translated_Chapter 112

112: Extra: 1

Having finished a fashion show, Jing Yueming was planning to rest for a while.

Perhaps he could go on a trip to relax.

Zhang Kaizhe had planned it this way, but he had to take his girlfriend, so he couldn’t accompany Jing Yueming.

Bored out of his mind, he sealed the envelope and took it to the post office. Over the past eight years, he had walked this road alone more than five hundred times.

It was most frequent in the beginning, when he would send three or four letters to Paris a week, but he had been too busy in recent years.

It went from one letter a week to one letter a month.

Three years ago, he went to Paris once and met Su Yuyang, who was in love and chatted with him about Qiu Ci.

Su Yuyang didn’t say much, probably at Qiu Ci’s suggestion.

As for Qiu Ci, he hadn’t been to France even once in eight years. If he had, he would definitely have found these hundreds of letters at the post office nearest to the business school.

What would he think?

After posting the letter, Jing Yueming took a few more photos under a tree near the post office.

That night, he received a call from Su Yuyang.

“Little Jing, I’m getting married. Come and have fun if you have time.”

Jing Yueming readily agreed, firstly because he had time recently, and secondly, because Qiu Ci would definitely be at Su Yuyang’s wedding.

Looking at the white clouds outside the window from the plane, Jing Yueming worried again whether Qiu Ci would recognize him after so many years of not contacting each other.

Even if they recognized each other, they would be estranged.

Jing Yueming prepared himself mentally for the worst. Even if Qiu Ci appeared in front of him with his wife and children, Jing Yueming, this nearly thirty-year-old adult, could still accept it.

He would just treat him as an old friend.

Would old friends write hundreds of letters to each other on their own?

Su Yuyang was getting married in France, and his lover was also French, a very talented pianist.

He would probably settle down here in the future.

Su Yuyang had arranged a hotel for him.

That day, Jing Yueming also saw Tsukimi Rin, who still had a worried look on her face.

The last time they met was in China years ago. He went to Tsukimi Rin after leaving Qiu Ci, but he didn’t say anything meaningful, just exchanged a few words of comfort.

Tsukimi Rin nodded to him as a greeting.

Jing Yueming walked around several times without seeing Qiu Ci, so he went to Tsukimi Rin’s side.

He spoke first: “Long time no see.”

Tsukimi Rin just nodded.

“How have you been?” Jing Yueming asked her.

“Just busy with the detective agency. This guy insisted that I take the time to come, and I advised him that a detective coming to such a crowded place is not a good sign,” Tsukimi Rin said in a flat tone.

Jing Yueming could imagine that she had probably been in this dispirited state for the past few years. It wasn’t a big problem as long as she could live a normal life.

Time can heal everything.

The wedding was a traditional Western-style wedding. Under the guidance of the priest, the two sides made vows to each other, promising never to separate for the rest of their lives.

Jing Yueming watched them with longing in his eyes.

For eight years, he had indeed come out of it, just as Qiu Ci had said. Yes, there were so many people in the world, and he and Qiu Ci were the most unsuitable.

Age, gender, status.

None of them were suitable.

However, he was still willing to be friends with Qiu Ci, so they could have someone to talk to when drawing and designing, and exchange gifts during the holidays.

After the ceremony, Su Yuyang came to greet him without even changing his clothes.

He was accompanied by the woman who had been playing the violin.

“Jing Yueming!” Su Yuyang called out to him, “She’s Bern’s student, the same age as you, named Sen.” After introducing her to Jing Yueming, he introduced him to Sen: “Jing Yueming, another student sponsored by Qiu Ci.”

Sen smiled politely and shook hands with Jing Yueming.

“Let’s get to know each other, you two, you’re both friends.” Su Yuyang seemed particularly happy today.

“Oh, Miss Tsukimi, you finally came. I asked you to come and play so many times before, but you wouldn’t. It’s so boring being alone in France,” Su Yuyang complained.

“Where’s Qiu Ci?” Jing Yueming was getting a little anxious. He was sure that Qiu Ci wasn’t here now.

Was the plane delayed? Was the time inconvenient?

That wouldn’t happen. Qiu Ci was a very organized person.

Su Yuyang would definitely get married at a time when Qiu Ci could attend.

The others were silent for a moment, especially Su Yuyang, whose smile fell off his face.

Sen said, “Mr. Qiu passed away two years ago.”

Jing Yueming frowned, “It’s Qiu Ci, English name Alun.”

“Yes, of course I know what Mr. Qiu is called.”

Jing Yueming still felt that she didn’t understand what he meant, so he looked at Su Yuyang again.

Su Yuyang and Tsukimi Rin knew about his awkward relationship with Qiu Ci, and they didn’t know what to say.

The silence at this time represented confirmation. Jing Yueming felt like he was dreaming. The plot was so bizarre and dreamlike.

“I still don’t understand…”

“It’s true, it’s Qiu Ci.” Even though Su Yuyang had known this would happen, he was still a little scared.

Jing Yueming’s expression was complicated. Qiu Ci was dead.

Sen was a little curious, “Didn’t you know? I only found out a long time ago. It’s a pity, Mr. Qiu was a very good person…”

“Shh–” Su Yuyang interrupted Sen, and said to Jing Yueming, “I’ll talk to you in detail later.” He patted Jing Yueming on the shoulder.

Amidst Sen’s confusion, the matter was suspended.

Tsukimi Rin shook her head with a wry smile.

Jing Yueming calmed down and tried to accept this fact.

The only thing he couldn’t understand was why no one had notified him when Qiu Ci passed away.

In the evening, after the guests had left, Jing Yueming waited for Su Yuyang in the hotel room.

“I found a small keg of beer~” Su Yuyang carried in a six-kilogram keg of dark beer.

Jing Yueming was a little surprised, “I always thought you were frail.”

Six kilograms wasn’t heavy, but Su Yuyang had always given him a sissy feeling.

“Wow, everyone can carry this small keg of beer except Qiu Ci,” Su Yuyang added, “because he’s disabled.”

The two took glasses and poured themselves a glass each.

It was a bit sour.

“Little Jing, I see you’re thirty, are you dating?”

“Twenty-eight,” Jing Yueming corrected him, “I’ve been going to school all the time.”

“What kind of excuse is that? Never mind, I’ll tell you something important.” Su Yuyang looked at the scenery outside the window, “You’re a steady adult now, I can see that. I thought you wouldn’t be able to accept Qiu Ci’s death.”

The mortality rate of humans is 100%.

After experiencing Ai La’s sudden death, Jing Yueming had made a lot of progress in this area. At least he was very calm now.

Of course, there were other reasons, such as the fact that they hadn’t been in contact for a long time, which had no real impact on Jing Yueming.

“Anyway, I didn’t accept it when Qiu Ci died. Later, there was no way, when someone dies, they’re just dead, and they can’t climb out again…” This keg of beer was originally for Su Yuyang to relieve his sorrow: “He committed suicide, applying for euthanasia in the Netherlands. He really just fell asleep.”

“Everything ended. He had nothing to look forward to, so he went to accompany Qiu Shi with peace of mind. Well, it was his own choice. I buried him next to his sister’s grave.”

Jing Yueming took a sip to moisten his throat. It was so sour, so bitter, and he didn’t like to drink: “Before he died, did he have anything he couldn’t let go of? Not even one thing.”