After Escaping Marriage - Chapter 113
Chapter 113
Ms. Song said, “Isn’t this a coincidence?”
Cheng Yuanxi’s leg went numb from his mother’s slap. He took the phone from Song Qingrou’s hand, looking back and forth at the two lines of text. Unsure whether to be happy or disappointed, he said with mixed feelings, “She didn’t lie to me. They really are good friends.”
Song Qingrou’s eyes widened. “What good friends? This clearly says girlfriend!”
Cheng Yuanxi subtly moved his leg away and smiled. “Mom, ‘girlfriend’ doesn’t necessarily mean girlfriend. It could just mean a female friend. The young girls at my company even call each other ‘wife.’ It doesn’t necessarily mean that.”
Her daughter-in-law, practically in her grasp, had flown away? Absolutely not!
Song Qingrou insisted, “It’s definitely girlfriend! You straight man!”
Cheng Yuanxi: “…”
Song Qingrou corrected herself, “You gay man! How would you understand what we women are thinking.”
She exchanged a look with the composed Cheng Yuanxi.
Song Qingrou’s expression wavered.
What if it really was just a female friend? Song Qingrou truly didn’t understand young people nowadays. Besides, Cheng Zhanxi had gone to great lengths to escape her marriage last year, only to end up falling into her fiancée’s hands. What kind of old-fashioned novel plot was this? Could it be that Yu Qingtang had premeditated this, lying in wait?
Hiss—thinking this, Song Qingrou suddenly felt uneasy. What role was her daughter playing then? A lamb entering the tiger’s den? Though, this tiger was very beautiful.
Cheng Yuanxi crossed his right leg over his left and said, “Mom, why are you agonizing over this so much? Just ask Sister directly.”
Song Qingrou said, “Isn’t she sleeping? The exhibition was tiring. Let her sleep a bit more.”
Cheng Yuanxi: “I didn’t say to ask her now. Wait until she wakes up.”
How could Song Qingrou wait? She turned and tapped into Cheng Zhanxi’s Moments.
Cheng Zhanxi’s Moments were much richer: artworks, daily life, and displays of affection.
Song Qingrou and Cheng Zhanxi had many mutual friends. The names of those who had liked posts formed several columns. Song Qingrou found Yu Qingtang among the dazzling array of names, but she rarely commented, and the few comments she did make seemed very polite.
【Looks good】
【What kind of flower is it?】
Song Qingrou, with her sharp eyes, found an unusual one among them.
Yu Qingtang: 【When are you coming home】
Song Qingrou raised her hand. Cheng Yuanxi promptly stood up, saving his leg from another blow. “Mom, do you want some water? I’ll go get you a glass.”
Song Qingrou waved her hand dismissively.
What water? All she wanted to know now was the true nature of their relationship.
To get an answer as soon as possible, Song Qingrou even skipped her afternoon nap. Estimating that Cheng Zhanxi would be awake, she made an overseas call.
Cheng Zhanxi, in UTC+1, her mouth full of toothpaste foam, answered, “Hello, Mom.”
Song Qingrou: “Are you up?”
“Up, brushing my teeth.” Cheng Zhanxi let her hear the buzz of her electric toothbrush.
Song Qingrou didn’t ask directly, but rather laid some groundwork, saying “casually,” “You’ve been abroad for a month. Didn’t your girlfriend go with you?”
Cheng Zhanxi dried her face, looked at her fair skin with a rosy glow in the mirror, and smiled. “She has to work.”
“What did you say her profession was last time? A teacher?”
“A math teacher.”
“What’s her family background?” Song Qingrou’s identity as a mother made it quite natural and appropriate for her to ask such questions.
“Hmm, it’s quite complicated. I’ll tell you when I have time later. But she should be quite wealthy. Did I tell you she owns a building in our complex?”
An idea flashed in Song Qingrou’s mind. She jotted down the word “complex” on a piece of paper from the coffee table.
Cheng Zhanxi said, “I’m living in her apartment.”
Song Qingrou said, “You did, you did.”
Cheng Zhanxi, done admiring her face, walked out of the washroom and said, “Why are you suddenly asking about this?”
“It’s just that I feel you’ve been dating for a long time and haven’t brought her home to meet us.”
“How is it a long time? It’s only been a little over a month.”
“Mom doesn’t care, it’s been a long time. And you haven’t even sent us a photo to see.”
