translated_Chapter 86

86: Sen’s Present

“Very well, it’s getting late, let’s chat again next time,” Qiu Ci suggested.

The other two nodded in agreement. Su Yuyang instructed, “Go to bed early. If you can’t sleep, wake me up and I’ll keep you company.”

“Okay.” Qiu Ci returned to his room.

The box was placed in the center of the room.

Even if he couldn’t sleep tonight, he wouldn’t be idle.

He glanced at it; there were about four hundred letters.

He simply sorted them in chronological order.

For five years, Jing Yueming had been sending a letter every week without a response.

Sometimes even two or three.

When he was happy, he would share why he was happy, even writing about what he ate, drank, and where he went.

He would also write when he was sad.

It was like confiding in a good friend, but if Qiu Ci hadn’t come to Paris, he would never have known about the four hundred letters Jing Yueming had written, and Jing Yueming would never have received a reply.

But even with so many letters sunk to the bottom of the sea, even in his most recent letter, he still enthusiastically shared that he was preparing to participate in the fashion show again and shared a few ideas.

Qiu Ci shook his head helplessly. They had agreed to forget, agreed to part ways.

This guy.

He used five years and four hundred letters to prove that he wasn’t just saying things, not just acting on a whim.

The phrase “I want to be with you forever” was fulfilled with letters as a promise.

Qiu Ci’s mood was complex. He picked up a pen, wanting to write a reply, but he didn’t know where to start.

Four hundred letters; what could he reply with?

Jing Yueming hadn’t said goodbye for five years.

What if, what if Qiu Ci had died?

Would he give up?

Or would he continue to write thousands of letters without knowing anything?

Why was it that the letters had become more and more frequent over the past five years? At first, it was one letter a week.

Later, it was three or four letters a week.

The extra content was about longing.

Qiu Ci went from reading each letter word by word in order from the beginning to just grabbing one and starting to read.

Some of the thicker letters contained other things besides words.

Plant leaf and flower specimens, design drafts, casually drawn illustrations, scraps of fabric used…

Upon closer inspection, even the patterns on the stamps were according to the season.

Great, now it was even harder to sleep.

By the time the sun rose outside the window, Qiu Ci hadn’t finished reading.

Su Yuyang always knew he had insomnia and wouldn’t come to wake him up in the morning.

Besides, Su Yuyang himself had trouble getting up.

It wasn’t until the afternoon that someone knocked on Qiu Ci’s door.

“Qiu-ge, are you awake? Little Sen said he wanted you to have dinner, or rather, treat you to dinner.” Su Yuyang was still a little muddled after just waking up.

“I know.” Qiu Ci simply gathered up the letters scattered on the floor, took a shower, and changed his clothes.

Tsukimi Rin sent another message, asking Qiu Ci to accompany Yue Yue to see a fire dance performance nearby that evening.

She had a video conference at that time and it wasn’t convenient.

Qiu Ci had to agree, or Yue Yue would miss the fire dance performance.

First, eat dinner, then accompany Yue Yue to watch the performance.

After tidying up, the two set off for the restaurant they had booked.

On the streets of Paris.

Jing Yueming walked and took pictures, and Zhang Kaizhe couldn’t help but urge, “Director Jing, if you go any slower, the hotel will be closed, and we’ll have to sleep on the streets.”

“Soon, soon…” Jing Yueming’s expensive camera captured a white dove that had just flown by.

Over the years, he had worked hard in the fashion design industry, from a small apprentice to a designer.

Although he was still unknown, it was a start.

Zhang Kaizhe was poached to be his assistant. It was more comfortable to get along with people he knew: “I’m really impressed. There’s less than a month left until the deadline for the competition entries, and you don’t have a design, not even an inspiration. What are you going to do? We’ve come all the way to France. I don’t care. I’m going back to China after this year.”

Jing Yueming pretended not to hear and was busy selecting the photos he had just taken.

They were all pretty good.

But he still had no inspiration. Rather than sitting at his desk racking his brains, it was better to go out for a walk.

Thinking this, Jing Yueming put down his luggage and was about to go out again while it was still light.

Zhang Kaizhe was counting money when his companion wanted to run again: “Where are you going?”

“There’s iron flower firework display outside tonight, I’m going to take a walk.”

“Hey, wait for me.”

Passing by the business school, Jing Yueming had the idea of going inside and went straight to the post office.

The mustachioed postman was about to lock the door when he saw the person coming and was a little surprised: “Oh, Jing. You’ve come.”

“Yes, there are quite a few letters recently.”

“It’s okay.” The mustachioed man shrugged: “A Chinese person just took them away yesterday, a little shorter than you, with a child.”

A few years ago, Jing Yueming came to Paris for academic reasons and saw that his letters were still unclaimed. He got to know the postman and even suggested that he could use a box to hold his letters.

Jing Yueming was surprised: “Ah?” He was a little incredulous: “Describe him to me again, is he about this height, and a thin man?”

He gestured to the height of his eyes.

“Yes, long hair, tied up.” The mustachioed man described: “Oh yes, his pupils are green, quite special.”

Jing Yueming was surprised and asked: “Wait, did you just say he had a little girl with him?”

“Yes, she looks a lot like him, very cute. She can only speak Chinese.” Jing Yueming’s head buzzed.

Zhang Kaizhe couldn’t help but laugh and said on the way out, “Jing Yueming, ah, Jing Yueming, the guy’s child can already read, and you still haven’t let go.”

“Shut up, who said that looking alike means it’s his child, what if it’s…” a relative. But Qiu Ci was an orphan, his only sister passed away six years ago.

Zhang Kaizhe shrugged: “The facts are here. Since he’s here, we might run into him. Oh yeah, maybe he’ll even watch your competition. Great designer, find inspiration quickly.”

Jing Yueming now wanted to sew this guy’s mouth shut with a needle.

Before dinner, Qiu Ci and Su Yuyang were also invited to listen to their concert tonight.

In five years, that young girl, from a backstage worker to now wearing a dress and standing among a group of performers, the light shone on her, like the holy light shining on Vinada.

Sen didn’t let Qiu Ci down, she did great.

After coming off the stage, she couldn’t wait to come to Qiu Ci’s side: “Mr. Qiu… I owe you a piece of music.”

“I’ve already heard it, it’s very wonderful. The ups and downs of your journey on the road to your dream surpass all melodious tunes,” Qiu Ci’s words were still beautiful.

“You really, I am very grateful to you…”

“Okay, okay, we’re starving.” After waiting too long, Su Yuyang complained.

Sen could only say: “Then let’s go to the restaurant first.”

Although he was in a foreign country, he had never eaten anything other than Chinese food here.

It wasn’t authentic, but it was much better than what he could make himself.

Qiu Ci put a piece of stewed potato in his mouth.

While eating and chatting, Sen talked about a lot of the fun she had on her learning path over the years.

Since having money and meeting teacher Bern, her journey has been very smooth. After working hard to practice, she began to perform on stage with Bern, and even bought a house last year.