On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Shen Shuangjian, who had stayed up all night to welcome the new year, was unable to get up.
He stayed in bed, Xie Jinghui called his name softly several times in his ear, but Shen Shuangjian just huddled under the covers, curled up and moved slightly, but refused to wake up at all.
It was almost time for breakfast, but Shen Shuangjian hadn't gotten up to wash yet. When Shen Sixian knocked on the door to call for someone, Xie Jinghui even opened the door.
The door opened, but Xie Jinghui saw was Shen Sixian's repulsive face, and his expression instantly darkened.
Too lazy to ask stupid questions like "Why are you here?", Shen Sixian pushed Xie Jinghui and slowly walked into the house.
The bedroom was bathed in sunlight and as warm as a spring day. Shen Shuangjian was wrapped in a soft quilt, curled up on the bed, asleep with her eyes closed.
Shen Sixian approached and gently called his name, but Shen Shuangjian hearing the voice, only lazily opened her eyes and glanced at him for a moment before closing them again and continuing to sleep.
Shen Sixian: "..."
Well, maybe he shouldn't have let Shen Shuangjian stay up all night yesterday. Even if it's a New Year's Eve tradition, it's still better than not being able to get up this morning and not being able to eat breakfast.
Shen Shuangjian slept for more than an hour before finally waking up from his light sleep. He slowly washed up, changed his clothes, and went downstairs. By then, it was already past ten in the morning.
Xie Jinghui accompanied Shen Shuangjian through breakfast, and then they sat in the living room watching TV for a while. It wasn't until noon, when the sun was at its brightest and the day was at its warmest, that Xie Jinghui took Shen Shuangjian out.
They spent New Year's Eve at the Shen Residence. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Xie Jinghui would go back every year to offer incense to his grandparents.
Over the years, it wasn't just Xie Jinghui who had this habit; all the Xie Family who were closely related to him by blood did the same.
Although Shen Shuangjian's surname wasn't Xie, Xie Jinghui that he should move around more and not stay at home like a hibernating kitten.
Secondly, it was out of selfishness.
Xie Jinghui also wanted to take Shen Shuangjian back to show his grandparents and tell them that he had found someone he longed to spend his life with.
Before getting off the bus, Shen Shuangjian, who was already wrapped up in layers of clothing by Xie Jinghui, found herself being wrapped in a scarf again.
Xie Jinghui held his hand and always walked ahead of him, as if this would reduce the amount of cold wind blowing on Shen Shuangjian.
But no one expected that the two of them would run into Xie Qingchi while walking on the street.
Shen Shuangjian that Xie Jinghui, who had been looking down at the road, suddenly stopped, and he slowly looked up at the road ahead.
At the end of the road, Xie Qingchi, wearing a gray coat, stood in the cold wind, half of her face hidden under a scarf, her brow bone sharp and her face visibly thin.
Xie Qingchi has a pair of naturally amorous yet fickle peach blossom eyes; when he is arrogant and unrestrained, his gaze becomes haughty.
But when the tables are turned, others will realize that his eyebrows and eyes really are so similar to Xie Jinghui's, with the same deep features.
Xie Qingchi silent.
He simply looked quietly in Xie Jinghui's direction, then, beyond Xie Jinghui's half-concealed gaze, he fixed his eyes on Shen Shuangjian.
Several months had passed since they parted, and Shen Shuangjian seemed to look much the same as he remembered. However, compared to her pale and thin appearance before, Shen Shuangjian now truly deserved to be called a beautiful and wealthy woman.
Neither gaudy nor arrogant, he exudes a natural charm, like a pure white peony in full bloom.
She's really beautiful, and she's truly happy.
Xie Qingchi saw the two holding hands and also saw Shen Shuangjian's adorable appearance, completely covered up from head to toe.
Just like before, once you see it, you can never look away.
But no matter how hard it was to let go, Xie Qingchi could only force himself to look away from Shen Shuangjian.
He moved silently, brushing past the two without hesitation.
The difficult question of whether to give up or not had been a problem Xie Qingchi had already figured out during his months in New York.
On his third day in New York, Xie Qingchi felt he could overcome the challenges.
As long as he doesn't Shen Shuangjian, Xie Qingchi can control himself, and life goes on as usual, nothing special.
As long as you don't see them or think about them, you won't be sad.
Xie Qingchi had always known that his inherent competitiveness and determination to win made it impossible for him to let go.
If he continues to stay in the Capital, the final consequence will be that he and Xie Jinghui fight to the death.
Perhaps he loses more than he wins, and perhaps he needs to work hard for a long time before he has the confidence to say "no" to Xie Jinghui.
That process will inevitably affect Shen Shuangjian.
He didn't want to see Shen Shuangjian's resistant and fearful eyes anymore, so Xie Qingchi preferred to stay in New York for five years, ten years, or even a lifetime.
Just as Xie Qingchi had expected, Shen Shuangjian didn't even glance at him, didn't speak to him, and didn't try to stop him.
Xie Qingchi silently got into the car and headed straight to the airport. He took a flight that night and flew back to New York overnight.
When the plane landed, it was just before dawn. Xie Qingchi stood in the wind and silently lit a cigarette.
He deleted everything related to Shen Shuangjian, stopped going online, and blocked all entries related to Shen Shuangjian.
Very decisively, like cutting off a piece of flesh, he removed the name Shen Shuangjian from his life.
My days in New York were uneventful, monotonous, busy, but also fulfilling.
From the initial torment, the pain of each passing day feeling like a bullet to his forehead, to the subsequent numbness, indifference, and neglect, until even encountering Shen Shuangjian again would not reignite that burning flame that tried to consume everything.
At that moment, Xie Qingchi knew he had succeeded.
The gun that was hanging over his heart had run out of bullets.
He will no longer think of that person for no reason, will no longer feel that every day is filled with pain, and will no longer be tormented by resentment and injustice.
Xie Qingchi even felt that if he wanted to, he could hate Shen Shuangjian, so that he could live his life numbly and indifferently.
This kind of life remained largely unchanged for a long time afterward.
Xie Qingchi busy and never again suffered the excruciating pain of having his heart pierced by that gun named " Shen Shuangjian ".
Xie Qingchi thought he had truly let go of the past.
One night, late at night, he left the company and got into his car, braving the cold wind.
It's cold in New York today.
Xie Qingchi opened her phone and sat in the quiet car, but her finger habitually swiped to the left.
His city, -9°C, overcast.
Xie Qingchi lowered his eyes, silently opened the text message, edited a message, and sent it.
The text message kept spinning, and after a long time, I didn't hear the notification sound for successful delivery. Finally, it turned into a red exclamation mark indicating that the message had failed to be sent.
The red number of unread text messages increased again. Xie Qingchi slowly swiped up, and on the screen were countless unread text messages that had also failed to send.
Wear more clothes.
Just when everyone thought they had fired all their bullets, another bullet struck Xie Qingchi's heart.
The long-suppressed pain resurfaced once again.
It was at this moment that Xie Qingchi suddenly realized that he had neither let go nor hated Shen Shuangjian.
It turns out he loved Shen Shuangjian, and his love was causing him great pain.