translated_Chapter 79

79: Farewell.

Qiu Ci pondered, “So you only recognize me now?” Qiu Ci recalled that year, more than a decade ago; the memory had long faded.

“You were wearing a mask…” Jing Yueming also carefully recalled.

Back then, his face was disfigured, and it was inconvenient to meet people, Qiu Ci then remembered. Moreover, he was young then and somewhat arrogant. Compared to now, the difference was quite significant.

“Hmm… very fateful,” Qiu Ci concluded.

“Then, are you still leaving? Qiu Ci…”

Qiu Ci didn’t answer directly. He stood up, “Is there anything you like in the exhibition room? You can pick some.”

“I like you, can I take you away?”

Qiu Ci was speechless. He wasn’t this naive at twenty, “Don’t be silly. Being friends or teacher and student is fine. This relationship is wrong in itself, correct it as soon as possible.”

“What’s wrong with it? If, if it weren’t for Ai La, if I had met you first…”

“You originally met me first. At that time, we should have been teacher and student, not lovers like now. The feeling of being in love is nice, but not to the point of being inseparable.” Qiu Ci didn’t want to follow in Qiu Shi’s footsteps. Loneliness was his normal state.

“Qiu Ci…”

“Let’s eat first.” Qiu Ci watched the aunt bring the food over.

The aunt had considered Qiu Ci’s tastes and made several home-style stir-fries, which was strange.

Other employers had all sorts of strange tastes, especially those at this level, who usually preferred delicacies.

Qiu Ci uniquely liked home-style dishes, the simpler and more ordinary, the better.

Garlic-sauteed vegetables and simple scrambled eggs were Qiu Ci’s favorites.

Jing Yueming was already hungry, but he ate without tasting anything.

“Not used to the food?” Qiu Ci asked.

“It’s okay.”

“Maybe you’re not used to it. I like simple Chinese food. In those years abroad, I couldn’t get used to Western food.”

Foreign vegetables were also not as fresh and juicy as domestic ones.

“Then what do you plan to do in the future?” Jing Yueming asked him.

“I don’t know yet. I’ll send you to Italy first. Later, I might be in China or go somewhere else, we’ll see.”

“Then accompany me, okay?” Jing Yueming didn’t stray from the topic.

Qiu Ci shook his head patiently, “I can’t. I hope that many years later, I’ll see you at the biggest fashion show in Paris. Walk that road that I never walked.”

Then, Qiu Ci explained what happened in the mall that year, “Many years ago, I planned to go all the way on this road, just like you. Later, I had an accident and almost died. My hand nerves were severely damaged, practically disabled, and my face was disfigured. At that time, my sister went to Japan, and I was so sad alone. I thought about it for a while.”

“I should just die in that apartment, and when my sister comes back, she’ll see a pile of bones…” As he said this, Qiu Ci laughed. He had been sulking for more than ten years, and turning into bones was indeed Qiu Shi’s style.

“After seeing you once in the mall, I planned to do something, and that’s how I got the motivation. I don’t have that much patience, and I’m not very resilient either. The current me isn’t as relaxed as you see. I’m quite irritable, and my patience with you will decrease later. Be obedient, study hard, I’ll only invest in you. Don’t contact me again, and don’t bother each other again. I don’t want this kind of relationship.” Qiu Ci said these words with a smile, like a bucket of cold water poured on Jing Yueming.

The harm was light, but it made Jing Yueming realize that, in the final analysis, everything he was eating and living off was Qiu Ci’s, and he even fantasized about sleeping with him, which was very unreasonable, “Okay…”

He compromised.

After eating almost enough, Qiu Ci spoke, “It’s getting late, I’ll call a car to send you off.”

Jing Yueming stared intently at Qiu Ci. This farewell would be for a very long time, “Qiu Ci, I…”

“Don’t think about anything.”

After Jing Yueming got in the car, he had some unspeakable emotions.

Qiu Ci’s words told Jing Yueming, you are you, not my appendage.

Jing Yueming had to walk towards that position alone. He was twenty years old, how many years would it take to forget this stubbornness?

This farewell to Qiu Ci would allow him to move on earlier than when Ai La passed away, perhaps because he knew that there was still someone in the world waiting for him in the distance.

After seeing Jing Yueming off.

The strong sense of immorality in Qiu Ci’s heart finally subsided a bit.

The bitter medicine coated in sugar made him want to vomit.

Referring to this relationship of loving his sister’s lover.

Jing Yueming was so young, and so affectionate.

The stone tablet in the backyard stood silently.

Perhaps it would be better to erect a tombstone for Jing Yueming.

Looking at the piano, Qiu Shi’s tombstone wasn’t this painful.

Death was a very long, long farewell.

One of them was waiting for him early at the finish line. Some day in the future, Qiu Ci would return to his sister’s side again, like those twins intertwined in the womb.

Not long after Jing Yueming left, Qiu Ci prepared to go out.

Su Yuyang came over, “Brother Qiu, what’s up? Planning to go out?”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t need to go out, because I’ve come.” Su Yuyang put his arm around Qiu Ci’s shoulder, “Here, I brought the latest horror game. Don’t get scared and cry.”

“You came over late at night just to play games?”

“It’s not that I’m afraid of getting scared,” Su Yuyang dragged him towards the villa, “and your big TV at home shouldn’t be wasted.”

Su Yuyang not only brought the game cartridge, but also brought a lot of snacks.

He and Qiu Ci nestled on the sofa to play games.

Su Yuyang handled most of the basic operations.

When the story unfolded, Qiu Ci would incessantly analyze the art elements in the scene, as well as the origin of the style.

They idled away an evening until Su Yuyang was so sleepy that he was killed five times by the same monster, his eyelids drooping.

“If you’re really sleepy, go to sleep.”

Su Yuyang gulped down a mouthful of sparkling water, “I’m not sleepy, and if I go to sleep, will you go to sleep too?”

“I can’t sleep.”

Sure enough, Qiu Ci had insomnia.

“I’ll keep you company.” Su Yuyang perked up and killed the boss in one breath, then moved on to the next plot point.

This time, Qiu Ci didn’t explain.

The silence in Su Yuyang’s ear, his breathing gradually became steady.

It was already three in the morning.

Qiu Ci turned off the TV.

He got a blanket for Su Yuyang.

He went to the study and lit the desk lamp to look at the contract.

His insomnia was an old problem.

Being in a mentally awake state for a long time, his heart throbbed faintly, he paused for a while.

After gradually getting used to this feeling, he signed his name on the last page of the contract.

Now, CW was really not his anymore.

After all the effort that he, Qiu Shi, and Qin Yishan had put in, it was finally sent away from his hands, the “good-for-nothing son.”

The dramatic plot caused huge waves in the circle.

Everyone speculated about the reasons, but there was no direct explanation.

As a result, it led to those rumors, including Qiu Ci being gay.

Some even thought that Qiu Ci’s boyfriend was his sister’s fiancé, Qin Yishan, and that Qin Yishan had betrayed Qiu Ci at any time.

The result was that Qiu Ci had key evidence to prove that he was not guilty.