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The phone call was answered by Ji Weiyang. This was good too, there was no need for him to say anything. The communication between him and his father was always simple and clear, there was no need to waste words. "Dad, I want to go overseas to study, help me arrange it."

For such a big matter, Ji Weiyang did not ask for the reason, but only said one sentence, "I hope this is a decision that you made after careful consideration, and not an impulsive decision."

"Dad, I thought very clearly. I may need to pay a sum of money for my studies abroad and I will pay you back in the future with interest. " Ji Rufeng's voice was very serious, without a single trace of anger or ridicule.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, then Ji Weiyang replied in an extremely indifferent tone, "Alright."

After hanging up the phone, Ji Rufeng felt his head becoming heavy, both his legs becoming as heavy as lead. He laid there, feeling very tired, but not sleepy at all. As long as he closed his eyes, Yuyao's bell-like laughter would echo in his ears.

He subconsciously pursed his lips and smiled bitterly. So it turned out that love was something untouchable. It hurt the body, but it also hurt the heart.

On the other side, Yuchen angrily went back home, stepped off her shoes at the entrance and directly went upstairs. She pushed open the Yuyao's door and even forgot to knock.

There was no one in the room. Only the faint sound of coughing could be heard from the balcony.

Lu Yuchen walked over and saw Yuyao sitting on a rattan chair on the balcony. She was wearing only a thin nightgown, and a cashmere jacket draped over her shoulders. She was holding a folder and a pencil in her arms, and she was drawing a crumpled picture. "The paper had been soaked in rain, and the marks on it were long since blurred.

The Yuyao held a pencil in her hand and was drawing bit by bit. She was extremely focused and did not even notice that Yuchen had walked in.

"You haven't fully recovered yet, so why are you sitting here? You don't want to live anymore." Lu Yuchen was getting anxious, she stepped forward and pulled her off the rattan chair and pushed her inside the house.

Yuyao sat on the soft bed once again, holding the picture folder in her hands. She forced out a smile, but it was still accompanied by a cough, "Sis, I'm just taking a breather, why are you so nervous?"

With a straight face, Yuchen sat on the chair beside her bed, "I went to look for Ji Rufeng today."

Yuyao's hand that was holding the pencil suddenly stopped, then she continued to draw on the paper. She didn't raise her head, she only faintly replied, "Oh."

In contrast to her calmness, Yuchen was still furious, "When I went to his house, I saw him together with Zuo Ya. Yao Yao, it's best if you forget about him. This kind of man is simply not worthy of your love. "

Yuyao did not say anything, only the pencil in her hand snapped into two. Some of the wood shavings stuck onto her tender skin, hurting.

She thought, seeing this scene, Yuchen should be dead in his heart. She would no longer have any illusions about Ji Rufeng, so she wouldn't feel pain in her heart, so she wouldn't feel sad.

However, Yuyao didn't know what to do. It was because she had paid too much and loved too much, that she suffered the heaviest injuries.

When they first proposed to break up, Yuyao was sad. However, when she thought that it was for her sister's happiness, she felt that this kind of sacrifice was worth it. But as Ji Rufeng's relationship with him surfaced, her originally innocent and beautiful love became unbearably disgusting. Other than pain, there was also the pain of being deceived and wronged in Yuyao's heart.

Even if it was the end, Yuyao still hoped that this one time of love would be pure and beautiful, and not be tainted with any dust of meaning.

She threw away the pen in her hand, picked up another one, and continued to draw, the marks on the paper were too shallow to repair, just like her and Ji Rufeng's relationship, mixed in with Lu Yuchen and would never be complete again.

"Lu Yuyao, are you listening to me?" Yuchen was a little anxious, she snatched the drawing folder from her hands and threw it on the ground, then said angrily, "Just who are you showing yourself like this? Could it be that when you are sick, Ji Rufeng will feel sorry for you? If he had wanted to, he wouldn't have hurt you at all. "

Yuyao listened to her quietly without saying a word. She knew that the painting was given to Yuyao by Ji Rufeng as a gift. She did not want the Yuyao to have any relationship with that man, so Ji Rufeng was not worthy of the Yuyao's love.

Seeing the pieces of paper scattered and scattered all over the floor, Yuyao's expression was still as calm as before, but her lips curled up into a slight smile of ridicule and bitterness. This Lu Yuyao, was like a completely different person compared to the little girl who only knew how to laugh every day.

"Yu, Yuyao, are you alright? Don't scare your sister? " Yuchen realized that her voice was actually trembling slightly.

As for Yuyao, she was still sitting on the bed. She slowly raised her eyes, which were shockingly bright. She looked at Yuchen, and actually smiled at her. Sis, the Ji Rufeng I love is already dead. Right now, I just need time to mourn my self-righteous love. "You don't have to worry, I'm not that weak yet. I can't recover from this trivial matter. I just need time to be alone. Is that okay?"

