TMISIU- chapter 39

“A-Cheng, come out and have some dinner, okay?”

Gu Yihan knocked on the door of the audio-visual room again, but only a very light movie sound came from inside.

Jiang Cheng remained silent, the door was locked by him.

From the afternoon to the evening, he stayed inside for more than six hours without coming out.

Gu Yihan sighed and stood quietly at the door for a while, then sent another WeChat to Lan Zhan.

A few days ago, Jiang Cheng had been staying at his grandparents’ house, but he suddenly came over at one o’clock this afternoon.

Gu Yihan saw that Jiang Cheng’s face was white and his walking was wobbly, so she thought he was having health problems again and was so anxious that she almost called the emergency number, but was stopped by Jiang Cheng.

Gu Yihan asked anxiously for a long time, but Jiang Cheng only kept silent, his face was bloodless, and after a while, he suddenly asked her.

“Mother Gu, at the time I…where exactly did my mother give birth to me?”

Gu Yihan didn’t expect Jiang Cheng to ask this question. The birth of Jiang Cheng more than sixteen years ago was a memory that she and the two elders of the Sanren family did not want to mention.

At that time, she fell into postpartum depression as it hadn’t been long since she gave birth and was unable to follow the two elders of Sanren family and Jiang Fengmian to go to the place where Cangse Sanren last lived.

Gu Yihan thought Jiang Cheng was thinking about her mother, but she didn’t want to think about it all these years.

With red eyes, she said: “At that time, it was your grandparents who received the call and went to Yanping County to pick you up. Uncle Sanren also told me later that A’Se lived there all the time. Uncle Sanren never told me specifically where it was. I only know that a kind-hearted farmer in Yanping County took her in. ”

Baoshan Sanren’s character was old-fashioned and conservative. What happened to his daughter was not only a grief for him, but also a secret.

For so many years, the family had not been revealed, and she did not dare to go to that sad place.

“Yanping County…” Jiang Cheng muttered with hollow eyes.

“A-Cheng, what’s wrong with you?” Gu Yihan looked at Jiang Cheng worriedly, she had never seen this child, whom she loved the most, looked so desperate.

Jiang Cheng didn’t answer her and locked himself into the room.

She tried to persuade him several times outside the door but to no avail, so she had to call Lan Zhan.

In the past, when Jiang Cheng lost his temper, Lan Zhan was the most useful to come forward.

Gu Yihan came down the stairs and saw Lan Zhan just coming in from the door, so she went over and said.

“Zhan, go and see A-Cheng. I don’t know what’s wrong with him today, he won’t talk or eat. No amount of persuasion helped.”

Lan Zhan frowned and walked upstairs in silence.

He stood outside the door and raised his hand to knock directly, raising his voice and said, “Cheng.”

Lan Zhan thought he would have to wait for a while, but Jiang Cheng quickly opened the door.

The room didn’t have the lights on, only the faint light from the movie.

Jiang Cheng looked straight at him and did not say anything, his pupils did not have a bit of luster.

Lan Zhan walked straight in and glanced at the movie on the projection screen. It was a very depressing movie at a first glance. It was not the type Jiang Cheng liked to watch before.

He watched Jiang Cheng return to the sofa and curl up to sit down.

Lan Zhan asked directly: “What’s going on?”

He was never as patient as Gu Yihan in coaxing people.

Jiang Cheng hugged his legs and stared at the movie on the screen, still not saying anything.

Lan Zhan glanced at the movie again. The screen showed a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy sleeping on a dark green bed.

He seemed to be having nightmares, frowning and clutching the quilt, whispering in his sleep, and the soundtrack made people feel a little uneasy.

Lan Zhan turned on the light and paused the movie with the remote control before he walked to the sofa and sat down.

Tearing open a bag of Jiang Cheng’s favorite potato chips and placing it in front of him, his tone softened:

“If you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me, didn’t you always do that before?”

Jiang Cheng couldn’t adapt to the bright light and raised his hand to cover his eyes. After a while, he asked dumbly:

“Zhan ge, you being good to me has nothing to do with my mother, right? Not because I am my mother’s son.”

Lan Zhan wrinkled his brow at his words and said after a moment of silence, “There is no relationship.” After a pause, he asked again, “Why do you ask this question?”

Jiang Cheng put down the hand that blocked his eyes and clicked on the movie again with the remote control. He did not answer Lan Zhan’s question, and instead whispered as if talking to himself:

“If one day, there is a person who deliberately wants to take away your things, what will you do?”

