Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 714: In the world, there always exists one person who comes just for you.
"Wei Lai called early in the morning, saying he would come by in the afternoon. I was worried, but didn’t expect you to come."
Shen You’an slowly stirred the ginseng soup in the pot, calmly stating, "He won’t be coming."
"What?"
"With such a heavy snow, he won’t come."
This old couple, long forgotten, wouldn’t be worth risking the storm for him to visit.
"That’s good." Chong Ming breathed a sigh of relief.
"Boss, how much longer do we have to stay in this place?"
His entire being exuded a kind of frenzied desperation, as if he was going mad from confinement.
He longed for the wine outside, the meat outside, the beauties and the dazzling world outside.
Shen You’an said calmly, "Soon enough."
Chong Ming glanced at her, the girl sitting quietly, her eyelashes slightly lowered. In the remote mountains, the lighting was extremely unstable, flickering dimly, yet it only highlighted her alarming calmness under the light.
It was as though turbulent undercurrents were hidden beneath a tranquil lake, capable of destroying everything.
He didn’t know what the boss’s plan was, nor would the boss explain it to him. He just had to follow orders.
But over these days, even a fool could see through some things.
He shuddered abruptly, touching the back of his neck in surprise. The windows were obviously tightly shut, so why did he feel a chilling breeze on his back?
Shen You’an stood up with the ginseng brew she had prepared, heading to the next room.
She knocked on the door as she stood at the entrance.
A moment later, an elderly voice came from inside: "Is something the matter?"
"It’s me, bringing medicine for the elders."
There was a brief silence, and then the voice became noticeably stirred: "Come... Come in quickly."
Shen You’an pushed the door open and entered.
A small light illuminated the room.
Shen Qiunong leaned against the headboard, Yu Yisen sat on a stool by the bed, holding an old poetry collection, reading slowly. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
"If my journey in this world is only for one meeting with you."
Yu Yisen’s voice, though aged, was still captivating, like a story gently told across the river of time.
"Only for that moment in the infinite millennia, for all the sweetness and sorrow of that instant..."
"Then let everything that is meant to happen, happen in that moment."
Shen Qiunong’s face showed a moved expression, gentle as a painting under the dim light.
She recited with emotion, "Let me bow down and thank all the planets for helping me meet you and part from you."
Shen You’an slowly stepped forward, intoning the final line, "Completing a poem by God, then slowly growing old together."
Shen Qiunong exclaimed with surprise, "Have you read this poem too?"
Shen You’an smiled, "In my memory, Father collected many poetry books, and he liked reading them to Mother."
Even though Mother couldn’t understand them at all, it didn’t hinder the romance between the couple.
Shen You’an had heard her uncle talk about it and had accidentally witnessed a moment between the couple.
Her mother, Zhang Yun, had a brain injury from a young age, her intellect akin to a child, she never went to school and was illiterate.
However, Shen Li, when young, was handsome and tall, emotionally intelligent, and exceptionally smart.
Zhang Jian worried that Shen Li was merely attracted to his sister’s physical appearance, and once they were together, her mental deficiencies and lack of romantic understanding would soon disgust Shen Li, leading to an even more miserable situation for his sister.
He worried daily that his sister would suffer in marriage and be mistreated by Shen Li, keeping a close watch for a time.
Days passed, months passed, a year passed...
His sister’s smile grew ever brighter, her demeanor increasingly gentle, love nourishing her to bloom like a radiant flower.
Once, brother-in-law took his sister back to their hometown for a festival, the couple stayed in an old rural house, the door to their room slightly ajar, and a deep voice came through.
It was brother-in-law’s voice, contrasting with his usual cheerful self, that voice was so gentle it could melt a person’s heart.
He was reciting a poem.
A love poem.
Drawn by that voice, he moved closer involuntarily.
Through the barely opened door, he saw his sister lying sideways on the bed, her belly already slightly rounded at that time. Brother-in-law sat by the head of the bed, softly stroking her long hair, his handsome features glowing with endless tenderness in the dim light.
He was reciting love poems, she was listening.
His sister listened intently, as if she truly understood the tender romance woven into the words.
There was no excessive intimacy between them, yet an infinite tenderness grew between them, impenetrable by anyone.
Sister slowly fell asleep, sinking into dreamland.
Brother-in-law watched her sleeping face for a moment, the tenderness in his eyes seemed to drip with honey, then he leaned down and pressed a kiss on her forehead.
