Can I still be saved? [Transmigration] - Chapter 33.1
Su Yunjing was startled, and only then did Wen Yanlai realize that her appearance might have scared him.
She hurried back to her room to wash off the face mask.
While Wen Yanlai was washing her face, Su Yunjing, nervous and uneasy, opened the door.
But there was no one there. The hallway was pitch dark, not a single figure.
What was going on?
“Cici, who was it? Was it your Uncle Shen?” Wen Yanlai’s voice came from the room.
“No. I think the doorbell’s broken. Maybe… maybe it’s a loose connection.” Su Yunjing could only make up a lie.
Wen Yanlai washed her face, came out, and saw Su Yunjing fiddling with the doorbell.
“If it doesn’t work, take out the battery first. Tomorrow we’ll get a repairman to take a look. Go to sleep, it’s almost midnight,” she said.
Su Yunjing, with things weighing on his mind, answered and went back to his room.
Wen Yanlai had also heard the doorbell, which meant it wasn’t Su Yunjing’s imagination, little Cool cub was really at the door just now.
He didn’t know where he had gone.
Su Yunjing opened the window and looked out.
But, this was the 19th floor, and with limited vision, he could not see anything.
Fu Hanzhou didn’t have a phone, so even if Su Yunjing wanted to contact him, he couldn’t.
But… How did Fu Hanzhou know where he lived?
Su Yunjing was puzzled for a minute, but it was soon replaced by worry.
After anxiously waiting in his room for twenty minutes, Su Yunjing put on a jacket, grabbed his keys, and quietly went out to look for Fu Hanzhou.
Just as he got out of the elevator, he saw a tall figure standing beside a flower bed.
The community used energy-saving lamps, and the light was very dim. Su Yunjing could barely make out a silhouette.
“Fu Hanzhou?”
Su Yunjing walked closer, and he was indeed a little cool cub.
His thick eyelashes were covered with the chill of late autumn, his lips were pale, expression seemed pained, and the ends of his eyes were wet.
Su Yunjing’s heart sank, and he asked worriedly, “Are you having hallucinations again?”
“It’s too cold here. If you need to talk, let’s go back first,” Su Yunjing said gently. He tentatively reached out to hold Fu Hanzhou’s hand.
It was ice-cold to the touch.
Fu Hanzhou’s hand felt like it was carved from ice—white, slender, and without warmth.
Fu Hanzhou’s long eyelashes trembled slightly. He didn’t speak, nor did he pull away from Su Yunjing.
His bloodless lips quivered faintly, with a nervous.
In Fu Hanzhou’s world, this place was crowded with disgusting bugs.
Only Su Yunjing was clean.
His hand was dry and warm.
Fu Hanzhou was held tightly by him and pulled away from the flower bed.
Su Yunjing quietly brought him back to his room. Wen Yanlai was sleeping in the next room, so he didn’t dare make too much noise.
“You can sleep here tonight.” Su Yunjing took a new blanket from the closet and spread it out on the bed.
The bugs crawled out from the cracks in the walls, quickly covering the whole room.
When they squirmed, they were like a rolling tide, so dense that it made one’s scalp numb.
Fu Hanzhou stood there without moving, staring at the bugs surging toward him, wanting to drown and devour him.
When Su Yunjing saw his expression, he knew something was wrong.
When Fu Hanzhou was little, he had experienced hallucinations a few times, and it was always Su Yunjing who stayed with him through it.
He had heard Fu Hanzhou describe those bugs before, and just listening made Su Yunjing’s skin crawl, let alone Fu Hanzhou seeing them with his own eyes.
He stepped forward, covered Fu Hanzhou’s eyes, and repeated firmly.
“There’s nothing here. There’s nothing in my room. Those things are fake.”
“Don’t think about it, don’t think about anything.”
“Go to sleep. After a good sleep, everything will be fine tomorrow.”
Su Yunjing took off his coat.
Up close, he felt that even Fu Hanzhou’s muscles were trembling.
Su Yunjing continued patiently coaxing him, pulling him to the bed.
Suddenly, Fu Hanzhou pushed him away, lay down, and pulled the blanket over himself.
Looking at Fu Hanzhou curled up, like a child with no sense of security, burying himself under the blanket, Su Yunjing felt his throat burn painfully.
