He turned back and replied blandly, "Oh."
Oh what?
Yun Mi's bicycle had just been assembled.
She wasn't familiar with it and needed some time to get used to it before riding off. But when she looked around, Chen Yiyang was already gone.
Just left like that?
Yun Mi was utterly speechless.
She rode a few streets, and someone called out from not far away: "Chen Yiyang."
Yun Mi passed through the evening school crowd and saw the boy against the light.
It was already very late. Chen Yiyang was riding his bike, a street ahead of her.
That afternoon, the hospital had sent a message. Places like hospitals don't send good news for no reason.
There had been a rescue at noon, and the old man was being transferred to the ICU.
Wen Liangyu was furious about Chen Yiyang's hitting incident. Knowing the old man was dying, she insisted on coming back to take care of him and also to discipline Chen Yiyang.
Chen Yiyang asked, "Then what about your new marriage? And your job? Giving up on both career and love?"
Words from a sixteen-year-old didn't sound like a son's, but more like a father's.
Old Mr. Chen was a mentor Wen Liangyu had met at Beijing Foreign Studies University. Even after her divorce and years of arguing with Chen Jici, she had never complained.
Wen Liangyu demanded, "What kind of talk is that? Chen Yiyang, everyone dies. Do you know how much it means to see him one more time?"
Chen Yiyang snorted coldly, with nothing to say.
He found a covered bike parking spot near the school. His figure was cold as he spoke: "Then come back and see him."
Chen Yiyang said, "Wen Liangyu, from now on, when something happens at home, don't come back."
Chen Yiyang didn't listen to the rest of Wen Liangyu's words.
His knobby finger stopped on the phone screen, and he hung up.
There was a new message from Xie Yue.
Xie Yue: A Yang, the confession wall apologized [screenshot]. I've contacted those senior jerks, sent a 200 yuan red packet.
Xie Yue: But I have to say, are you too concerned about Yun Mi?
Xie Yue: You know, you've seen it—my little sister, well, blood sister. I argue with her every day... Oh, of course, sometimes I don't even bother to answer back, let alone coax her.
Xie Yue: But you... you stood up for Yun Mi. If you really crippled that kid from Class 13, no amount of your dad's money would help. Don't you want to be a diplomat like your grandfather?
Xie Yue: Don't want your future? Don't want your dreams?
Xie Yue: Ask yourself honestly: do you only see Yun Mi as a sister?
The text was too dense after that. Chen Yiyang didn't bother to read it. He scrolled to the bottom and replied: Cut the crap.
He stopped the bike.
Author's note: None