Sunny Joy - CHAPTER 38

Many times, many people forget their own birthdays.

Some people place great importance on it, while others, for various reasons, are quite indifferent and might not even know that it’s their birthday on that day.

But university is different; close roommates will celebrate with you, perhaps for social reasons, perhaps simply to enjoy a big meal, perhaps because they want to be able to celebrate for themselves in the future, or perhaps… because they’re too bored.

What should we choose to eat?

Hot pot, barbecue, or ordering dishes at a restaurant.

Accompanied by music: Say bye bye to all the worries, say hi hi to all the happiness, dear dear, happy birthday…

Prepare the dipping sauce (of course, the main one is sesame paste), grab the fruit, and only then did a few of them finally finish their tasks, eating fruit and chatting.

“It seems like I haven’t gone out to eat in a long time.”

“I didn’t have time before, but now it’s all done, and it’s just in time for my birthday, so I came to eat hot pot.”

Little Pepper: “Hey, I watched a really good movie yesterday, it felt very meaningful.”

Song Ciyue asked, “What movie?”

Little Pepper pretended to be serious: “This is a movie that could be applied for intangible cultural heritage status!”

Shang Nuan: “Is it really that impressive? So what movie is it?”

“Jiang Wen’s ‘Let the Bullets Fly.'”

Yang Liu: “From the name, it sounds like a war movie. I haven’t watched many films with this kind of theme.”

“No, no, this story is about the bandit Zhang Mazi impersonating Ma Bangde to become the mayor of Echeng County. Later, he teamed up with the local bully Huang Silang. Although it seems to be about fighting against bullies, in fact, it is truly about pursuing ideals.”

“How should I put it, my words can’t capture its brilliance, it’s definitely worth seeing.”

Shang Nuan: “Jiang Wen, that name sounds very familiar. I remember often coming across videos of Jiang Wen promoting traditional Chinese culture with foreigners. Those videos were really fun.”

Little Pepper: “How should I put it, although those videos are all about traditional Chinese culture and have some clips from the movie, after you watch them, your attention will be more focused on the plot and characters.”

“Mm-hmm, since you recommend it so highly, we’ll definitely check it out when we get back.”

Yang Liu: “Speaking of which, Abbas seems to be quite popular lately. He’s also a foreigner, and his comment section is really funny. Everyone is teasing him.”

Song Ciyue raised her hand: “I’m on a 2G network, please explain in detail.”

“I’ll make a few comments: ‘Abbas, do you know? An hour and a half is three and a half hours,’ ‘Abbas, remember, an inch of time is an inch of gold, three inches of time is one inch of gold,’ ‘Abbas, remember, space has a space station, if it’s too crowded, there won’t be a space station.'”

Yang Liu: “Hahaha, it really is a lot of fun. That three-and-a-half-hour one really requires some brainpower.”

Shang Nuan: “The Chinese listening comprehension test is a bit harder. I remember there was a question circulating online about a Chinese listening comprehension test, which goes like this: A: Your teeth are really nice. B: Fake. A: Really fake? B: Really. So, are B’s teeth real or fake?”

“Hiss, why do I suddenly feel like English isn’t that difficult anymore? I feel so much more balanced.”

Shang Nuan: “That’s for sure.”

Song Ciyue and Meng Ran met.

Song Ciyue was the first to speak: “Long time no see.”

“Long time no see.”

Later, there was a prolonged silence, walking together in silence for a while, just like before, but unlike before, they weren’t holding hands.

Meng Ran’s fingers twitched. He didn’t know if he should reach out to the girl, like before. He felt a bit aggrieved; he didn’t understand why, despite doing so well, the girl still kept her distance from him.

After being torn for so long, finally, the boy was about to reach out and grab her hand. He thought to himself, a man should bear more, this is his girlfriend, if there’s anything, he should apologize first and comfort her.

But it seemed he was a step too late, because the girl was already turning around as she spoke.

“We need to talk about our relationship; I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.”

Meng Ran was taken aback upon hearing this, and withdrew his hand before the girl turned around: “Have you already made up your mind?”

His words didn’t convey any emotion, and the girl continued, “I’ve thought it over. What about you? Have you made up your mind?”

Meng Ran stared at her intently. What could he think? He was angry with the girl, angry that she had changed, that the distance between them was growing, making him seem like a simp to her.

He gave a self-deprecating smile, went along with the girl’s wishes, and said, “Then let’s break up.”

The fallen leaves floated on the surface of the lake, causing only a few ripples.

After Meng Ran finished speaking, he turned around and left without a word.

I’ve seen how you loved me, so I know you don’t love me anymore.

Rather than making it difficult for you, I might as well let go myself.

As he expected, Song Ciyue listened to his words, feeling a great weight lifted off her shoulders, yet also a sense of loss.

“I actually haven’t thought it through yet…”

Her words drifted in the wind, never reaching his ears.

Actually, I don’t know. My mind is very chaotic. I’m just very cowardly, pushing everything onto you, hoping to find my own peace this way. I know this is very bad, but I still choose to escape.

I’m sorry, I have let you down. Maybe we really aren’t suitable for each other.

Afterwards, maybe it was a side effect, but I always unconsciously thought of him.

She went to pick up a package with her roommate. While waiting outside for her roommate, a boy passed by not far away. She stared at his back and lost herself in thought.

Is it… him?

My roommate picked up the package, and seeing her staring at something without moving, I tapped her shoulder to bring her back to reality: “What are you looking at? So focused.”

Song Ciyue forced a smile and said, “It’s nothing.”

She should be able to let go, why is she still thinking about him?

It should be a sequela, maybe it will get better after a while; time is the best medicine.

In class, while listening to the teacher’s lecture, she started to space out.

If he asks me to get back together, how should I reject him?

I should say, I don’t like you anymore, don’t contact me again.

Could it be too indifferent? Is this too hurtful?

Otherwise, I have to prepare for the postgraduate entrance exam and don’t have time at the moment. Can we consider this issue after the exam is over?

Doesn’t this seem a bit indecisive? It still feels like you want to get back together!

No, no…

Not knowing how long it had been, she suddenly shook her head to clear her mind.

What are you thinking? How could he want to get back together with you? That’s just too self-deluded, isn’t it? The breakup was something he said himself, so stop thinking about it! Stop thinking about it!

Isn’t it better to break up gracefully? You clearly wanted this outcome, and now you’re begging for reconciliation? Don’t you feel embarrassed?