"You don't even know why he came. Now even if you know where he has gone, what's the point?"
Cao Aiqing couldn't bear it when she saw Wen Liang's sad look.
She actually had no direct grudges with Wen Liang, but she and He Tianran had similar experiences. Under the same humiliation, her sympathy for one person naturally turned into disgust for the other person.
It's just that in this disgust, at this moment, there is something inexplicable.
"Why...why did he come to this world? Cao Aiqing, you must know something when you say that, right?"
A glimmer of hope flashed across Wen Liang's face, as if she had figured out this problem and many things could be solved. She looked at Cao Aiqing with pleading eyes.
At this time, Cao Aiqing was struggling repeatedly in his heart.
If we look at the past events that the young man He Tianran told him, he should have told Wen Liang the whole truth. When she enters reincarnation, she will be able to find the shy and introverted young man again and spend an unforgettable time with him. Atonement, finally, peace of mind... disappear!
Just doing this... wouldn't it lead to the current situation again?
He Tianran, who has a wonderful life, will still give up everything, save Wen Liang without hesitation, and then push the other person who loves him to the current ending.
Cao Aiqing lowered his eyes and said solemnly:
"Wen Liang... isn't the 'He Tianran' you love always there? Why do you insist on grabbing another one?"
Wen Liang was startled when he heard this.
"What……"
Cao Aiqing didn't want to listen to her excuse and said directly: "You knew that the original He Tianran would not love you, so now suddenly there is another He Tianran who loves you deeply, are you confused and obsessed? That book Haven't you seen it? He is living a good life in another world, so don't bother him."
Wen Liang was horrified:
"That one...have you read it too?"
Cao Aiqing nodded slowly.
In an instant, an unspeakable atmosphere filled the air between the two women. None of them was the heroine in the novel, but who could say that they had nothing to do with it?
"I asked him yesterday that he was so devoted to the other me, but he immediately fell in love with you as soon as he came to this world. I didn't understand. Later he told me that I was not the Cao Aiqing he liked. He's right, I'm getting married tomorrow, and I don't covet the love he has for me. I will also give you the same words now, Wen Liang."
Cao Aiqing fell into memories. She looked squarely at the woman in front of her who had lost her beloved, and continued:
"He distinguishes his feelings very clearly, and you, Wen Liang, do the same. What you should be looking for now is the He Tianran who was bullied by you, not the one who has disappeared."
Wen Liang's thoughts were swirling in her heart. She stared at Cao Aiqing who was sitting on the chair. After listening to her words, she suddenly realized that the emotions hidden under the other person's delicate face seemed to be sadder than her own.
Yes, He Tianran's book used extremely delicate brushstrokes to describe the relationship between him and Cao Aiqing.
Perhaps, the Cao Aiqing of this world has never liked He Tianran.
However, the reality under the contrast of that illusory beauty often seems particularly cruel.
Especially when Cao Aiqing learned everything and saw another living He Tianran appear in front of her, the impact she received would be no less than her own.
Wen Liang stood up again and asked the last question of the trip:
"Ai Qing... have you ever asked He Tianran why he fell in love with me as a young man?"
Cao Aiqing frowned, her heart seemed to be stabbed hard by something, she smiled bitterly:
"It's fate, who can say clearly?"
"Maybe, this is where I am different from you...I will definitely find him and figure out everything!"
"Wen Liang!"
After saying that, Wen Liang turned around and was about to leave, but Cao Aiqing suddenly stood up from the chair. Maybe it was the words "I am different from you" that stimulated her, or maybe it was Wen Liang's stubborn behavior that aroused her. Maybe it's her anger, but it's also possible that it's a combination of both.
This kind of behavior made Cao Aiqing uncontrollably vent his voice loudly:
"Didn't you hurt He Tianran badly enough? Let's put an end to your grudges with him! It's his intention not to tell you the truth, so you just regard the appearance of that young man as a dream. Now the dream It's over, go back to your original life, and from now on you and He Tianran will have no debt or debt, and let the story stay on the last page of that book, isn't that good?"
These words were also spoken loudly, and every word seemed to explode after brewing in her heart for a long time. Wen Liang, who was still weak just now, was surprisingly calm at this time. From the first sentence Cao Aiqing said, she She shook her head foolishly, and after the other party finished speaking, she said slowly:
"Ai Qing...Actually, are you afraid...that the book will continue to be written?"
"..."
Cao Aiqing was speechless for a moment. She had never considered this issue, but when she heard this sentence, she finally realized that without considering it, she was just avoiding it.
