The Rest Of My Life Is Warm To You - Chapter 2
“Nuanjun, wake up, don’t be afraid, mom is ah, don’t be afraid, mom is.”
Li Nuanjun struggled to wake up from the dream, her eyes were already blurred by tears, hazily looking at her mother who had silvery white temples, couldn’t help but tremble: “Mom, I’m so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable!”
This is not just a dream, or her former self, which will reappear in dreams from time to time to surprise and crush her.
“It’s okay, it’s all in the past!” Wen Jingyi reached out and stroked Li Nuanjun’s hair, the same red eyes, then sent the pills and plain water from the bedside table to Li Nuanjun: “Here, take the medicine and you won’t feel bad!”
This medicine has been with Li Nuanjun from 2012 to 2018 and has become a necessity in her life.
And who knows? Who knew that Li Nunjun, a graduate of a prestigious university with excellent academic performance, would have a hidden illness? Or a hidden illness that cannot be eradicated psychologically?
After taking the medicine and resting for a while, Li Nuanjun came back to reality. Today is the weekend, no need to go to work, because her parents are worried that she will be left alone and will think nonsense, so on the weekend she enrolled in the painting club. Every weekend, a group of people in the club will agree to go to a certain location to pick the wind, and today’s weather is quite good, so naturally it is no exception.
After breakfast, Li Nuanjun wore a long grass green cotton dress, carrying her easel and changing her shoes at the entrance to go out.
“Sister, wait a minute!” Li Nuanjun’s own brother Li Nanyang came over and handed Li Nuanjun a silver insulated water cup: “Sis, you forgot to bring a water cup again!
“Thanks!” Li Nuanjun smiled and took it, and went out.
“Ugh!” When Li Nuanjun walked away, Li Nanyang sighed.
The weather was nice, for so many years, Han city never stopped changing, the city area had expanded many times, every place and every street was very different from before.
The location was set by the president, and today, it was the First Middle School of Han City.
Han First High School is one of the top public high schools in Han, and is also a century old school with a landmark in the center of Han City’s East Side.
On the weekend, the school was empty as the students were on vacation.
The school police at the entrance knew the president, so the president greeted them in advance and let them through very quickly, opening the door while admonishing them, a group of young people carrying flower stands, “The innermost piece of the Zhiyuan Building cannot be entered, the senior class is being made up!”
A group of people walking on the school road, the community members who have not been here before looked left and right.
“Wow ~ famous school is different, the air is also smelling!” Someone exclaimed.
“What’s that smell? Car exhaust?” Someone took over.
Hahahaha ~ everyone couldn’t help but laugh.
The person who spoke first did not blush and explained, “It’s the smell of books, the smell of books, understand? No culture.”
“Students in such a school must be very good, just the kind of shining kind.”
“I think you read too many novels, every school has good students and bad students, okay?”
Li Nunjun walked at the end with her easel on her back, she was not used to being in a group, everyone was the first to talk to her, and then slowly, everyone got used to her habit of being alone. Only when they had questions about painting would they occasionally ask her.
Song Jinnian, the president of the painting club, is a young man of 27 or 28 years old, with high professional attainments, and I heard that he opened his own exhibition at the age of 25. But personal extremely light fame and fortune, so he recruited members, are required to pass his test. Some people would tease him why he would lead students to earn such a small amount of money when he is so capable? He often replied with a smile, painting is not alone, and needs some like-minded friends.
“Li Nuanjun, you used to be in the first middle school too?” Song Jinnian came to Li Nuanjun’s side at some point, walking side by side.
“Mmm!” Li Nuanjun smiled and nodded her head.
“What a coincidence, I am also, but I am a few years older than you, otherwise, we might have known each other.”
Li Nuanjun didn’t respond, in the front, someone asked the president which way he should go, Song Jinnian smiled and ran far away.
It didn’t take long to paint, and when Li Nunjun returned home it was afternoon, her parents were not home, Li Nanyang was doing her homework and pointed to the cardboard box at the door, “Sister, there’s your delivery!”
Li Nunjun put the easel away and looked over in confusion, “Mine?” She didn’t remember buying anything.
“Well, it seems like it’s still sent back from abroad oh!” Li Nanyang felt some mystery, his sister is not good to get along with, so have not seen a few friends who come and go, not to mention the opposite sex, so far single.
“Okay!” Li Nuanjun nodded and picked up the not too big and not too heavy cardboard box and went back to the room.