Cheng Zhanxi’s steps faltered slightly.
This…
It wasn’t that she was stingy. She never posted photos of Yu Qingtang on her Moments, not even a picture of her back. After Jin Siyue visited her last time, Cheng Zhanxi became even more determined not to publicly share photos of Yu Qingtang on Moments. She couldn’t stop Yu Qingtang from being seen, but she could choose to let fewer people see her. As for her family, she truly hadn’t thought of it.
Alright, she was just being stingy.
Cheng Zhanxi tried to be evasive, “Weren’t I thinking of giving you all a surprise? Wouldn’t it be great to bring her home to meet the parents directly then?”
Song Qingrou: “Then when will you bring her home?”
Cheng Zhanxi: “…”
Song Qingrou: “A photo.”
Cheng Zhanxi: “…I’ll send it to you all in a bit.”
Ms. Song made a request, “A photo together. Mom wants to see you too.”
Cheng Zhanxi’s lips curved up. “Okay, I’ll look for one later.”
Song Qingrou: “What’s her name?”
Song Qingrou adhered to the idea of respecting her daughter’s privacy, especially not meddling in matters of the heart. If Cheng Zhanxi didn’t bring it up, she wouldn’t ask. Besides… what if she hadn’t successfully pursued her, or if they broke up shortly after getting together? How awkward would that be.
Cheng Zhanxi: “Yu Qingtang. Yu as in tulip, Qing as in clear river and calm sea, Tang as in crabapple. Mom, what are you laughing at?”
Song Qingrou: “Was I laughing?”
Cheng Zhanxi was puzzled. “You were laughing, and you even laughed out loud.”
Song Qingrou said, “Oh, that name sounds like a beauty just by hearing it.”
Cheng Zhanxi certainly knew her mother was a severe ‘face-con,’ so she smiled and said, “She really is a beauty in person, hundreds of times more beautiful than in photos.”
Song Qingrou said, “I’m going to have lunch. Send the photo to my WeChat.”
After hanging up, Song Qingrou called her son over. “Didn’t you say before that the residential complex where your sister lives was developed by the Wei family?”
Cheng Yuanxi remembered and nodded. “Developed by Yusong, Mingmen Residence.”
“Then that’s right.” Song Qingrou began to worry about something else. “Do you think your sister has been set up?”
Cheng Yuanxi: “?”
Song Qingrou analyzed, “Yu Qingtang, a proper young lady from a prominent family, why would she go to a small place like Sicheng to be a math teacher, and coincidentally become your sister’s landlady and neighbor? Did she know your sister escaped the marriage, couldn’t stand it, and so employed a tactic to lure her in? And then dump her to achieve her goal of revenge? Wouldn’t your sister be miserable then?”
Cheng Yuanxi: “…”
Who was it that told him looks reflect the heart, that a beautiful appearance couldn’t hide an ugly soul? Now she was contradicting herself. The only thing that comforted Cheng Yuanxi was that Song Qingrou hadn’t overlooked her own daughter because of Yu Qingtang’s beauty. As for Ms. Song’s wild imagination, Cheng Yuanxi thought it was impossible.
It wasn’t that he believed Yu Qingtang was a pure and harmless little white rabbit, but rather that he trusted Cheng Zhanxi’s intelligence and emotional quotient. Even if Yu Qingtang had designed a trap for her first, Cheng Zhanxi could turn the tables and successfully win the beauty over.
Taking a step back, his sister also had the Cheng family backing her. If the Wei family’s Seventh Miss dared to lay a finger on her, just try it.
But Cheng Yuanxi didn’t plan to pay any more attention to his mother’s endless wild theories. Writers had rich imaginations and would constantly overturn their own ideas; what he said was not important at all.
Sure enough, during the meal, Ms. Song was absent-minded, constantly refining her imagined scenarios in her head.
“I still think Xiao Tang is a good child!” Song Qingrou looked up from her soup bowl, her eyes shining brightly.
Cheng Yuanxi smiled faintly.
As long as you’re happy.
After the meal, Song Qingrou also received the photo Cheng Zhanxi sent. Cheng Zhanxi’s right hand was resting on Yu Qingtang’s shoulder, her fingertips caressing Yu Qingtang’s cheek. Both of them were looking at the camera, their eyes crinkling with smiles.
