Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 206 Memories of the Past

The road home wasn't long, and the streetlights cast our shadows, making them appear to grow longer and shorter.

Xiao Yunqing walked ahead, her pace neither fast nor slow, her white dress swaying gently in the wind.

Song Huan followed behind, hands in his pockets, strolling slowly.

Seeing his lively and energetic appearance, Xiao Yunqing realized that everything that happened in the movie theater was an act.

"Pervert!" Xiao Yunqing cursed fiercely without turning her head.

Song Huan didn't say anything.

You're right!

"rogue!"

She cursed again.

Yes, yes, yes!

Song Huan remained silent, acting as if she were a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water.

Xiao Yunqing stopped, turned around, and glared at him.

"Say something!"

Song Huan spread her hands, "You've already insulted me, what else can I say?"

Xiao Yunqing's face was still red, which was even more clearly visible under the streetlights, her face turning red from her cheeks to the tips of her ears.

"You did it on purpose. All that talk about being cold and putting your hands in your pockets was just an act."

Song Huan looked completely innocent. "I'm really cold. You touched my hand. Isn't it cold?"

Xiao Yunqing opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

His hands were indeed cold, but...

"You're a pervert," she cursed again, then turned and continued walking.

Song Huan followed her, walking beside her. "If I were a pervert, you would have run away long ago. Why would you be watching a movie with me?"

Xiao Yunqing quickened her pace. "The tickets are about to expire; it would be a waste not to watch them."

"Oh, so you dressed up so beautifully?"

"Who dressed up? I always dress like this."

Song Huan smiled but didn't expose him.

When I got downstairs, the lights at the entrance of the building were on, casting a dim yellow glow on the steps.

Xiao Yunqing stopped and turned around.

Her face was still flushed, her lips were pursed, and her eyes were bright.

"Hurry up and go up, there are a lot of bad guys tonight," Song Huan said.

Xiao Yunqing looked at him and pouted.

"You're the bad guy, the human trafficker!"

After saying that, she turned and ran, her white dress swaying in the light, as she ran into the building entrance.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway, and motion-activated lights illuminated each floor one by one.

Traffickers?

I haven't heard this word in years.

Song Huan stood downstairs, listening to the footsteps grow fainter and fainter, smiled, and turned to leave.

A gentle evening breeze was blowing, and it felt quite cool on my skin.

Song Huan shrugged and turned into a small alley.

This route home is faster; it passes through an old residential area, saving me a few minutes of walking.

The alley is narrow, with old buildings on both sides, their plaster peeling off to reveal the red bricks underneath.

The streetlights were far apart, casting a dim, yellowish glow that didn't illuminate the area very brightly.

He was walking along when he suddenly stopped.

There was an internet cafe by the roadside. It wasn't a big storefront, and the neon lights on the sign were on, flashing red, green, and blue.

The four characters "Wanxin Internet Cafe" are particularly eye-catching at night.

Song Huan stared at the sign and murmured it aloud.

In an instant, it was as if I was lost in memories.

That was during his senior year of college.

After escaping from the shady factory where he had been assigned to do his internship by the school, he begged his family for 250,000 yuan and went to Nanjiang City to start his own business with high spirits.

I rented a small office, bought a computer, registered the company, and hired ten employees.

I thought I would be able to show off my skills.

In just six months, he lost all of his 250,000 yuan.

Left with no other choice, he had to sheepishly take Lin Yue back to Jiangcheng.

When his parents found out, they were furious.

"Find a stable job, pass the civil service exam, and your dad can make arrangements for you in the future!"

Song Huan wouldn't listen.

He knew very well that if he couldn't earn 880,000 yuan in betrothal money, Lin Yue's parents would never agree to them being together.

How much do civil servants earn? How much can a stable job earn?

He was very depressed during that period.

I dare not go back home, and I don't know what I can do if I go back to Nanjiang City.

For almost a month, he and Lin Yue squeezed into this Wanxin Internet Cafe.

He had no money on him and relied entirely on Lin Yue for his expenses.

She didn't have much money on her, and the two thousand yuan she brought was quickly spent.

Inevitably, the two of them would go hungry.

That night, Lin Yue borrowed a bucket of instant noodles from the internet cafe manager for five yuan.

When she got back, she put the instant noodles on the table and looked at him.

"Can't you find a job? What kind of person are you, spending all your time in internet cafes?"