In Li Nunjun’s impression, in addition to work partners, there is only one friend abroad who has contact with Yan Ke. However, only during the day when the two spoke on the phone, Yan Ke did not tell her that he had sent something back.
After she returned to her room, her suitcase was put aside by Li Nunjun, and she first put today’s painting away, then took a bottle of soft drink for herself and returned to the tatami mats on the balcony of her room.
This neighborhood is one of the most expensive in downtown Han. The family moved here when their home was demolished a few years ago. It’s a good place, close to her company and close to Li Nanyang’s school, but after living here for more than two years, I don’t know many people.
Sunset, Li Nuanjun back to the room, slowly open the box that crossed the ocean.
These things inside, after so many years of baptism, some have begun to discoloration, although old but clean, you can see that once was very well protected.
The sun is setting, the sunlight through the floor-to-ceiling windows hit Li Nunjun’s body, and is very gentle. Li Nunjun took out the same to see, fondly look carefully, until the last envelope.
The envelope inside, only a phone and Cheng Xiaoxiao’s name, a few words: Li Nuanjun, think good to give me a call.
What happened at the beginning caused a huge uproar in Han City First High School, and Cheng Xiaoxiao also followed in the footsteps of Lu Qingheng and left the country. Later for a long time, Li Nunjun did not hear of them.
It was not until her junior year that she heard about Cheng Xiaoshina and Lu Qingheng in her QQ group. It said that Lu Qingheng’s health is no longer serious, they have been together, and they have immigrated to the United States, married will also settle there. This news is like a torpedo, the group of divers are blown out, a time, that classmates group seems to restore the vitality of the old days when young chatting all night long, we all have nostalgia for that teenage years.
In the beginning of the news of that period of time, Li Nunjun do not know how they came over, thick books read one after another. The original 200 degrees of myopia at once jumped to 500 degrees, weight loss to 80 pounds, so much so that everyone around her, thought she had gone off the rails.
Li Nunjun always thought that as long as Lu Qingheng could be well, as long as he was healthy, even if he forgot about her and all the previous ones, it would be good.
However, when his news came again, Li Nunjun realized that she couldn’t do what other students did to send them well wishes, nor could she be indifferent, only to act like a little beast and block any messages from the group, and even QQ was no longer logged in.
The phone call was answered and Cheng Xiaoxiao’s voice was slightly hoarse. After she became an adult, Cheng Xiaoxiao actually changed very little in her voice and was very recognizable: “Li Nuanjun?”
“It’s me!” After taking the medicine, Li Nuanjun’s mood had stabilized a lot, and she was able to talk to Cheng Xiaoxiao in a calm manner.
Li Nunjun had thought about it for a few days before dialing this number, no matter what, she felt she needed to get out, her parents were already gray at the temples, she should think about them.
“Do you have time?” Cheng Xiaoxiao’s side paused for a moment before asking.
“Mm!” What’s due is always coming.
At 3:10 p.m., Li Nunjun arrived at the West Tree Cafe, and after the waiter led the way, Li Nunjun met her former love rival, Cheng Shiao-shin.
Everyone says that love rivals meet in the same way, these two are not very harmonious, no matter if they are in their youth or mature today.
The waiter came over with the menu: “Hello, ma’am, can I get you something to drink?”
“No need, just give me a cup of warm water!” Li Nuanjun smiled and waved her hand, she did not intend to have a long talk with Cheng Xiaoxiao, the meeting was considered to put down the past, and also wanted to give herself a relief.
“Please give her a cappuccino, please!” Cheng Xiaoxiao finished smiling at the waiter before looking at Li Nunjun: “You like cappuccino, don’t you?”
How did Cheng Xiaoxiao know that she liked cappuccino?
Li Nuanjun was surprised for a moment, but the surprise dissipated before it reached the bottom of her eyes, pulling the corners of her mouth and smiling lightly: “Cappuccino is too sweet, let’s give me a cup of black coffee, no sugar! Thank you!”
The waiter changed and changed, before finally bowing and leaving with a smile.
“It’s been six years, so your tastes have changed.” Cheng Xiaoxiao finished holding up his coffee cup and took a small sip, “Li Nuanjun, I didn’t expect that, you’ve changed quite a lot!”
Once upon a time the high and mighty Li Nuanjun, when has she ever been so introverted and gentle?
“Thank you, can we talk straight? I’m in a bit of a hurry.”