Before, when Fu Hanzhou had hallucinations, he told him that as long as the corners of the blanket were tucked in, the bugs wouldn’t get in.
He never thought that even after growing up, Fu Hanzhou still believed in those words.
Su Yunjing half-knelt by the bed, took off his shoes, then tugged on the blanket and wrapped him tightly.
The body under the blanket clearly stiffened.
Then lay there quietly, without saying a word.
…..
The next morning, Su Yunjing was woken up by a phone call.
The phone was on the nightstand. Half-asleep, he answered it.
From the other end came a loud, clear voice: “Bro, save my life ahhhh!”
Su Yunjing recognized Chen Yuechao’s voice. He struggled to open his sleepy eyes. “What happened?”
Hearing the heavy nasal tone, Chen Yuechao knew he had just woken up and couldn’t help but feel envious.
Normally on weekends, he would also be happily catching up on sleep at this hour.
But yesterday he had agreed to meet Li Zixin at eight this morning.
He thought it was a date and excitedly woke up at seven, spending half an hour dressing up.
Who knew that Li Zixin asked him to go to the library to study together.
So this was what it meant to be a top-20 student in the grade?
The sense of responsibility was just too high—even on weekends, they studied.
If it were just the two of them, Chen Yuechao could convince himself this was a scholar’s version of a date.
But Li Zixin was part of a study group. This time, inviting Chen Yuechao was genuinely for studying.
She invited him because she wanted to lead the ‘poor household’ toward a prosperous and well-off life.
Knowing what she had in mind, Chen Yuechao made an excuse to go to the restroom and called Su Yunjing, hoping for advice.
Should he endure for love and study hard?
Or should he keep living freely, unrestrained?
Chen Yuechao called seven or eight close friends from the restroom.
Some said love is priceless, don’t miss the chance.
Others said, be crazy for love—if you don’t work hard now, you’ll regret it when you’re old.
“What do you think? Should I grit my teeth and study, or run away right now?” Chen Yuechao was completely lost.
After listening to the story, Su Yunjing was much more awake.
Last night, he had been up with Fu Hanzhou until past one.
This morning, before leaving, Wen Yanlai said something to him at the door, but he was too sleepy to hear clearly.
He had slept until 9:10. If not for Chen Yuechao’s call, he wouldn’t have woken up yet.
The call not only woke Su Yunjing, but it also made Fu Hanzhou open his eyes.
Su Yunjing turned his head and saw a pair of black eyes peeking out from under the blanket.
Fu Hanzhou had slept the whole night with his head under the blanket.
Su Yunjing was worried he’d suffocate, so he had woken up several times during the night to pull the blanket down to his chin.
But next time he woke up again, Fu Hanzhou had curled back under the blanket.
Fu Hanzhou only showed a pair of eyes and a few strands of soft long hair, like some kind of seemingly weak animal curled up in a cave, but actually with strong teeth and many thorns.
Unexpectedly, a little cute.
On the phone, Chen Yuechao was still asking for advice.
Not wanting to disturb Fu Hanzhou, Su Yunjing put on slippers and went outside to talk.
If he were to give advice, of course, he would tell Chen Yuechao to join the study group and fight for his future.
After analyzing the pros and cons for seven or eight minutes, Chen Yuechao suddenly lowered his voice, sounding sneaky.
“Gotta go, I’ve been in the restroom for over half an hour, someone’s coming to find me.”
Su Yunjing: “…”
After hanging up, Su Yunjing was just about to return to the bedroom when he saw Fu Hanzhou standing at the doorway wearing his pajamas, not sure how long he had been there.
After Fu Hanzhou’s hallucinations subsided last night, Su Yunjing had found him a set of his own pajamas to wear.
Before leaving, Wen Yanlai had left breakfast.
After washing up, Su Yunjing heated the food in the microwave and because Fu Hanzhou was there, he made an extra dish of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
Fu Hanzhou’s long hair was loosely tied back, revealing a smooth, pale forehead.
He lowered his head, drinking the porridge in front of him. His eyelashes were long and curled, and the light from the window cast a layer of light gold.
Looking at Fu Hanzhou silently drinking porridge, Su Yunjing couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
In the past, Fu Hanzhou would only come to find him in the middle of the night when he had hallucinations after he fully trusted and relied on him.
So did Fu Hanzhou coming over last night mean he no longer rejected him?