He didn't speak.

"Do you know I'm almost out of money?"

He still didn't say anything.

Lin Yue's voice grew louder and louder, "You're just unambitious and can't make money. I must have been blind to follow you."

Song Huan suddenly lost her temper, and the two started arguing loudly, attracting the attention of people browsing the internet nearby.

Lin Yue left angrily.

After calming down, Song Huan sat listlessly in a chair, staring blankly at the bucket of instant noodles that Lin Yue had borrowed from the internet cafe manager.

He later learned that she had deliberately started the argument that day.

The purpose was to let him eat that bucket of instant noodles by himself so that he could have a full meal.

The two later reconciled.

Lin Yue found a part-time job washing dishes nearby, earning sixty yuan a day, including one meal.

Song Huan also found a job repairing computers. It's funny, he studied computer science in college but ended up repairing computers. However, since he was an apprentice, the salary was low, only 100 yuan a day.

Lin Yue was delighted, often holding his hand and saying with admiration, "You're amazing! You earn more than me!"

During the Qingming Festival, the two of them took a bus back to their hometown.

My grandparents had already passed away by then, the old house was uninhabited, the yard was overgrown with weeds, and most of the plaster on the walls had fallen off.

Lin Yue didn't mind at all. She rolled up her sleeves and spent a long time cleaning the main room.

She lit an incense stick for her grandparents, then turned to look at him.

How long do you plan to stay here?

Song Huan hesitated for a moment, "I don't know, maybe it'll take a lifetime."

She looked at him and smiled gently. "Then let's go back to school another day and go to my dorm to get my clothes. What I brought isn't enough to last a lifetime."

Song Huan couldn't help but ask, "And what about you? Are you really prepared to stay here for the rest of your life?"

She lowered her head and thought for a moment.

"I don't know either, but wherever you are, that's where I'll be."

Song Huan fell silent.

"Remember to get an internet connection later, and also install a water heater. Your heart isn't very strong, so you can't take cold showers."

She kept talking.

"I'll talk to my parents. I've saved up quite a bit of money from working these past few months. Then you can go out and find another job, and we'll open a small shop here."

"Your family must own land, right? Do you know how to farm? I'm not going to farm. I'll just cook for you and do some housework. Don't make me do any other hard work, or I'll go back to Jingnan."

She sat there and talked a lot.

Food, clothing, housing, transportation, and where the children will go to school in the future.

In every word she spoke of about the future, Song Huan was present in every sentence.

That night, the two of them lay on the bed in the old house, covered with the same thick quilt.

There were insects chirping outside the window, one soft chirp after another.

"Song Huan, did your grandparents have any unfulfilled wishes before they passed away?" Lin Yue asked, tilting her head.

Song Huan thought for a moment, "You didn't see me get married, did you?"

Lin Yue's eyes lit up, very brightly.

She looked at him intently.

"Song Huan, how about we get married?"

Song Huan was taken aback.

Pointing to the old house, she said firmly, "Right here, I'll get married for Grandpa and Grandma to see!"

At that moment, his eyes welled up with tears.

I really, really want to marry this girl.

At the time, Song Huan thought that he could marry Lin Yue for 888,000 yuan, buy a house, and then respond to the call to have children, living a life where his children would cry and his wife would call him every day after get off work.

This is Song Huan's life dream.

……

But then what?

There's not much to say about what happened after that.

Song Huan stood at the entrance of Wanxin Internet Cafe, looking at the flashing signboard, feeling a deep sense of melancholy.

He pushed open the door, went to the front desk, and turned on two machines.

The internet cafe manager was a young man. He glanced at him, didn't say much, and handed him a card.

He walked to that corner, the spot where he and Lin Yue had slept for a month.

There was a hole in the chair, revealing the foam inside.

There were cigarette burn marks on the table, one after another, densely packed.

He sat down, leaned back in his chair, and stared at the fluorescent light tubes on the ceiling, which were a stark white and buzzing.

He just sat there, without turning on the computer or doing anything.

After sitting for half an hour, he stood up and left.

If life is just like first sight, why is Qiu Feng sadly painting a fan.

Some people and some things, once missed, are missed forever.

I hope you can meet someone like me, because someone like me will definitely love you very, very much.

But I don't want you to meet someone like me. If someone like me marries you, why can't that person be me?