Ms. Song held her phone, while Cheng Yuanxi wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
“Your sister is so amazing, woo woo woo…”
Ms. Song, smiling through her tears, said, “Mom’s good daughter…”
Yu Qingtang still didn’t know she had caused such an uproar in the Cheng family.
A few days after returning to Sicheng, she remembered to block Cheng Zhanxi’s mother. She fumbled in a panic, almost accidentally deleting her as a contact. The next day, she thought blocking was too obvious and changed her Moments visibility to three days.
Cheng Zhanxi immediately sent her a message: 【Why did you suddenly change it to three days visible?】
Fortunately, they were separated by oceans, so Cheng Zhanxi couldn’t see her flustered expression.
[Yu Qingtang]: I saw this feature and just tried it out
[Cheng Zhanxi]: Turn it back on. I’m used to scrolling through your Moments before bed.
[Yu Qingtang]: Okay
She sat on the bed in despair.
Then what about Cheng Zhanxi’s mother? Future posts could have restricted visibility, but wouldn’t the past ones be obvious at a glance?
Yu Qingtang had checked her own Moments and had also seen Cheng Zhanxi’s intimate comments, including that blatant “girlfriend”! If Cheng Zhanxi’s mother saw that!
This wouldn’t work, that wouldn’t work. Yu Qingtang thought it over and over, then decided to give up and do nothing, leaving things as they were.
Cheng Zhanxi’s mother was over fifty. Although she maintained herself well and looked like she was in her thirties, her age was still a factor. What if she didn’t look at other people’s Moments? Especially since her own posts were so boring. Besides, she was the one who wanted to break off the engagement with the Cheng family; it was unlikely she would pay so much attention to her, even reading comments one by one.
Yu Qingtang comforted and convinced herself.
But the messages from Song Qingrou in the chat box made her feel like the psychological wall she had built was crumbling.
[Song Qingrou]: Shared article 《A Few Health Tips Young People Must Know》
[Song Qingrou]: Xiao Tang, do you pay attention to your health? Do you usually drink goji berry water?
Xiao Tang didn’t dare to speak.
Dragging it out until evening, Yu Qingtang finally braced herself and replied: 【I’m okay, I drink it, thank you, Auntie】
[Song Qingrou]: You’re welcome. It’s spring, almost summer now. Let me send you some flower petal tea and herbal tea. Your address?
Yu Qingtang broke out in a sweat.
[Yu Qingtang]: No need, Auntie, I can buy it myself.
[Song Qingrou]: Your mother and I have been good friends for many years. Are you being distant with Auntie?
Yu Qingtang wiped the sweat from her forehead and gave her home address.
With Cheng Zhanxi not at home, Yu Qingtang didn’t have to worry about the packages being seen. Ms. Song sent her things almost every day, always finding new items.
The young lady at the front desk on the first floor saw Yu Qingtang entering the building with two delivery boxes and said with a customary smile, “Miss Yu, more packages?”
Yu Qingtang looked natural. “Yes.”
The front desk lady said with envy, “From Miss Cheng?”
She’s away on business and still keeps sending gifts home. What a divine girlfriend.
Yu Qingtang’s smile stiffened slightly. She said vaguely, “Sort of.”
Sent by her girlfriend’s mother.
The front desk lady smiled as she watched her walk to the elevator, only reacting after a moment: Huh? It either is or it isn’t. What does ‘sort of’ mean?
Yu Qingtang entered the code to open the door to 2102. Cheng Zhanxi had changed to a code lock mainly for Yu Qingtang’s convenience, so she wouldn’t always have to carry a key. Yu Qingtang changed her shoes, entered, placed the packages on the living room floor, and squatted down to diligently unbox them. This time, Song Qingrou had sent her a handmade Zisha teapot set. Yu Qingtang didn’t know much about it, but anything from Song Qingrou was bound to be valuable.
Previously, it was just food and drinks, not worth much. Yu Qingtang accepted them, feeling a bit embarrassed but nothing more. But this was really not okay.
[Yu Qingtang]: Auntie, I received your Zisha teapot. It’s too valuable, I can’t accept it. I’ve already sent it back via courier. Sorry.
[Song Qingrou]: It’s fine. Someone gave me one, and we have enough at home. I thought you might have a use for it.
Song Qingrou leaned against the headboard, watching the “typing…” indicator appear at the top of the screen. It remained there for a long time with no message following.
She stared without blinking.
Cheng Yi, who had returned from his business trip and was wearing navy blue men’s silk pajamas, glanced at her screen and said helplessly, “Don’t scare her.”