To test this thought, Su Yunjing deliberately picked up a piece of egg and put it in Fu Hanzhou’s bowl.
Fu Hanzhou looked at it, pressed his lips together for a moment, and used his chopsticks to put it out.
After drinking a mouthful of porridge, he then picked the egg back up and ate it.
Su Yunjing: “…”
Still as stubborn and tsundere as before?
Forget it, forget it.
Su Yunjing gave up trying and ate his own food quietly.
After breakfast, Su Yunjing didn’t keep Fu Hanzhou around.
After all, what he did at the wedding was too inappropriate.
Su Yunjing was more shocked than angry because he had some bias toward Fu Hanzhou.
But Wen Yanlai was different, she had no feelings for Fu Hanzhou.
The only connection between the two of them was Shen Nianyun.
If she saw Fu Hanzhou at home, Su Yunjing really wouldn’t know how to explain.
Luckily, Su Yunjing sent Fu Hanzhou away early. Less than an hour after he left, Wen Yanlai came back.
Seeing that Su Yunjing hadn’t packed anything, Wen Yanlai asked, “You haven’t packed?”
Su Yunjing was puzzled. “Packed for what?”
His grandfather had hurt his knee when he was young. Now that the weather was turning cold, the old injury flared up again, and yesterday afternoon he was hospitalized.
This morning, his grandmother called to inform them.
Although it wasn’t serious, Wen Yanlai still wanted to take Su Yunjing back to visit.
Before she left, she had told Su Yunjing about returning to their hometown.
Su Yunjing felt awkward.
He had been sleeping deeply at the time and hadn’t heard clearly what Wen Yanlai said. He just casually responded and habitualy pulled down the blanket covering Fu Hanzhou’s head.
Fu Hanzhou hadn’t woken up then, but as soon as the blanket was pulled down, he had burrowed right back under it, like a squirrel looking for a hole to sleep in.
Luckily there was still time. Su Yunjing grabbed his ID and a change of clothes, and hurriedly went downstairs with Wen Yanlai.
Her assistant was already waiting downstairs.
….
On Monday, Fu Hanzhou didn’t attend morning reading again and just barely made it to class before the 8 o’clock bell.
He was always the last student to arrive, but unexpectedly, the seat next to him was empty this time.
The bell rang, but Su Yunjing didn’t show up.
Fu Hanzhou lay on the desk, staring at the empty seat next to him, as if thinking about something, or maybe nothing at all.
His eyes were empty.
Su Yunjing did not come to class until school was over.
Everyone in the classroom had left, but Fu Hanzhou was still lying on the desk, not leaving.
Old Wu had a family emergency and took the day off. Today, someone else came to pick up Fu Hanzhou.
The new driver didn’t know Fu Hanzhou’s habits. After waiting for half an hour and not seeing him, he went inside to find him.
Fu Hanzhou was a conspicuous presence in the school. After asking around, the driver found his class.
In Class 5 of Grade 2, at the last row, a long-haired boy was lying on his arms.
The afterglow of the setting sun fell on him, as if spilling him with a coat of bl00d-red paint—broken and yet beautiful.
Thinking Fu Hanzhou was asleep, the driver walked over and woke him.
Fu Hanzhou opened his eyes. The last rays of the sunset melted into his pupils, like a firework about to burn out.
He didn’t say anything, just stood up and followed the driver back.
The next day, Su Yunjing still didn’t come. The seat next to Fu Hanzhou was empty again all day.
Old Wu came back to work, and seeing Fu Hanzhou not leaving after school, he wasn’t in a hurry. He just waited patiently.
Unlike other students, Fu Hanzhou was never eager to go home after school, and sometimes there was even a faint smell of smoke on him.
Today, Old Wu waited nearly two hours. Just when he was about to go find him, Fu Hanzhou finally came.
The handsome boy opened the car door, silent and calm as usual.
He sat in the back seat, wordless, staring out the window at the passing scenery.
His whole body was clean and fresh, with no smell of smoke.
Though curious about why he was so late today, Old Wu didn’t ask much. He just drove him home.
Shen Nianyun wasn’t at home, apparently on another business trip somewhere again.
Fu Hanzhou was used to it and didn’t ask. He went straight upstairs.
When he passed by the room opposite his, he paused and pressed his lips together before opening his own door.
After entering, he didn’t come out again.