Moreover, Lu Lin looks exceptionally wealthy! He's definitely not an ordinary rich person.
Zhao Yong was envious; he hadn't expected Yan Heqing to be so rich, and he also thought Lu Lin was Yan Heqing's older brother.
At this moment, another girl asked, " Yan Heqing, is he your brother?"
As soon as she asked the question, all eyes turned to Yan Heqing, including Gu Xingye was still on the phone not far away.
Lu Lin added firewood, the firelight illuminating his sharply defined profile. Yan Heqing replied, "No, friend."
Gu Xingye's eyes darkened.
Zhan Pingting's mouth gaped slightly. A friend? No wonder Yan Heqing didn't interact much with his classmates and didn't seem to make many friends. With such a reliable and handsome friend, he certainly had no desire to make any other friends...
Zhou Wuyou spoke cautiously, this time asking Lu Lin, "You..." then changed her words, "How did you and Yan meet?"
She was incredibly hoping the answer would be her childhood neighbor.
so.
Could it be family affection?
Zhou Wuyou nervously clenched his fists.
Lu Lin glanced at Yan Heqing, his voice calm and unhurried, "Fishing."
Zhao Yong finally got his chance to shine; these important figures were the connections he'd made after graduation!
He moved closer to Lu Lin, "No wonder you came to the mountains; you came fishing with Heqing, didn't you?"
When Zhao Yong used the name " Heqing," Lu Lin's brows furrowed slightly without him noticing. The aroma of sweet potatoes wafted out, and he used a tree branch to dig them out, dusted them off, and gave them to Yan Heqing first before handing them to the other three female classmates.
Zhao Yong waited anxiously, but nothing came of it.
Lu Lin only baked four.
"Wow! It's so sweet!" Zhan Pingting took a bite, her face beaming with happiness.
Zhou Wuyou didn't move. She glanced at Yan Heqing, Yan Heqing was carefully peeling a sweet potato. Yan Heqing was very serious about everything he did, even the way he looked at his friend.
Zhou Wuyou was lost in thought.
Just then Gu Xingye returned, and the girl who liked him quickly broke off half a sweet potato and handed it to him. Gu Xingye smiled and shook his head, "I'm not hungry."
The girl then took it back.
Zhao Yong swallowed hard, then tried to strike up a conversation with Lu Lin, "Where do you usually go fishing? I also like fishing. This year during the Spring Festival, I caught a ten-pound fish."
At this moment, the girl blurted out, "When we went to the reservoir to observe during our freshman year, Gu Xingye caught a fish that weighed over 20 pounds! It was the first time I'd ever seen such a heavy fish!"
Zhao Yong's expression changed, and he shut his mouth and said nothing more.
Gu Xingye sat down and first glanced at Yan Heqing. Yan Heqing peeled off half of the sweet potato skin, cut it into pieces, and handed the peeled portion to Lu Lin.
Gu Xingye couldn't help but have a thought: if Yan Heqing had given him the sweet potato, he would have accepted it.
Gu Xingye watched as Lu Lin took the sweet potato, and he suddenly asked, "What is your surname?"
Lu Lin didn't look up. He added fuel to the fire, his voice indifferent, "Lu."
Gu Xingye still had no recollection of him. He knew someone surnamed Lu, a friend of Lin Fengzhi, named Lu Muchi. He had met him once, and neither of them liked the other.
The firewood crackled and popped.
After finishing their sweet potatoes and resting for a while, they set off again to return to camp.
Lu Lin was still carrying Yan Heqing on his back, his arm wrapped in bandages. Except for Gu Xingye, everyone assumed that Yan Heqing was in too much pain to walk, so they weren't surprised.
Back at the campsite, it was almost midnight, and only a few tents had lights on.
Zhan Pingting finally felt relieved. She stretched her aching arms and turned to ask Yan Heqing, "Shall we go get your friend's tent now? I'll get the key."
She was the squad leader, and the key to the camp storage room was in her tent. It was the middle of the night, and Lu Lin definitely wouldn't come down the mountain, so she would have to set up another tent to rest.
Gu Xingye immediately looked at Yan Heqing, Yan Heqing expression remained calm. "No need, he'll stay in my tent."
Chapter 77
Yan Heqing was alone, and the single tent was quite spacious, but when Lu Lin arrived, it instantly became crowded.
Turning on the lights, the gentle orange glow made the tent feel much cozier. The comforters and pillowcases were provided by the campsite, while the duvet and pillowcases were brought by Yan Heqing himself—simple, pure beige, exuding a faint cedar scent.
A book lay beside my pillow.
Lu Lin glanced at the cover. " The Murder of Roger Ackroyd," a work by Agatha.
He looked away. Yan Heqing knelt down and rummaged through his travel bag for a pillowcase. There was only one pillow. He folded his coat and stuffed it into the pillowcase to use as a pillow. Lu Lin quietly watched his back. Wearing only a thin sweater, he looked even thinner.
Lu Lin's temples throbbed.
I thought back to the first time I met Yan Heqing at the bar.
In the bizarre and chaotic bar, everyone was in a frenzy, except for Yan Heqing quietly behind the bar mixing drinks, his thin profile devoid of any life.
Lu Lin was thinking that if he had used even a little more force, he might have crushed the slender boy.
But he was wrong.
Yan Heqing was like that white plum blossom growing tenaciously in the crack of the cliff, stronger than anyone he had ever seen.
He sat down and said, "I have different versions of how the story unfolded. Would you like to hear one?"
Patting the pillow, the coat serving as a makeshift pillow looked quite convincing. Yan Heqing put it down, placing it next to his own pillow, and turned back with a questioning look in his eyes. "A story?"
After asking the question, I suddenly remembered that it referred to sailors and whales.
He moved closer to Lu Lin, his expression softening. "What version?"
Lu Lin tried to look into his eyes, "The supply ship is here because of that whale."
After a brief silence, something seemed to appear in Yan Heqing's eyes, yet nothing at all. A moment later, a slight smile curved his lips. "This development seems quite promising."
It's not that I haven't thought about it.
In his mind, he had already imagined countless possible outcomes.
The best-case scenario he calculated had a probability of one percent.
Therefore, he ruled it out first.
He cannot lose.
After his awakening, he could make mistakes, others could make mistakes, but he couldn't afford to make mistakes. One wrong step would cost him his life.
He longed to live.
He wanted to live, no matter how hard he tried or how much he gave.
He didn't underestimate himself; the thing he said to Lu Lin was that he wasn't that great.
At least, it wasn't as good as what Lu Lin had seen.