Song Qingrou, beaming, dismissed him without looking up, “Oh, you wouldn’t understand.”
“I don’t understand.” Cheng Yi climbed into bed, lifted a corner of the blanket, sat down, and said sulkily, “I worked myself to the bone, cut my trip short to come back early, and how long have you looked at me today versus how long you’ve looked at your daughter-in-law? She’s not even here yet. If she marries in…”
Cheng Yi lay down, his back to her.
Song Qingrou: “…”
Truly a Cheng family member, getting jealous even of a daughter-in-law.
Song Qingrou placed her hand on her husband’s shoulder and coaxed softly, “I haven’t been looking at my phone the whole time. She has evening self-study and can’t have her phone then. I only chatted with her for a few minutes. If you don’t like it, I won’t chat anymore.”
Cheng Yi, still with his back to her, said, “No, you chat. I’m going to sleep.”
“I’m really not chatting anymore.” Song Qingrou let him hear the sound of her phone locking.
Cheng Yi’s dark head moved slightly, but he resisted looking back.
Song Qingrou hugged his lean waist from behind, fondly squeezing her husband’s abs. Almost sixty, yet he still exercised daily, had an eight-pack, was full of energy, and was incredibly capable in that department. Whose husband could compare to hers?
Song Qingrou’s thoughts began to wander, and her hands started to get restless.
Cheng Yi held down her fidgeting hands and asked, his tone unreadable, “Is Xixi’s girlfriend really that beautiful?”
Song Qingrou said, “Didn’t I show you the photo?”
Cheng Yi: “I mean in person. A hundred times more beautiful than the photo?”
“A thousand times,” Song Qingrou said. “It’s not like you haven’t seen Yu Ci. Back then, her beauty caused a sensation throughout the Capital City, okay? All those female celebrities paled in comparison. Which man didn’t want to marry her? If I were a man, I’d definitely shamelessly pursue her until I got her.”
Cheng Yi said in a low voice, “She’s just average, I think. Not as good-looking as you. And I wouldn’t want to marry her.”
Married for many years, Song Qingrou was used to his sweet talk. She smiled and patted her husband’s face, saying, “Good boy, beauty is in the eye of the beholder for you.”
Song Qingrou then went on and on about Yu Qingtang. As a writer, her vocabulary was astonishing, describing her as if she were unparalleled on earth or in heaven. It was the same when she first met Yu Ci thirty years ago; thirty years later, her original sentiment remained unchanged, with beauty as her highest criterion.
Cheng Yi remained silent throughout.
Song Qingrou finally noticed something was wrong with him and asked, “What’s the matter with you?”
Cheng Yi’s voice was a bit muffled. “It took me three years to win you over. Was it because I wasn’t handsome enough?”
Song Qingrou chuckled.
What?
“Of course not.”
Cheng Yi was very handsome, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, an extraordinary presence. Otherwise, he wouldn’t even have been qualified to compete. Looking at the son and daughter they had, one could tell the genes were inherited.
Cheng Yi said, “If I looked like Wei Tingyu, would you have agreed to marry me much sooner?”
Song Qingrou’s body, pressed against his back, stiffened.
After a few seconds, Song Qingrou replied with a dry laugh, “How could that be? Of course not.”
Although Cheng Yi was handsome, his handsomeness was too upright, exuding an air of righteousness—the type elders favored most. Song Qingrou appreciated it but wouldn’t lose her mind over it. Wei Tingyu was different—a flower on a high peak, a veritable beautiful youth when he was young, captivating both young and old. Which woman wouldn’t fall for him upon seeing him?
But was there any point in dwelling on such things? Besides, she hadn’t even liked Wei Tingyu back then. Couldn’t she just appreciate his looks?
Cheng Yi didn’t speak for a long time.
A premonition rose in Song Qingrou’s heart. Her hand accurately reached Cheng Yi’s face, and sure enough, she felt a handful of warm tears welling up from his eyes.
Cheng Yi roughly wiped his face, grabbed his pillow, got out of bed, and said in a hoarse voice, “I’ll sleep in the study.”
Song Qingrou: “…”
Cheng Yuanxi came up from the first floor and heard footsteps stop in the second-floor hallway. He looked up and saw Cheng Yi coming out of the bedroom holding a pillow, his eyes slightly red, as if he had been crying.
