translated_Chapter 82

82: Sen’s Confession

Anything that allowed him to live and feel made him feel sorry for Qiu Shi.

A few days later, Su Yuyang invited him and Bern to dinner, and Sen would be there too.

Qiu Ci politely declined.

He was currently only suited to eat cold, hard bread alone in a dark room.

After much deliberation, he decided to travel to Finland alone.

The cold and barrenness would make him more comfortable.

He didn’t need warmth, didn’t need comfort.

Su Yuyang tried to persuade him for a long time: “Don’t be so stubborn. It’s great to have new friends here now. That little girl keeps thinking about you.”

“Say hello to her and Bern for me. I really don’t fit in next to you, and I don’t fit in here.”

“It’s not that serious, is it? Finland is so cold. Why go there to suffer?”

“There’s a type of monk, an ascetic. I think this method of cultivation suits me now. Feeling a little uncomfortable physically will make me feel less sorry to Qiu Shi.”

Su Yuyang was silent for a long time, “Qiu Ci, you might as well just cry. You’re not cold-blooded at all. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be so uncomfortable.”

There are many kinds of painful expressions when a loved one passes away.

Crying and being sad is one.

Qiu Ci didn’t know why, but he didn’t cry when Qiu Shi died.

Now he was so uncomfortable.

Qiu Ci packed his luggage while returning the call, “Maybe it will be much better after a while.”

“Okay, if anything happens, remember to call me. You can also call me if nothing happens. I’ll chat with you.”

“Okay.”

“Well…” Su Yuyang stammered.

“What’s wrong?”

“Sen asked for your address before, and I told her…” Su Yuyang felt a little guilty.

There was silence for a while on the other end: “Okay, I understand.”

Sen would come to find him?

Sure enough, that afternoon, probably after school, she came and knocked on the door of Qiu Ci’s house.

Qiu Ci opened the door and saw the plain-faced, youthful girl with a violin case on her back.

“Mr. Qiu, are you leaving?” Sen asked him.

“Yes.” Qiu Ci replied simply.

Sen hesitated for a long time, her face flushed as she said, “Mr. Qiu, Mr. Su said that you grew up in America, so your thinking should be more open than mine. If I said, I want to date you…”

Qiu Ci was a little surprised. This little girl was a full ten years younger than him, “This…”

“The first time I saw you… I thought you were gentle and handsome…” Actually, I deliberately spilled coffee on you at the time.

“I’m sorry, Sen, I will satisfy your other needs. If there are suitable young people your age around me, I will introduce them to you.” Qiu Ci politely refused.

“Really not possible? Mr. Qiu…” Sen didn’t have much chance of winning in the first place. It was just that this sugar daddy was about to leave, so what if…

It was rare to meet such a polite rich man.

It was even rarer to be able to get close to one.

“No, Sen, I don’t believe in love at first sight. If you need money, bring your transcript, and I can sponsor you free of charge.” Qiu Ci said bluntly.

Sen’s eyes changed from dim to bright: “Really? Sir…”

“Of course. If you make this decision, you can contact Su Yuyang later. I can help you become a qualified violinist. At that time, please play a song for me again, even… at my funeral.” The white, romantic words made Sen admire him even more.

After dealing with Sen’s matter.

Qiu Ci set off again.

Traveling in Finland was inconvenient, and the internet signal was generally poor.

He bought a few obscure second-hand books from the locals.

He passed the time by translating and reading.

Local lumberjacks brought him some wood to warm the fireplace.

The lumberjack was also a neighbor. Qiu Ci not only paid him money, but also gave them some tea he brought from France.

His wife was even more enthusiastic and brought him some grilled meat that night.

This family was also one of the few enthusiastic Finns.

They said they were from Spain.

Qiu Ci asked them to knit a sofa cover for him because the sofa in the house he bought was too ugly.

There wasn’t a suitable one in town either.

Occasionally, when the signal was good, he would call Su Yuyang.

Most of the time, he was alone with the cold and loneliness.

He only realized that the first book was a fairy tale halfway through translating it.

But it was a folk tale.

Relatively unfamiliar.

The open fire made his eyes dry.

Qiu Ci took off his glasses and rubbed his acupoints.

He couldn’t feel the passage of time at all.

Time in Finland always made people feel dazed.

Only when he talked to Su Yuyang did he realize that it had already been five years.

Qiu Ci sneezed, his head throbbing with pain. During the day, as usual, he went to town to shop every half month. In addition to food, he bought some yarn and CDs.

In his boring days, he learned a lot of things to pass the time.

Most of the time, he sat around the fireplace, knitting sweaters, reading books, or watching CDs.

This was definitely the oldest house he had ever lived in.

Five years.

Apart from loneliness and missing Qiu Shi.

He always couldn’t help but think of another person.

The person he would sneak to the downstairs of at night when he was unable to sleep.

The Finnish night was unstable, and he rarely saw the moon.

Jing Yueming, now he couldn’t even, share the moon from a thousand miles away.

He was studying in Milan, Qiu Ci personally sent him there.

Had he created some more excellent works in these years?

Su Yuyang had fallen in love with Bern.

What about you, Jing Yueming?

Had you found someone you loved more?

His stuffy heart ached a little.

His hand, which had recovered well in the past few years, now always hurt because of the temperature.

What was the meaning of life?

Qiu Ci felt that he had experienced most of the life he was interested in.

In his thirties, he could no longer muster the enthusiasm he had in his teens and twenties to do something.

The late night time probably wasn’t a convenient time to call for friends in other countries.

Fortunately, Qiu Ci wasn’t asleep.

“Hello?”

There was a long silence on the other end, and a familiar woman called his name: “Qiu Ci…”

Qiu Ci, who was still stable, felt a little unfamiliar with this voice, but quickly remembered who she was: “Tsukimi Rin, I can’t believe you would call me.”

“Are you in Finland?”

“Yes.”

“I’m in France. Come here.” Tsukimi Rin’s tone was a little arrogant and domineering, just like those Japanese female private investigators back then.

“It’s not very convenient…”

“You have to come. It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other.” Tsukimi Rin asked him again.

“I never planned to see you again. Wouldn’t seeing me stir up some bad memories?” Qiu Ci said jokingly.

“That’s not important. I have something important to tell you.”

“Over the phone.”

“No, we need to talk in person. You come to France. Come to that villa.”

“I’ll contact you later.” Just a polite sentence.

After saying that, Qiu Ci hung up the phone.

It seemed that Tsukimi Rin had recovered well.

That was good.

It was good to forget Qiu Shi.

Qiu Ci took a sip of black tea, and frowned after drinking it.

He had insomnia now, so he shouldn’t drink tea.

But caffeine was useless to him anyway.

It didn’t matter.