Yuchen was stunned, she suddenly realised that her actions right now were no different from sprinkling salt on Yuyao's wound. She slowly crouched down and said apologetically, "Yuyao, I'm sorry."

Yuyao laughed and shook his head, patting her hand consolingly, "I'm fine, Sis, can you calm me down?"

"En, alright. Don't sleep too long. I'll wake you up when it's time to eat." After Yuchen finished speaking, she walked out, but Yuyao's indifferent voice sounded again from behind him.

"Sis, Ji Rufeng and I have finished. I do not wish for this matter to be known by anyone."

Yuchen naturally understood what she meant. If his parents knew that their most beloved daughter was sick for a man, wouldn't their genius be overturned? " "Yes, I understand."

The door closed softly. Yuyao's movements were very slow, so it was a shot of him slowing down. She lifted the blanket on her body and squatted on the floor. She picked up the pieces of debris on the floor and placed them on the table. Then she took out some glue and stuck it on the table.

However, the image had already been soaked in water before, and now that it was broken to such a degree, it was difficult to piece together again. Yuyao sat at the table and did not eat nor sleep. She played with the pieces of paper as if there was nothing else in her life other than these pieces of paper.

In such a muddled and muddled life, over a month had passed in Yuyao. In front of Lu Tingjun and An Xiaoran, she was still a lively and carefree little girl.

And on the other side, Ji Rufeng was not doing well either.

Because he wasn't willing to go to military academy, and instead had to go abroad to study, a huge uproar was set off in the Ji Family.

Old Man Ji was so angry that his blood pressure soared. Zhan Yan scolded Ji Rufeng every time sshe made a phone call, urging him to return to S City quickly. At first, Ji Rufeng still had patience to listen, but later, he got annoyed and switched off his phone, leaving no message behind.

Ji Weiyang and Zhan Yan's husband and wife were helpless, they immediately flew over to the capital.

In the living room of the apartment, Ji Rufeng sat in front of his parents like a prisoner being interrogated. He wasn't afraid of being scolded. He was only afraid of his mother crying.

For example, right now, Zhan Yan didn't say a single word as she sat opposite of him and wiped her tears away. Ji Weiyang was silent as well, smoking one cigarette after another.

Ji Rufeng could not take it anymore. He knelt in front of his parents, buried his head in Zhan Yan's bosom and said hoarsely, "Mom, Ru Feng is unfilial. It's fine if you beat him up, but don't ruin your body by crying."

Since ancient times, the future of a child has always been a top priority for parents. Ji Rufeng had passed the university entrance examination with an outstanding result. What awaited him was a bright future and a bright future. However, he was now determined to abandon everything without any explanation.

"Ru Feng, tell your mother, what are you trying to do now? If you don't go to a good university, you will suddenly have to study abroad. Do you know how far the United States is from China? It takes fourteen hours to fly across the eastern and western hemispheres. What if Mom misses you when you're so far away? "You know your mom is not well, so it's impossible for her to fly that far to see you …"

Zhan Yan's voice became more and more choked with sobs. Her only son was born at the risk of his life, and he had always doted on her. As a mother, who didn't wish for their son to be filial and filial? But his son was a good person, so he casually said that he was going to leave the country no matter what.

"Mom, I'll come back to see you. I'll come back every year. When I get there, I'll call you every single day, just like I'm by your side." Just like when he was young, every time he did something wrong, he would bury his face in his mother's chest and act like a spoiled child.

Hot tears, had moistened the clothes on Zhan Yan's chest. Ji Rufeng leaned on her mother's chest and silently endured his tears.

To the side, Ji Weiyang pressed the burned-out cigarette butt into the ashtray, then stood up and said to Ji Rufeng, "Come in with me."

The father and son pair entered the study one after the other, and the door closed gently.

Ji Weiyang sat on the small sofa, while Ji Rufeng stood at the side with his head lowered. In front of his father, he was like a child who had done something wrong.

Ji Weiyang's sharp eyes swept across him and he asked in a calm voice, "Suddenly wanting to go abroad has something to do with the Lu family's little girl." It was not a question. It was almost an affirmation. "A wise son cannot be a father. Ji Rufeng has always been a steady man. Only emotions are able to make a steady man lose control.

Ji Rufeng nodded and replied honestly, "We will part ways."

Ji Weiyang coldly snorted, and did not ask for the reason. Instead, he took out the case, lit up another cigarette, smoked twice, and then continued, "I've already contacted the foreign schools for you, agree to three conditions, and you can go abroad anytime you want."

Ji Rufeng did not reply, and continued to wait for his father to finish.

"First, after you go abroad, no matter how busy you are, you have to call your mother every day. Every year, you have to come back for the Spring Festival."

"Alright." This request was not excessive at all.

