for a long time."
"Aren't you busy with work? And you live on campus now, so you don't have much time to come back."
"Who said that?" She pretended to be innocent and replied, "Although we have to live on campus during the week, we have holidays on Saturdays and Sundays. If you come back, I will definitely go home to be with you."
"Um."
"Dad, please bring me a New Year's present."
Father Su hesitated for a moment, as if feeling guilty, and said, "Okay."
On New Year's Eve, Dad Su came back as expected, with his hands full of gift boxes, looking exhausted after a long journey outside.
Su Yi stood at the entrance, wrapped in a bright red tasseled cape. Her fair and clean little face looked particularly lively and charming under the light.
She hugged her father's arm and smiled brightly, "Dad, you're back. I missed you so much."
Father Su touched the top of her head with his hand and said, "Dear, look what gift Daddy brought you."
Su Yi happily helped her father move the gifts in his hands into the living room.
There were many people sitting in the bright and luxurious European-style living room, including grandparents and grandparents-in-law.
Both Mr. and Mrs. Su were the first generation of only children in the 1970s. After they got married, they gave birth to their only daughter, Su Yi. Therefore, during the New Year and other festivals, the elders from both sides of the Su family would get together to celebrate the reunion.
This is also the reason why Su's father reluctantly agreed to let his daughter come back for the New Year. Maybe their marriage is almost coming to an end, but he still doesn't want to make his elders and daughter sad.
With her elders and daughter around, Mother Su was no longer as violent and radical as before. She sat on the sofa, smiling gently, wearing a light gold cheongsam, looking gorgeous and imposing.
Appearance and spirit are divorced, that's probably what it means.
Su Yi saw it all but pretended nothing happened. Maybe even she didn't know what to do. A child of this age, even if she was mature, would not be able to cope with the broken relationship of her parents. She would crawl into her grandmother's arms, then hug her grandfather's arm and rock him. She was not only beautiful, but also smart and sweet-spoken. She made all the elders happy and laugh.
Several elders gave her big red envelopes. Su Yi held them in her arms and smiled so hard that her eyes disappeared.
Not long after, someone rang the doorbell.
Aunt Li was working in the kitchen. Since Su Yi was the younger one, she had to go and open the door. She stuffed a plum into her mouth, walked to the entrance, and saw a handsome man with gentle features on the surveillance screen. She smiled and pressed the button to open it.
The door slowly opened, reflecting a slender figure, Song Yanan.
Su Yi smiled, "Oh, it's you who's here."
Song Yanan walked in with a gift box and flicked her forehead with his hand, "What do you mean by 'you'? You are so disrespectful. Call me brother."
Su Yi covered his forehead and laughed cheerfully, "Brother, what are you doing here?"
"Happy New Year to my uncle and aunt." After saying that, he turned into the living room. When he saw the elders, he was not reserved at all. He walked over to them naturally and calmly, put down the gifts, and started chatting and laughing with them.
(End of this chapter)