Chapter 57.1 (1/2)

Chapter 57 Part 1

Translated by Tranzgeek

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Qiao Fei

I held Jia Yang. I held him for a long time until he fell asleep.

I supported him to my bed, putting him into my bed, helping him take off his shoes and clothes, until all he had on were some shorts.

When was the last time I had seen this scene?

I wiped his face with a hot towel.

He closed his eyes, his eyelashes black and long, leaving a shadow on his white face.

This kind of a man, had firmly given me warmth and someone to rely on, but now he was so helpless, crying into my arms.

Why did I always see his tears?

And these tears- most of them were because of me.

Was there any other incredible woman like this?

Making the man she liked cry.

Jia Yang turned over, arms around the quilt, his back towards me.

I saw his back didn’t have any healed wounds and had formed into little red scabs now. I used my hand to touch it, he moved a bit.

I slowly put my mouth on it. I lightly said: “Jia Yang, does it hurt?”

I was tired. Like this, I put my arms around the person I loved most, Cheng Jia Yang, and slept next to him on the warm and soft bed.

Cheng Jia Yang

I slept very well. I opened my eyes to say: “Fei, my back is itchy, help me scratch it a bit.”

No one replied.

I sat up. I saw there was milk and bread next to the bed. I wanted to find a piece of paper, but there was nothing.

Fei and her friend went to work.

I wore my clothes, washed up, and observed her room.

Before when I came, I ran over to argue with Qiao Fei about going to Africa, but I didn’t carefully examine her nest.

She liked light colors. She had used a light green for her curtains, bedspreads, and tablecloths. In the deep autumn air, her room also had the breath of spring.

I opened her wardrobe. There were some simple, clean clothes. I thought, Maybe I can find the things I bought for her before. Even one piece of clothing, a skirt, would be good, but I didn’t find any.

I flipped through her drawer.

I looked under the bed. I hoped I could find something in her place, something that had to do with me.

Nothing.

I was very dejected, and I sat in the chair finis.h.i.+ng the things she had prepared for me.

I drove to work, meeting Qiao Fei in the hallway who was going to copy files.

We were both a bit embarra.s.sed. I said: “Where are you going now?”

“Senior sister is letting me go abroad.” She let me see the files in her hands.

“Where?” I grabbed the doc.u.ments.

“You saw it, the Ministry of Health is going to hold some international medical conferences in Chengdu. They need some interpreters from here. Senior sister let me go.”

“When?”

“The day after tomorrow.”

“The schedule is so tight? Why can’t they give you some time to prepare?”

“There isn’t time to prepare anymore. Originally, the Ministry of Health thought they could handle it sufficiently, so they weren’t going to let us go in the first place.” She took the doc.u.ments in my hands back, “I won’t talk to you anymore. I’m going. I still need to work.”

I wanted to call her back, but Qiao Fei walked quickly, her high heels making a clear sound.

I wanted to call Xu Dong out to drink some wine. In the phone he was very conflicted. I said: “You might as well turn against me like you don’t know me. When you looked for me, when did I never appear?”

“All right, all right, I’m going now.”

We met in the bar. He drank with me, his heart not in it. He said: “If you have anything, say it.”

“You have to go home to accompany your wife?”

“I do have to accompany my wife, and my son. Now, I play piano for him everyday to teach him.”

I laughed immediately so that it all sprayed out.

Xu Dong was very unhappy: “Do not laugh at a prospective father’s responsibility.”