Cheng Yuanxi: “…”
Just as the study door closed, the phone in his pocket vibrated several times in succession.
Song Qingrou: Your dad! What an incredible man! He’s even jealous over something from thirty-odd years ago!
Song Qingrou: He set up his own target, hit it, and then cried. Cheng Da Yi, always looking for trouble!
Song Qingrou: He has the nerve to cry? I haven’t even cried yet!
Song Qingrou: I was just looking at my daughter-in-law, didn’t even chat for five minutes in total. As soon as he comes back, he’s like this and like that, his inner drama is so rich, I’ve never seen such a difficult man!
Song Qingrou: He’s your dad, can’t you manage him a little?
Cheng Yuanxi: “…”
He really endured too much for this family.
But he stood still, looking at the closed bedroom door.
After about three minutes, Song Qingrou opened the bedroom door and rushed into the study, furious.
“Cheng Yi!”
A smile played on Cheng Yuanxi’s lips. He unhurriedly returned to his third-floor bedroom, sending his sister a WeChat message as he pushed open the door.
[Cheng Yuanxi]: Dad cried again
[Cheng Yuanxi]: [Chat log between Cheng Yuanxi and Song Qingrou]
Of course, the line about the daughter-in-law was deleted from the chat log.
Cheng Zhanxi, finished with her work, replied: 【Hahahahaha】
Parents quarrel, children enjoy the drama.
The next day, the couple was as loving as ever, as if last night’s events had never happened.
Song Qingrou still sent packages to Yu Qingtang: vacuum-sealed fresh fruit, a constant supply of small snacks, enjoying the same treatment as Cheng Zhanxi.
Song Qingrou didn’t do this casually, nor was she bewitched by beauty. Song Qingrou had asked Cheng Zhanxi if she was sure she wanted to spend her life with Yu Qingtang, steadfast and unwavering. Cheng Zhanxi said yes, which was equivalent to stamping her as a daughter-in-law. It was only natural for her to treat her daughter-in-law well.
As for why she didn’t tell Cheng Zhanxi, did that even need a reason? What would be the point of telling her? Song Qingrou thought.
Moreover, Cheng Zhanxi hadn’t mentioned it, which meant Yu Qingtang was also keeping it from her. This daughter-in-law was truly on the same wavelength as her! Song Qingrou was very pleased.
2102 was piled high with things sent by Song Qingrou. As soon as Cheng Zhanxi returned from Venice and stepped into the apartment, she would notice something was off. Fortunately, the apartment opposite was still Yu Qingtang’s. She moved most of the things into 2101, leaving only a few types of tea she often drank and some small snacks, making it look like things she had bought herself.
The summer heat gradually intensified. The sun hanging in the sky grew hotter, baking the asphalt roads. The trees lining the roads stood like soldiers on guard.
The students’ uniforms changed from spring to summer. When the fans in the classrooms were turned on, whirring, Cheng Zhanxi returned.
She and Yu Qingtang had agreed she would return on the weekend, so Yu Qingtang could pick her up from the airport. In reality, her ticket was for the day before, precisely to give her a surprise.
On Friday morning, Cheng Zhanxi quietly returned to the country alone. She first took her luggage back to 2102. As soon as she entered, she smelled a faint floral fragrance in the air. The flowers on the coffee table were fresh, with dewdrops from the morning still on their petals. The curtains were wide open, sunlight streamed onto the living room floor, and the room was brightly lit.
Cheng Zhanxi opened the refrigerator and saw neatly organized ingredients inside, as well as leftover food sealed with plastic wrap. The pots, pans, bowls, and spice rack in the kitchen all showed signs of frequent use.
Cheng Zhanxi’s lips curved into a smile.
It seemed that while she was away, Yu Qingtang was living quite well on her own.
Cheng Zhanxi pushed her suitcase into the bedroom, took a shower, changed her clothes, and went out.
The young lady at the front desk on the first floor looked up, surprised. “Miss Cheng, going out again so soon?”
Cheng Zhanxi was beaming. “Yes, to find Teacher Yu.”
The front desk lady watched her exit the building, seeing her break into a run through the glass door.
The front desk lady couldn’t help but smile, then felt a wave of bitterness.
Why couldn’t she have a sweet romance?
