nucmednet Chapter 163 The Flood Season of Tears~
Chapter 163 The Flood Season of Tears~
Lin Shuyao was surprised to find that although he seemed difficult to get along with, he was actually quite warm-hearted.
She pulled the blanket down a little, looked up, and said, moved, "I feel much better after hearing what you said. I didn't expect you to be not only handsome but also kind-hearted, and not judging people by their appearance."
Lin Yuanzhou: "Stop, I'm not dating."
"Huh?" Lin Shuyao didn't understand how the conversation had turned to this, and looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"What do you mean? Just remember I don't date." His mother has quite a few goddaughters, and she had even tried to set him up with two of them before.
Lin Shuyao was unaware of these things and found him a bit strange, but she respected his words: "I'll remember that, I'm not dating either."
Lin Yuanzhou glanced at her and thought to himself, "She's quite confident."
He opened the lunchbox, his tone still nonchalant: "Steamed egg custard, pork porridge, eat up."
"Thank you." Lin Shuyao nodded and picked up the spoon.
"You're welcome. I'm leaving now. Call the nurse if you need anything." Lin Yuanzhou folded the net bag, casually stuffed it into his pocket, and turned to leave. Lin Shuyao didn't say anything; her attention was drawn to the food. The steamed egg custard was a tender yellow color, drizzled with a few drops of soy sauce and sesame oil, and it smelled delicious.
The porridge was cooked until thick, and the meat slices were all lean, thinly sliced, and garnished with cilantro and scallions, making it look very appetizing.
She smiled and scooped up a spoonful of steamed egg custard. It was fragrant, tender, and smooth—truly delicious. She squinted her eyes in enjoyment.
……
in the afternoon.
When Zhou Chunmei got home from get off work, Lin Yuanzhou was sitting in the living room polishing shoes.
He changed into a clean set of clothes: a white t-shirt and dark blue work pants, with the pant legs rolled up to his ankles, revealing a section of his muscular calves.
Zhou Chunmei changed into slippers and went over to sit down opposite her son. Thinking about how her son had brought lunch to Lin Shuyao at noon, she asked with a smile, "Yuanzhou, did you see your god-sister at noon?"
When Zhou Chunmei saw Lin Shuyao, she looked beautiful as she had when she boarded the train, completely forgetting that he was in the hospital with dark spots on his face.
"Hmm." Lin Yuanzhou didn't even look up.
Zhou Chunmei: "What do you think of her?"
"Um."
"Hmm, what do you mean? Does she catch your eye? You'll be 22 next year, aren't you planning on dating?"
Zhou Chunmei genuinely wanted to recognize Lin Shuyao as her goddaughter, but what's a goddaughter compared to a daughter-in-law? If she could become her daughter-in-law, she could stay by her side for life. Originally, Zhou Chunmei hadn't thought about it that way, but it was during a meeting at noon when she was chatting with someone about her son's dating situation and suddenly thought of this.
She believed in keeping the good stuff within the family. Whether it was her goddaughter or her own son, they were both excellent children, and she thought it would be worth trying to strengthen the bond and make them true family.
Lin Yuanzhou was disgusted by her words, frowned, and looked up to say, "Mom, stop trying to matchmake people up."
"Who's playing matchmaker? You can't even get a fancy to such a beautiful and outstanding girl like Xiaolin, who else would you possibly want? Do you think you're so great?" Zhou Chunmei angrily slapped his arm.
"I don't like anyone. I don't date. There's no one I'm attracted to anyway." Lin Yuanzhou stood up without turning his head. "Mom, I'm going to practice."
"Hey—" Zhou Chunmei was about to say something when Lin Yuanzhou had already put on his shoes, opened the door, and walked out.
"You brat, you're driving me crazy!"
……
The ward quieted down at night.
Only one light was left on in the corridor, its dim yellow light seeping in through the crack in the door and casting a thin line on the floor.
A breeze was blowing outside the window, rustling the leaves, and occasionally a cat's meow could be heard.
Lin Shuyao turned over, pulled the blanket up to her chin, and closed her eyes.
She didn't know how much time had passed before she drifted off to sleep.
In her dream, she saw Cheng Zheng wearing a crisp military uniform with a large red flower pinned to his chest. He stood beside an eight-immortal table, on which sat a teapot, teacups, and several dishes of peanuts and melon seeds. Large red "double happiness" characters were pasted on the walls and windows, and the room was packed with people.
Shen Qing stood beside him, wearing a bright red cotton-padded jacket, her hair tied up with a red velvet flower. She lowered her head, her cheeks flushed, and a smile played on her lips.
A chorus of cheers erupted from the surrounding area—
Congratulations!
"The bride is so beautiful!"
"Success represents good fortune!"
Lin Shuyao stood outside the crowd, watching all of this. She wanted to squeeze in, but the people in front of her were like a wall, and she couldn't push them aside no matter what she did.
She stood on tiptoe and peered through the crowd. She saw Cheng Zheng looking down at Shen Qing, his eyes full of light and his lips upturned. She knew that smile all too well.
He had looked at her like that before.
A sudden pang of sadness welled up inside me, and just then, people around me started chanting, "Kiss! Kiss!"
Cheng Zheng glanced at Shen Qing, put his arm around her waist, lowered his head, and gently kissed her forehead.
Lin Shuyao stood outside the crowd, her throat felt like it was being choked, and she couldn't make a sound.
She wanted to shout, to rush up, to pull him back, but she couldn't move. Her feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and she couldn't lift her hands. Her whole body felt frozen.
"Hey, hey, hey, the bride and groom should be going to their bridal chamber now, stop making a scene!"
"Wow, we can't delay, or our representative will get worried!"
The crowd parted to make way, and Cheng Zheng, holding Shen Qing's hand, walked past Lin Shuyao. As he passed her, he paused, turned his head, and glanced at her. His gaze was as calm as if he were looking at a stranger, without hatred, resentment, or anything at all.
"Cheng Zheng..." she finally called out, her voice dry and hoarse, as if she had forced it out from her throat.
He didn't turn around.
She reached out to grab his sleeve, but the moment her fingertips touched the hem, the image shattered.
Lin Shuyao suddenly opened her eyes and sat up in bed.
Her hand was still outstretched in mid-air. The ward was quiet, without any big red "double happiness" characters, no eight-immortal table, and no room full of people. She was all alone.
She caught nothing.
She stared blankly at the air for a few seconds before slowly coming back to her senses. She withdrew her hand and lay back down in bed. Although it was a dream, the feeling of heartache was so real that as soon as she closed her eyes, tears slid down her cheeks and into her hair.
I miss him, I miss him so much.
It was only at this moment that she realized that she wasn't as carefree as she thought, and that she could leave so easily and start a new life.
What about him?
Do you think of her right now?