bookrandom Chapter 1081 Yunmo
Chapter 1081 Yunmo
At Kunming Airport, the mechanical electronic announcements rang out intermittently, interspersed with the sound of suitcase wheels rolling across the floor.
Pedestrians hurry by, some carrying luggage to distant places, others returning home covered in dust, making this place a lively and bustling place.
The joys and sorrows, the love and hate, all seem to be hidden in these diverse figures.
Suddenly, an airplane streaked across the sky overhead, its engine humming as it passed through the air currents, leaving a faint trail in the clouds.
Teng Zijing and An Ran stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the waiting hall, watching the plane gradually rise and disappear into the distance until it became a small white dot.
An Ran leaned gently on Teng Zijing's shoulder, her heart still heavy with the long-held worry.
It's like the plane taking off and landing quietly, and the burden on your shoulders also lightens a bit.
"Let's go." Teng Zijing took her hand, his voice filled with relief. "It's time to go home."
An Ran nodded and followed him as he turned and left. The airport noise continued, but their steps were much lighter than when they had arrived.
It was as if those tangled past events, along with that departing plane, had slowly faded from the center of my life.
Teng Zijing skillfully maneuvered the steering wheel, and the luxury car smoothly drove away from the airport, merging into the bustling streets.
The traffic on the road was like a rushing river, each car chasing the other towards its destination.
Some were rushing to an appointment, some were busy making a living, and some were filled with the longing to return home.
The wheels rolled over the asphalt road, the street scene outside the window rushed past, and the traffic lights flashed alternately, reflecting the quietness inside the carriage.
Every car and every person in this city is busy making a living and adding color to the unknown tomorrow.
The joys and sorrows hidden in everyday life are quietly writing their own stories along with the flowing river of cars.
Teng Zijing glanced at An Ran, who was leaning back in her seat with her eyes closed, and gently turned down the music in the car.
The road ahead is long, but my hands are steady on the steering wheel, and I'm with people around me. It feels like no matter how chaotic the traffic is, it can't stop me from getting home.
Teng Zijing reached out and took An Ran's hand, gently stroking the back of her hand with his fingertips, his voice softening even more: "Alright, everyone's gone, are you still angry?"
An Ran didn't speak, but her eyelashes trembled slightly as she remained lost in her own thoughts.
He continued softly, "No matter what, they are among the few relatives you have in this world."
I know you may have had a lot of grievances in the past, but from now on, I will be by your side.
They can't support themselves, can you really be so heartless as to abandon them? And what about Xiao Chi?
I'll find someone to teach him properly so he can get back on his feet as soon as possible. You, just focus on doing what you love.
An Ran slowly opened her eyes, her previous agitation gone, replaced by tenderness.
Looking into Teng Zijing's eyes, she couldn't help but lean in and plant a light kiss on his cheek.
"Zijing, thank you."
Her voice was choked with emotion.
"You suffered so much because of me before; now you have to shoulder so much responsibility because of me. I'm sorry..."
Teng Zijing raised his hand and ruffled her hair, his eyes overflowing with doting affection, and teased her with a smile:
"Silly girl, I'm just doing what I love. I love you, so naturally I accept everything about you."
If I can't even handle something this simple, what right do I have to say I love you?
An Ran's lips curved into a smile as she was amused by him. She reached out and grasped his hand tightly.
Sunlight streamed through the car window, falling on their clasped hands.
It was warm and cozy, as if the sunshine was slowly dispelling all the gloom of the past.
The two were taking advantage of this moment of tranquility to relax their nerves, which had been tense for days.
A sweet, intimate atmosphere filled the train carriage, only to be abruptly shattered by a sudden telephone ring—
This honeymoon, which they hadn't even had a chance to enjoy after the wedding, seemed destined to be interrupted by trivial matters.
Teng Zijing glanced at the caller ID; it was Feng Tao. He answered, "What's up?"
"Master Jing..." Feng Tao's voice was hesitant, the title stuck in his throat, making him seem particularly embarrassed.
"What's wrong?" Teng Zijing asked.
“Gu Ze…” Feng Tao paused, his tone heavy, “Ever since you came back from your wedding day, he’s been completely despondent. Could you… come and see him?”
"Okay." Teng Zijing replied with only one word, hung up the phone, quickly turned the steering wheel to adjust the route, and drove towards the Fengteng Private Apartment Building.
The car quickly stopped in front of Gu Ze's apartment. The two got out of the car and walked straight to the door.
Teng Zijing rang the doorbell, and a moment later, Feng Tao opened the door.
"Master Jing?" Feng Tao was clearly surprised by their arrival. Seeing An Ran there, he quickly stepped aside. "President An, please come in."
Teng Zijing didn't say anything more and stepped inside. The living room was deserted.
Only the aroma of soup wafting from the kitchen brought a touch of warmth to the otherwise empty house.
He looked around but didn't see Gu Ze, then turned to Feng Tao: "Where is he?"
“Upstairs,” Feng Tao said in a low voice. “He was completely drunk when he came back from your wedding that day.”
