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“What's going on? Does Aunt have something to find me for?” Zhu Hui asked, puzzled.
“No, she’s not looking for you; it’s me who has something to discuss with you.”
“You? What do you want from me?”
“I... I’ve already been told by Second Aunt about you saving my cousin.”
“So what?”
“I want to apologize to you, but I don’t know how to start.” He looked at her with a troubled expression, filled with complicated emotions. “If I apologize to you now, I would feel shameless, as if I’m only doing it because you helped my cousin.”
“Since you care so much about your pride, maybe you shouldn’t say anything! After all, there are plenty of people in this world who should apologize to me but haven’t.”
“Are you still angry with me?”
“Give me a reason not to be angry with you.”
“If you refuse to forgive me, no matter how many reasons I give—whether it’s a thousand or ten thousand—you’ll still be angry with me, right?”
Seeing the sincerity in his dark eyes that was hard to refuse, Zhu Hui couldn’t help but break into a smile that seemed to embrace everything. “Well, not necessarily. If your anger makes me age quickly or turns me back into a child, becoming a true mountain troll, then I’d probably forgive you. After all, girls love beauty, don’t they? Especially high school boys.”
Liao Chengwei felt embarrassed by her teasing and scratched his head awkwardly. “Sister Hui, your words are really funny.”
“How do you know my words are funny? Especially when it comes to teasing sheep; I’m the best at that.”
“Teasing sheep?” Liao Chengwei looked at her in confusion, unsure of what she meant.
“Don’t look at me with those eyes,” Zhu Hui sighed, raising her brows. “Forget it, you haven’t seen that Male Goat, so explaining it to you is pointless. You wouldn’t understand.”
“Is that so?” Liao Chengwei gazed at her, smiling, without asking who that Male Goat was. A cloud of confusion lingered on his brow as he continued, “I’ve always been curious—where did you get so much money to donate for my cousin’s treatment?”
“Actually—those funds weren’t from me; they were donated by some kind-hearted people in society. If you want to express your gratitude, just silently thank them in your heart!”
Although Liao Chengwei still didn’t fully grasp her meaning, he chose not to delve deeper. Shaking off the gloom, a radiant smile finally lit up his face as he sincerely asked, “Sister Hui, can I be your friend?”
“Of course! As long as you don’t mind, I’d be more than happy to be your friend.”
“Since you’re willing to be my friend, why haven’t you asked for my name until now?” Liao Chengwei sighed in frustration, feeling quite disappointed.
“Oh, I’m sorry! Is it okay if I ask you now?” Zhu Hui smiled awkwardly at him and sincerely inquired, “What’s your name? Can you tell your friend?”
“My name is Song Yu. It’s ‘Yu’ as in honor, not ‘Yu’ as in jade. You must remember that!”
“Song Yu, what a lovely name! I will definitely remember it.”
Song Yu couldn’t help but smile at her.
August in Wuhan was as hot as the Flaming Mountains from Journey to the West. The ground was scorching; if someone stepped on it barefoot, their soles would surely smoke with a burnt smell wafting up. By noon, the streets were nearly deserted, yet Zhu Hui remained steadfastly in place, believing that if she could endure just one more minute, she would be rewarded accordingly and gather more donations to save Liao Chengwei’s life.
She set down her violin and blew on her fingers repeatedly. The blisters on her fingers had become increasingly painful due to inflammation. Picking up the bottle of ice water that Zhang Shoude had just given her, she hesitated for a long while. Though reluctant to drink it, the pain in her fingers was unbearable. After a complex internal struggle, she ultimately decided to endure the pain and luxuriously poured a little ice water over her fingers to relieve the immediate discomfort.
“Sister Hui.” Suddenly, someone called out to her from behind.
She turned around sharply and saw Song Yu standing there, gazing at her with sparkling eyes.
"You... how did you end up here?" Zhu Hui stared at him with wide eyes, utterly astonished.
"Is this really how you came to save my cousin?" Song Yu trembled, tears nearly spilling from his eyes.
"Actually... it's not entirely like that, really." Zhu Hui smiled gently at him, not wanting him to feel sad, and fibbed, "I'm here playing the violin purely out of interest. You have no idea how happy I am when I play here; there are so many people who enjoy listening to me. Every time I hear their praises, I feel an overwhelming sense of accomplishment."
"Even if you love playing the violin, would you really go so far as to get blisters on your fingers?"
"The blisters... actually, they were from when I accidentally burned myself while boiling water yesterday. It doesn't hurt at all, really." Zhu Hui chuckled and shrugged dismissively.
"Sister Hui, I've learned the violin too. Do you think I wouldn't notice how you got those blisters?"
Zhu Hui looked at him, momentarily speechless, unsure of what to say.
"Sister Hui, actually my cousin doesn't like you. On the contrary, he..."
"You mean he dislikes me very much, right?" Zhu Hui interrupted him.
"Since you know that, why do you still help him?"
Zhu Hui turned her head away, a look of helplessness on her face as she sighed. "What can I do? I'm his class monitor." Suddenly, she laughed again and self-deprecatingly added, "Honestly, being a class monitor feels quite pathetic. In class, I can only be considered a third-class citizen. Sometimes when your cousin glares at me, I get so scared that I worry his slap might come crashing down on my face at any moment. To be honest, I'm really afraid of him." She then recalled Yang Qianfan and couldn't help but chuckle again. "I wasn't even afraid of that Male Goat, but for some reason, I'm terrified of your cousin."
"Are you really that afraid of him? But I think you're very strong!"
"Even the strongest people have their weaknesses; it's just that you don't see mine. Besides, my strength is merely superficial—it's all just a facade." Zhu Hui laughed heartily.
But Song Yu did not smile; instead, his expression grew increasingly grim as he lowered his head and wiped away his tears in silence.
“Hey, why is a boy like you crying? I look down on you for that!” Zhu Hui teased, making a dismissive gesture in an attempt to cheer him up.
“Sister Hui, I can play the violin too, but I’ve never gone out on the street to play for my cousin like you have. Compared to you, I feel so ashamed!”
“But I believe your love for your cousin surpasses mine. There’s nothing more valuable in this world than love, so you really don’t need to feel ashamed.”
Hearing her words, Song Yu suddenly became agitated. He snatched the violin from her hands and said, “From now on, let’s play together here to help save my cousin, okay?”
“If you really want to save your cousin, then you shouldn’t be with me. It’s enough for me to be here alone; having one more person won’t make the family donate any extra,” Zhu Hui replied thoughtfully after a moment. “I don’t want to waste resources. You can find odd jobs elsewhere. Only if we both earn money can we raise more funds to save your cousin. Do you understand?”
After thinking for a moment, Song Yu nodded, realizing he should go look for work.
Zhu Hui looked at him and smiled with satisfaction.
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