Cheng Zhanxi, eager to return, ran nonstop to the entrance of No. 1 Middle School. She glanced at her watch; it was exactly when Yu Qingtang was teaching Class Seven. Cheng Zhanxi walked to Class Seven’s building, checking the time while tiptoeing up the stairs, as if afraid Yu Qingtang would hear her, even though they were dozens of meters apart.
Passing the classroom next door, the teacher from that class happened to come out for some air. Seeing her, the teacher smiled and was about to greet her, “Cheng…”
Cheng Zhanxi raised her index finger to her lips. “Shh.”
The teacher from the next class closed their mouth.
Then, the teacher saw Cheng Zhanxi stooping low, below window height, hugging the wall of Class Seven as she passed, letting out a breath of relief, and standing behind the wall by Class Seven’s door.
The teacher from the next class: “…”
Young people nowadays are really becoming harder and harder to understand.
The electric fan blew cool air. The students, wearing short-sleeved school uniforms, sat upright, looking straight ahead. On the platform, Yu Qingtang had one hand resting on the desk, two fingers holding half a broken piece of chalk, her voice unhurriedly delivering the lesson.
No one noticed an extra person outside the door.
Cheng Zhanxi listened to the voice coming from inside, her eyes lowered, listening intently, an involuntary smile playing on her lips.
Yu Qingtang’s smooth train of thought inexplicably faltered for a moment. As if sensing something, she glanced at the doorway.
The students, engrossed in the lecture, followed her gaze and looked towards the doorway.
The corridor outside the door was empty and quiet.
Yu Qingtang suppressed the strange feeling in her heart and looked away.
The bell for the end of class rang.
As usual, Yu Qingtang was surrounded by students at the teacher’s desk. She was sitting, while the others stood. Children nowadays were well-nourished and tall, forming an impenetrable circle around her.
Yu Qingtang wiped the chalk dust from her fingers and looked down at the exercise sheet a student handed her.
The classroom suddenly seemed to become noisy, like boiling water, then quickly quieted down.
Yu Qingtang heard it but didn’t pay it any mind; she was also blocked from seeing anything.
Cheng Zhanxi walked onto the platform step by step and tapped the shoulder of a girl on the outermost edge. The girl turned, overjoyed, and opened her mouth to call out.
Quick as a flash, Cheng Zhanxi raised her hand and covered the girl’s mouth.
The girl’s eyes crinkled with laughter.
Other students on the platform gradually saw Cheng Zhanxi. They tacitly remained silent and quietly stepped back, making way.
Seeing Yu Qingtang looking down at the problem, completely unaware, the students below the platform who were watching the show were all covering their mouths and snickering.
Unconsciously, only two “guardians” remained on either side of Yu Qingtang. Yu Qingtang looked up, saw the students below smiling, and couldn’t help but curve her lips slightly. “What’s wrong?”
Tong Feifei, back in her seat, darted her eyes to Yu Qingtang’s right.
The other students did the same.
Yu Qingtang’s delicate brows furrowed slightly. Puzzled, she turned her head to look to her left.
The last “left guardian” grinned and stepped aside. A tall, graceful woman, with a face that haunted her dreams, appeared before her eyes.
Yu Qingtang was stunned for several seconds. She raised her hand to rub her eyes, but Cheng Zhanxi caught her hand in time and said with a smile, “It’s real.”
Yu Qingtang shot up, the stool behind her clattering to the floor.
Cheng Zhanxi opened her arms. The force of Yu Qingtang throwing herself into her embrace pushed her back two or three steps before she steadied herself. A doting smile played on her lips as she stroked Yu Qingtang’s head, which was buried in her neck, and said gently, “Alright, I’m back.”
The students all covered their mouths, looking at each other, their eyes filled with excitement.
They never expected Teacher Yu to be this kind of Teacher Yu!
Well, but Teacher Cheng being this kind of Teacher Cheng was not surprising at all.
Teacher Cheng is finally back!
And she didn’t forget to feed them a fresh mouthful of dog food (public display of affection), the familiar recipe, the familiar taste.
The students erupted in enthusiastic cheers, causing students from the class next door in the hallway to peer into Class Seven’s doorway. The students who had just cleared the platform blocked their view.
A student from the next class asked curiously, “What’s your class doing?”
A Class Seven student at the door said, “Haven’t you ever seen the Cowherd and Weaver Girl meeting on the Magpie Bridge?”
The student from the next class: “???”
He really hadn’t seen such a scene.
As soon as the words fell, the Class Seven student slammed the classroom door shut and drew the curtains.
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