Chapter 7: The Feast Is a Good Feast

Chapter 7

The road ahead was congested.

Li Chief turned his head to look at me: "Hu Li has been worried that you wouldn't come today."

I said: "I don't like crowds."

Li Chief smiled again. He seemed to smile a lot. "That's not the reason. Qing Qing will come today."

I was very puzzled: "So what?"

Wasn't it normal for Qing Qing to come?

With the same alma mater, having shared a dormitory before, and later coming to the same hospital for internships, it was understandable that Hu Li, Qing Qing and I, the three of us, were close.

"I heard Qing Qing is dating Song Qi," he said.

I knew about this.

"I heard it from Hu Li before," I said.

I felt Li Chief glance at me again, so I looked back at him.

He smiled again, his lips curled up in a big bracket. "Bao Zhu, you..." He paused for a moment, cleared his throat, "Cheng Peng plans to propose to Hu Li today."

"That's really great," I said sincerely.

A waiter brought out a cake decorated with roses. It was a three-tier cake with Hu Li’s favorite character, the Blue Fairy, on top.

I figured the ring must be inside the cake.

So when they cut to the jewelry box, I wasn't surprised, but Hu Li was clearly very excited. She covered her mouth, leaving only a pair of shining eyes. Those eyes overflowed with tears when Cheng Peng knelt down.

I was truly happy for her. I didn't feel envious or jealous at all.

But I felt a little sad as I was reminded of a memory. Lying in bed with someone, listening to her drowsy voice say to me: “Bao Zhu, I hope that one day, after we graduate from college together, he would propose to me as he said.”

“Sis, what does propose mean?”

“Oh you silly pig, you really are dumb. It means he wants me to marry him.”

“Like Mom married Dad? That doesn’t sound very good.”

“You fool, not every man is like Dad.”

“Oh.”

“But it’s too early to think about this now. First I have to get into the best college.”

She didn't make it to college because she died, she died in a small pond.

She decisively tied her favorite scarf around her feet and rolled into the pond, drowning herself.