She just hoped that if there really was such a parallel time and space, she would be able to spend her youth well.
It was very complete and left enough room for imagination. Cao Aiqing could even imagine how happy and happy such a self would be in college and in life.
However, she never wanted to see another He Tianran appear on the eve of her wedding and say that she missed another woman very much. She knew that her other self would also want to hear the words " The word "forever".
Even without Wen Liang, there would be no story between them. Cao Aiqing also felt that the story had been written enough and there was no need to continue. Let the ending be set at the most beautiful moment.
After reading, start your own life.
What's wrong with doing this?
People are all selfish...
Wen Liang did not continue to pester. Before she left, she glanced back at the lonely bride and left in silence.
She lost her lover and couldn't find the answer. She was about to get married and was struggling with herself.
None of them were wrong.
Cao Aiqing sat back on the chair and looked down at a jewelry box in front of the mirror.
A moment later, the door of the room was knocked again. Cao Aiqing seemed not to hear it and was lost in thought, unaware that the person outside the door had quietly walked behind him.
It wasn't until a pair of hands gently pressed her shoulders that Cao Aiqing came back to her senses.
She raised her head, and in the mirror, there was another woman behind her. This woman was about 70% similar to Cao Aiqing, but she looked much older, and there were some wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. Although her appearance had aged with time, But this woman exudes a calm and intellectual temperament that cannot be concealed. There is a kind smile on her face, which is like the warm sun, making people calm and warm.
"Mom, why are you here?"
Cao Aiqing called softly, and her mother looked at her daughter in the mirror and smiled gently.
"Your dad, I just had a quarrel with your mother-in-law in the hall. It was because of a carpet. Your mother-in-law thought black was unlucky, so she changed it to red to be more festive. Your dad was not happy when he saw it, but he couldn't make the quarrel. Your mother-in-law, no matter how hard you reason, you can’t explain it. In the end, it can only be a scholar meeting a soldier. Now he is hiding from me and sulking somewhere, so I came to see if he is here with you."
Cao's mother seemed to be recounting a trivial matter. Cao Aiqing listened silently and was not angry at all.
"Just change it... As long as the old man is happy."
Cao Aiqing said softly, and Cao's mother moved a chair from the side, sat next to her daughter, and said softly:
"Xiao Ai, mom came in just now and saw that you kept your head down. Are you thinking about something?"
Cao Aiqing shook his head: "Well, no..."
Mother Cao looked at her daughter, held her hands with both hands, and said slowly:
"Xiao Ai... your father may not have the face to see you now. Will you forgive what your father said to you back then?"
Cao Aiqing was stunned and said quickly:
"Mom...don't say that...this is all my own choice...I'm fine..."
After hearing her words, Mother Cao smiled calmly, took out her hand and stroked her daughter's cheek.
"Starting from tomorrow, you will be someone else's bride, but there are some things that mom must tell you. Mom knows that you follow my personality, and whatever you decide on, you must go to the end. It's just that mom is luckier than you. In this life I was lucky enough to meet your father. We met early, and no one has ever experienced waiting for someone. Therefore, Xiao Guo's appearance made us all touched and thought that he would definitely cherish you and take care of you. And the facts have proved that, He didn’t let us down either…”
"It's just that mom and dad seem to have forgotten one thing. Love is not out of emotion or gratitude. It happens naturally. If a wrong person becomes a right person because of hardship, then love Thinking about it, isn’t this a little too simple?”
Having said this, Mother Cao gently took her daughter, whose eyes were gradually losing focus, into her arms. After a moment, she felt her chest became a little moist. She patted her daughter on the back and comforted her:
"Xiao Ai, mom and dad like Xiao Guo very much, and we respect your wishes, but we don't want the choice in your mouth to be a choice that you don't have to choose. You have to know that you will always be with me. Daddy’s baby, you don’t need to be so sensible, you can do what you want to do at any time.”
Cao Aiqing, who was buried in her mother's arms, made no sound. All these years of unwillingness and grievances turned into trembling shoulders. When did she, who had always loved crying, become able to cry silently...
After a long time, Cao Aiqing sat quietly on the chair, letting her mother take out a pair of earrings from the jewelry box and put them on herself. She looked at the string of moon-white bodhi seeds in the jewelry box and said from I asked myself a question in my heart——
If back then, I had stood in front of a bullied teenager, or in other words, given him a bouquet of flowers when he was in despair, would everything have been different?
(End of chapter)