The teenager in the movie suddenly woke up from his nightmare with a big gasp and opened his bloodshot eyes in the heavy sound effects.

Lan Zhan frowned and looked at Jiang Cheng’s lackluster eyes. This question was somewhat absurd when asked by Jiang Cheng. He replied in an indifferent tone.

“If it should be yours, others can’t take it away. what shouldn’t be yours, sooner or later will be returned.”

Jiang Cheng looked at Lan Zhan quickly, and a bit of anger and hatred appeared in his dark eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, and finally held back.

He moved towards Lan Zhan on the sofa.

Tugging on his arm as if he was seeking something to rely on, he asked nonchalantly:

“Zhan ge, will you always be on my side? No matter what I do, no matter who I am.”

Lan Zhan threw the bag of potato chips back on the table. He suppressed the irritability in his heart.

He only felt that the question was childish like this person who would always be willful, and said with little patience left:

“Cheng, you are not a child anymore. There are many things in the world that are not just about right and wrong, it does not make sense to let other people stand in line.”

The phone in Lan Zhan’s pocket vibrated as he finished speaking and he quickly took it out to see that it was Wang Zixuan’s WeChat message.

Before he could click on the WeChat box, Jiang Cheng on the side suddenly stood up and said loudly:

“Did Wei Ying send this to you?!”

His tone was full of strong hostility.

Jiang Cheng’s eyes were red, he clenched his fists and arched his back slightly, like a frightened bird, defensive and scared.

Lan Zhan pressed off the screen of the phone and stood up slowly. He wrinkled his brows deeply and his face sank.

He stared at the person in front of him who was obviously not in a normal state of mind and said nothing.

Jiang Cheng was subconsciously afraid of Lan Zhan like this. He took a step back, raised his hand and wiped his tears.

A muffled choking sound came out of his throat, trying to get Lan Zhan’s retreat by crying like he did when he was a child:

“Zhan ge, I told you clearly that I don’t like him, why do you still want to get so close to him? We grew up together, could it be that our relationship of so many years is no match for the few months you’ve known him?”

He had long discovered that Lan Zhan and Wei Ying’s relationship was getting closer and closer. The closeness was a little abnormal.

Before he was just uncomfortable in his heart, and only today did he know.

That person deliberately came to Gusu High School and approached him and Lan Zhan, just to take everything from him step by step!

He didn’t want to believe that vulgar man who claimed to be his father, but the facts seemed too hard for him not to believe it.

This nightmare that accompanied him since childhood was waking up.

Came from Yanping Town, looked very similar to Cangse Sanren, had the same talent for painting, and more importantly.

When he saw him for the first time, he showed strong hostility toward him!

He must be coming to get back at himself and steal everything from him, he must be.

Gu Yihan, who had been outside the door, could not help but walk in when he heard Jiang Cheng’s hysterical sound.

Seeing Jiang Cheng’s chest violently rising and falling with tears on his face, she hurriedly walked over and gently patted his back, gently soothed a few words, and winked at Lan Zhan.

But Lan Zhan ignored it. He seemed to have been touched by some negative scales, frowning and his indifferent eyes suppressed his anger.

After enduring it for a long time, he said solemnly to Jiang Cheng:

“Jiang Cheng, not everyone has to revolve around you. Who do you hate, what does it have to do with me?”

The tone of voice was almost cold.

“Zhan!” Gu Yihan looked at Lan Zhan with dissatisfaction in her eyes, “Don’t talk to A-Cheng like that, you know very well that he is in a bad mood.”

Jiang Cheng buried himself in Gu Yihan’s shoulder and cried bitterly.

Gu Yihan hurriedly turned her head to comfort.

Lan Zhan looked at these two people in front of him, took a deep breath and directly turned around and walked towards the door, as if he was trying to escape from some confined space that was suffocating him.

Gu Yihan smoothed Jiang Cheng while wiping the tears from his face and whispered softly: “Okay, don’t cry, stay here with Gu’s mom for the next few days, do you want to go out to play tomorrow?”

Jiang Cheng just cried without saying anything.

Gu Yihan heard Jiang Cheng’s cell phone ringing, so she coaxed, “Look who is calling you? Is it your grandparents calling? They definitely don’t want you to cry again, right?”

“I don’t want to pick it up.” Jiang Cheng choked.

“Fine, fine, don’t answer it, I’ll hang up for you.” Gu Yihan brought the phone over and saw that it wasn’t the call from the two elders of the Sanren family, but Yeong Lee, the lover of Jiang Fengmian.

She frowned, hung up the phone and told Jiang Cheng: “In the future, if that woman surnamed Lee looks for you again, just ignore her.”

