funbook-pk Chapter 258 Give it to me
Chapter 258 Give it to me
The plane trees along Wutong Avenue are still so tall, their branches intertwined, forming an arched corridor overhead.
The streetlights were on, their dim yellow light filtering through the leaves, casting patches of light and shadow on the ground.
Just like that night.
But today he was all alone.
Song Huan sat on a bench by the roadside, her hands on her knees, her head down.
People came and went around us; some walked hand in hand, some laughed and talked, and some stopped to take pictures.
He didn't hear anything.
His mind was filled with thoughts of her.
She stood under the streetlight, turned around, and asked him if it looked good.
She danced under the sycamore tree, her skirt blooming in the night.
She tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek, saying, "Song Huan, my silly Song Huan."
He closed his eyes, but the images remained, impossible to shake off or drive away.
He opened his eyes, took out his phone, and opened QQ. Lin Yue sent a lot of messages.
"Song Huan, where are you?"
"Please let me explain, okay?"
"I didn't mean to hide it from you."
"I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid you would look down on me."
"Song Huan, please answer me!"
Please.
He flipped through the pages one by one, finishing one only to find another one already.
He felt ridiculous.
She kept it from him, lied to him, that he was beaten bloody in the square while she was drinking with other men in a sexy dress.
He was working hard to earn money to marry her, while she smiled at other men in a karaoke bar.
He suddenly wanted to laugh, but couldn't.
He pressed his finger on the screen, wanting to delete her.
If I delete it, I won't have to look at it anymore, I won't have to think about it anymore, and I won't have to feel bad anymore.
His fingers were trembling, and he couldn't press down.
My phone vibrated.
It wasn't a message, it was a phone call.
It was Lin Yue calling.
He stared at those three words on the screen for several seconds.
I accepted it.
"Song Huan..." Her voice choked with sobs, "Can we meet? Tonight, at Xuanwu Lake. I'll be waiting for you."
He didn't speak.
"Please." Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid he would hang up.
He was silent for a long time.
"it is good."
He hung up the phone and gripped it tightly in his hand.
Xuanwu Lake is beautiful at dusk.
The setting sun hung above the lake, its orange-red light spreading across the water in shimmering, fragmented patterns.
A breeze blew by, rippling the surface of the lake and causing the scattered gold fragments to shimmer.
There were many people by the lake; some elderly people were strolling, some children were running, and some couples were taking pictures by the railing.
Song Huan stood by the lake, watching the people coming and going.
He didn't know how long he had been standing there.
She's here.
She was wearing a plain white T-shirt and jeans, her hair was down, not curly, and she had no makeup on; she looked clean and tidy.
His eyes were red and swollen.
She stood in front of him, and the two looked at each other.
No one spoke.
She lowered her head, and he turned around and walked along the lakeside.
She caught up with him and walked beside him.
The two walked side by side, their shadows trailing on the ground, close together, but separated by the distance of a person.
They walked for a long time without anyone speaking.
A lake breeze blew, blowing her hair onto her face, but she didn't brush it away.
"Song Huan," she spoke first.
He didn't respond.
"sorry."
He still didn't respond.
She stopped, and he stopped too.
She stood in front of him, head bowed, like a child who had done something wrong.
"I shouldn't have kept it from you. I should have told you what I do when we first met, but I'm afraid... I'm afraid you'll ignore me after you find out."
She looked up at him.
Am I being selfish?
He looked at her without saying a word.
"Can you forgive me just this once? Just this once. I won't go to work anymore. I've already resigned. I'll never go back. Please believe me, okay?"
Tears fell from her eyes, but she didn't wipe them away; she just looked at him.
He finally spoke, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
His voice was hoarse.
"You should have told me sooner, I wouldn't..."
He suddenly couldn't continue speaking.
What don't you know?
You won't like her?
You won't dislike her?
He didn't know what he wanted to say.
Lin Yue looked at him with red eyes, "You still dislike me, don't you?"
He didn't speak.
"You secretly despise me, don't you?"
He still didn't say anything.
She gave a bitter laugh, a laugh that was even more unsightly than a cry.
"You're no different from those men who come to karaoke. They're all polite on the surface, but they all think I'm dirty inside. And you, you say you like me, that I'm a good girl, that you want to marry me, but deep down you think I'm dirty too, right?"
Her voice trembled, and her body trembled as well.
"You think I don't know? I've seen too many people like that. They laugh at me to my face, but call me a bitch behind my back. You're different. You're genuinely good to me. I thought you didn't care, but it turns out you do. It turns out you're no different from them..."
Song Huan stood there, looking at her.
His mouth moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
He watched her cry, watched her shed tears, watched her stand before him like someone abandoned by the whole world.
His heart ached terribly, but he didn't know what to say.
Lin Yue lowered her head and took off the gold bracelet from her wrist.
She glanced at the bracelet and handed it to him.
"Here you go."
He didn't answer.
She took his hand and forcefully shoved the bracelet into his palm.
The bracelet still retained the warmth of her wrist.
She released her grip, took a step back, and wiped away her tears.
He looked at her, then at the gold bracelet in his hand.
It was golden yellow, decorated with flowers, and reflected the light in the setting sun.
He suddenly raised his hand and threw the gold bracelet into the lake.
The bracelet traced an arc in the air before falling into the water with a splash and sinking.
Lin Yue was stunned.
She watched the ripples on the lake's surface grow larger and larger before disappearing.
Without thinking, she jumped.
"thump!"
Water splashed up and landed on the lake surface in concentric circles.
She thrashed about in the water, grabbing and kicking wildly, water pouring into her mouth and nose.
She can't swim!
Song Huan paused for a second, then jumped down.
The water was so cold that he shivered.
He swam to her side, hugged her from behind, and lifted her up.
Her hands thrashed about in the water, grabbing his arm tightly, her nails digging into his flesh.
He didn't let go, dragged her to the shore, and pushed her ashore.
She lay on the shore, coughed a few times, spat out a mouthful of water, coughed a few more times, and spat out another mouthful.
Her hands were clenched tightly.
Song Huan climbed out of the water, completely soaked, water dripping down her trouser legs.
He was about to yell at her when he noticed she was clutching something in her hand.
It was bright yellow, with one edge showing.
It's that gold bracelet.
She pulled it out.
She lay on the shore, her hair plastered to her face, her clothes soaked, and she was shivering.
She coughed as she clutched the bracelet tightly, as if afraid it would fall off again.
She wiped the water off the bracelet with her sleeve, then held it in her arms as if it were a precious treasure.
Song Huan was stunned.
He looked at her, at the bracelet, at her soaking wet and disheveled appearance.
His heart felt as if it had been violently struck by something.
Lin Yue got up from the ground, her hair wet and sticking to her face, her clothes dripping water.
She wiped her face, unsure whether it was lake water or tears.
She looked at him, her eyes red and her lips trembling.
"If you don't want it, you can keep it for me."
Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.
She turned around and walked away, her body dripping wet.
They walked very slowly, step by step, as if walking on cotton.
Song Huan stood there, watching her figure walk further and further away.
The setting sun shone on her, casting a long shadow on the ground.
He opened his mouth, wanting to call her name, but no sound came out.
He stood there for a long time.
A cool breeze blew from the lake.
He shuddered and lowered his head.
He turned around and walked in the opposite direction.