She went straight into Jiang Chengyu's old bedroom; it had been three days since she'd stepped out.
An Ran frowned slightly upon hearing this.
Teng Zijing didn't ask any more questions, and started walking towards the stairs, with An Ran following closely behind.
Feng Tao gently closed the door behind him, leaving only the lingering aroma of soup in the living room.
The fresh, rich, and mellow flavors only served to accentuate the sluggish silence upstairs, like a heavy stone weighing on one's heart.
Teng Zijing walked to the door of the bedroom that once belonged to Jiang Chengyu, turned the doorknob, and pushed the door open.
After scanning the room and not seeing Gu Ze, she turned to look at Feng Tao.
Feng Tao didn't speak, but gestured for them to come in. Teng Zijing and An Ran walked in one after the other, and the strong smell of alcohol immediately hit them, making them frown slightly.
The gaze finally fell on the balcony—Gu Ze was drunkenly leaning back in a wicker chair, with several empty wine bottles rolling around at his feet, scattered haphazardly on the ground.
On the small coffee table on the balcony, there were three unopened bottles of wine, and the remaining amber liquid in a stemmed glass gleamed coldly, much like his heart, which had sunk to the bottom at that moment.
He held the script in one hand, picked up his wine glass with the other, tilted his head back, and downed the rest of his drink in one gulp.
The moment his Adam's apple bobbed, he seemed to be completely immersed in the plot of the script.
He muttered to himself, "Life is mostly unsatisfactory, just like the life in a script, full of twists and turns, and there's always something to be dissatisfied with."
Life is a play, and I just happen to be the one who gets hurt the most in this play…
"Why? Why me of all people?" Gu Ze muttered repeatedly, his voice tinged with resentment and anger.
His voice was heavy with the smell of alcohol and choked with barely concealed sobs, like a fine needle gently pricking the hearts of everyone present.
Looking at Gu Ze's distraught appearance, a complex emotion flashed in An Ran's eyes. She didn't understand why Gu Ze was in so much pain.
Teng Zijing walked up to Gu Ze in a few steps, his gaze falling on the script in Gu Ze's hand.
Gu Ze seemed oblivious to anyone approaching, his fingers gripping the script page tightly.
He kept repeating lines from the script, his voice slurred from drunkenness, yet filled with heart-wrenching pain:
"Mu Xiaoji, do you have no heart? Bai Ze's eyes were injured. He encountered danger on the way to treat your mother!"
You injured your eyes, and you actually believed his lie that he was staying with your mother so you could get acupuncture treatment and not go back home for the time being.
Are you a pig? You selfishly made him do things he didn't want to do time and time again, and because of you, his hair turned white overnight! He's only twenty, in the prime of his life…”
He suddenly raised his hand and slammed the script onto the coffee table, splashing a few drops of wine that slid down the side of the glass.
"Now, for your sake, he disregards his own blindness and rushes to Lincheng to save your mother..."
What is it about you that's so good? That Bai Ze would risk his life to protect everything you have?
The last few words were almost shouted out. Gu Ze was panting heavily, his eyes red, it was hard to tell whether it was from drunkenness or tears.
He stared into the void, as if he were the heartbroken bystander in the script.
It's as if all the resentment and grievances were poured out through the lines.
Gu Ze suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes staring straight ahead.
As if trying to see through the air, a twisted smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, his voice hoarse and fragmented:
“I know…you wrote the script…Bai Ze is Cheng Yu, and Yun Mo is you, Mu Xiaoji…hmph…”
He shook the bottle in his hand, spilling wine as he did so, wetting his clothes without a care.
"President Mu is so cunning... He is Bai Ze, as pure as snow; you are the ink of the clouds, as deep as night. Black and white complement each other, what a perfect couple..."
"Only I, Gu Ze..."
He suddenly raised his voice, his laughter carrying a chilling undertone.
"I'm the only madman who crawled out of hell, yet I still foolishly dream of being his guardian angel..."
Hahaha... What a joke! I am the biggest joke ever!
"Gu Ze!" Teng Zijing's voice suddenly turned cold, carrying an undeniable air of authority.
Trying to wake someone who is indulging in drunkenness and obsession, "Wake up!"
Gu Ze seemed not to hear, but simply crouched down, his laughter gradually turning into suppressed sobs.
His shoulders trembled violently, burying all his resentment and pain in the heavy smell of alcohol.
The wind blowing in from the balcony rustled the scattered pages of the script, creating a sound like an accompaniment to this out-of-control emotion.
"Cheng Yu, why did you save me? Why can't you free me? You are a devil with the heart of a bodhisattva."
While saving me, you also planted a curse on me; I can't have you, yet I can't let you go. You are the executioner who stabbed me in the back and drank my blood.
Cheng Yu… what do you want me to do? What do you want me to do for you?
Teng Zijing stared coldly at him, her fingers unconsciously tightening. An Ran stood a little further away, watching Gu Ze's appearance.
A bitter feeling welled up in my heart—some pain, when expressed through theatrical performances, only felt heavier.