"Second, I don't want my son to have any green cards when he returns to the country after his studies have been successful." Ji Weiyang said again. Perhaps it was because he was disgusted that the space between his eyebrows slightly creased.

"Yes." Ji Rufeng nodded again, he did not plan to stay abroad for his entire life.

"Third, marry and have children before the age of thirty, and let me and your mother enjoy the joy of marriage a little earlier."

Finally, Ji Rufeng hesitated. With regards to love, he no longer trusted his, and a marriage without love was even less likely for him to yearn for his, let alone having a child with a woman he did not love. "Dad, I …"

"You just have to answer yes or no, I don't need to hear meaningless words. I don't need you to give me the answer right now. You still have time to think about it. "

Ji Rufeng was silent, he just stood there motionlessly, and when Ji Weiyang finished smoking and got up to leave, he hurriedly said, "Father, I promise you."

Ji Weiyang dragged their relationship, and very quickly, the procedures for Ji Rufeng to leave the country were completed. The school and the apartments there were all arranged perfectly in the shortest time possible.

Tomorrow afternoon's flight to Boston, USA.

At night, everything was quiet.

Ji Rufeng lied on his bed, tossing and turning. This was his last night in the country, and it was unknown when he would finally be able to get back to his homeland. He and the Yuyao were indeed from opposite sides of the world.

He stared at the ceiling with his eyes wide open, his heart throbbing with pain. He suddenly realized how much he missed the girl. In this soft bed, they had slept naked in each other's arms, and she had bloomed beneath him like a flower.

In the end, he still took out his phone and sent a long message to Yuyao.

In the moment before their departure, he still wanted to make peace with her without dignity because Ji Rufeng knew very well that, in his entire life, he wouldn't be able to love any woman like he loved Yuyao.

The text message was written, deleted, and modified again and again. When the sky was about to brighten, the text message was finally sent out. He closed his eyes and waited for the reply.

On the other side of the phone, Yuyao was always in a sickly state.

Every time An Xiaoran mentioned the need for Yuyao to go to the hospital for an examination, she would become lively the next morning. She would completely not look like she was sick before, but in less than two days, she would become sick again.

When his phone started to vibrate, Yuyao was lying on her bed with a fever, so she did not hear anything. Just as she was about to leave, she saw her phone flash. She subconsciously took a glance at it, and when she saw Ji Rufeng's name, she angrily turned off her phone.

She did not want that man to have anything to do with the Yuyao anymore.

When Yuyao woke up, it was already afternoon. Her fever had just subsided and her body was weak. Her head was still throbbing with pain. She had not eaten anything, but her stomach was bloating uncomfortably. She had an urge to vomit.

She picked up the glass of water on the nightstand. The water was cold under the covers. She drank a few mouthfuls of cold water before suppressing the nauseous feeling.

Then he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, pulling open the heavy curtains.

Sunlight shone through the French windows. Yuyao stood in front of the window and subconsciously used her hands to block the blinding light above her head. Only after a long time did she finally get used to the light.

She felt like a prisoner who had been released from prison. After staying in the darkness for too long, she began to resist the sunlight.

The patchwork of sketches lay flat on the table, the paper crumpled, the lines blurred and indistinct.

Yuyao stood by the window for a while, then walked over to the dressing table and looked at the girl in the mirror who had a haggard expression. After being ill for such a long time, even she herself could not recognize her. She extended her fingertips and grabbed a few strands of hair before subconsciously picking up her phone from the table. The phone was actually turned off. Could it be that there was no electricity?!

She hit the power on button and found it was full, probably accidentally pressed.

As soon as his phone started up, a text message was received. It showed the time of the delivery and the name of the sender. When the three words Ji Rufeng entered his eyes, the Yuyao was slightly taken aback. After hesitating for a moment, he opened the message.

She looked at it word by word. Her clear tears could not help but fall onto the screen of her mobile phone, blurring it completely.

Ji Rufeng told her: Yuyao, I will be studying abroad tomorrow. In the end, I did not choose to attend military academy. Remember when you asked me which was more important between you and the ideal? Maybe I'm selfish. I want both of them. However, now that we have separated, I have given up my dream for so long, because I always feel that only by giving up, can I prove that I truly loved you.

However, when I was about to leave, I realized that I could give up my dreams, but I still couldn't bear to lose you. When you turned around and said goodbye to me, when I intentionally used Zuo Ya to anger you, but you didn't care at all, have you ever thought about how much pain my heart would feel?

But even with the pain in my bones, I still can't stop my love for you.

Yuyao, I'm flying to Boston at two-thirty in the afternoon, so I'll be waiting for you at the airport until the moment the plane takes off. If you come and tell me not to leave, I'll still give up everything and stay for you. If you didn't appear, I would have quietly left by myself, forever vanishing from your world.