Jiang Fengmian had countless lovers over the years. Yeong Lee had been relatively stable in the past two years.

The last time she came to the school to give Jiang Cheng a gift, Jiang Cheng was so angry that he took time off work and went home and did not eat.

Gu Yihan thought it was this woman again that made Jiang Cheng emotional today.

She wanted to find a chance to talk to Jiang Fengmian to make Yeong Lee stop harassing Jiang Cheng.

Lan Zhan walked back to his room without turning on the light. He sat down on the recliner on the open-air balcony.

After a moment of silence, he took out his mobile phone and found out that Wei Ying had sent him several WeChat messages half an hour ago:

“Zhou xue jie told me just now I have another painting sold at the exhibition, sold for 20,000!”

“I’ll treat you to good food on the weekend. It’s okay even if it’s expensive, I’m a rich man now.”

Behind was a series of animal emoticons, cats, dogs, chickens, ducks and geese who were happily jumping around, looking very awkward.

Lan Zhan looked at the animated pictures, raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

He glanced at the time, just after the second period of night study, so he called directly.

“Wait for me, I will leave the classroom immediately.” After the phone was connected, came Wei Ying’s urgent voice, as well as the sound of footsteps and the fading classroom noise.

“Okay, you can talk. Have you resolved the matter at home?”

Lan Zhan looked at the shadows of the trees outside the balcony, like a huge mist locking the villa.

He said, “Solved. When did you participate in the painting exhibition again, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I just gave a painting to Teacher, and he helped me in the exhibition. I didn’t know it could actually sell for so much money!”

Wei Ying couldn’t hide his excitement in his tone and continued:

“I’m thinking about selling more paintings and making a lot of money in the future. I want to buy a big house, preferably the kind with a yard. We can plant some flowers and plants in the yard, oh no, you have a pollen allergy, then raise a cat and a dog… Wait, you are not allergic to cats and dogs hair, right?”

Lan Zhan said with some laughter, “Not allergic.”

Wei Ying seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and continued to speak freely:

“That’s good, and then we have to travel to a place every year. You take the picture, I will paint next to you, and I can hold an art exhibition when I come back, and I can also hold a photography exhibition for you…”

Lan Zhan lay back leisurely on the recliner, looking at the fuzzy moon in the sky and listening to Wei Ying planning their future.

He found that Wei Ying almost never mentioned his family and past, except for the sick sister, in Wei Ying’s heart, it seemed like there was only a bright future, and him.

“What do you think of my plan?” Wei Ying paused and asked nervously.

Lan Zhan asked, “Just one place a year?”

“If we have time, of course we can go to more places, but I think you might be very busy with your work by then.” Wei Ying said.

The two talked aimlessly about the future for a few minutes, until Wei Ying urged, “It’s time for class, I have to hang up.”

Before hanging up, Lan Zhan said, “You haven’t given me today’s cartoon yet.”

Wei Ying said, “You left too suddenly today, I’ll make sure to give it to you tomorrow!”

He said as he walked towards the classroom, muttering in a low voice.

“I’m not going to draw you a little comic for the rest of your life!”

Lan Zhan heard this and let out a laugh, saying with certainty, “Of course.”

After hanging up the phone, Lan Zhan opened WeChat again and only then remembered that Wang Zixuan had sent him a message earlier.

It was Wang Zixuan’s additional information about applying for school.

He forwarded all the information to Wei Ying, then clicked on Wang Zixuan’s dialog box again.

He originally wanted Wang Zixuan to help him buy back the painting Wei Ying had just sold, but after thinking about it, he gave it up.

There would be many people like him in the future who would buy Wei Ying’s paintings and treasure them.

Lan Zhan got up from the recliner, went back to the room and turned on the light. He opened the locked box in the bookcase and took out a booklet inside.

This was all the cartoons Wei Ying had drawn for him so far, all of it were carefully bound by him according to the date.

When he opened the comic book, it was like opening a copy of “One Thousand and One Nights” that belonged only to him.

In fact, he had no interest in stories and comics since he was a child, but he remembered when he was very young, he also expected Gu Yihan to tell him bedtime stories, just like she told Jiang Cheng stories in his room every night.

Lan Zhan looked down at the first page of the comic book, the first comic Wei Ying drew for him.

Moon: “Are you a star?”

Small meteorite: “I’m just a little meteorite now, but I’ll become a little star that shines one day.”

Moon: “Why do you want to become a star?”

Little meteorite: “Because then I can illuminate you in the universe like the sun.”

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