ebookslot Chapter 242 Fools of Love
Chapter 242 Fools of Love
Looking at Song Huan's distraught face, Lin Yue suddenly sighed.
"You haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll take you to eat."
Song Huan raised her head, opened her mouth, and was about to refuse when her wrist was grabbed.
Her hands were cold, but she was quite strong. She pulled him across the road and into a small alley.
The alley is narrow, with old residential buildings on both sides, their walls peeling away to reveal the red bricks underneath.
The streetlights cast a dim, yellowish glow on the ground, stretching the two people's shadows long.
Finally, we stopped in front of a small shop.
There was no signboard; a few red plastic tables and chairs were placed at the entrance, their edges worn white.
A chubby uncle squatted at the doorway fanning the charcoal fire, the smoke rising upwards and making people squint.
Lin Yue pulled up a chair and sat down, then called out to the boss.
"Two servings of stir-fried noodles, extra spicy."
Then he turned to look at Song Huan.
"This restaurant is especially delicious; I come here often."
Song Huan sat down opposite her and looked around.
The environment was very basic; the plastic chairs creaked, and a disposable tablecloth covered the table, its edges blowing in the wind.
The smell of cooking oil was very strong, mixed with the aroma of charcoal and chili.
He glanced at Lin Yue.
She was wearing a sundress, high heels, heavy makeup, and bright red nail polish.
Sitting in a place like this is like a flower stuck in the mud.
In my mind, a girl dressed so beautifully should be dining at a high-end hotel.
"How much? I'll pay you back."
Song Huan subconsciously reached into her pocket, but found nothing.
His pockets were completely empty; he didn't even have a single coin.
His hand froze, and his face turned from white to red.
Lin Yue looked at his embarrassed expression and smiled briefly, as if she hadn't smiled at all. "Never mind, this meal is on you."
She leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs, and her high heels dangled under the table.
Tell me your story with her.
Song Huan was taken aback. "Her?"
"It's that woman." Lin Yue raised her chin.
"oh."
Song Huan lowered her head and stared at the crumpled disposable tablecloth on the table.
The stir-fried noodles hadn't even arrived yet, but the smell of charcoal was already in the air.
His eyes fell into a melancholy gaze, and his voice was very soft.
"Her name is Su Wanqing, she's my senior, a third-year student..."
He spoke little by little.
From the first day of college when she helped him carry his suitcase, to joining the computer club, to praising him every time he moved a table or chair, to saving his living expenses every month to buy her clothes.
He spoke slowly, as if flipping through an old photo album, page by page, each page bearing her image.
After hearing this, Lin Yue couldn't help but laugh, "Then you really are a pathetic simp, seeing other people wearing the clothes you bought and going out on dates with their boyfriends."
Song Huan's face flushed red, and her voice rose a half-octave, "Can't you have a little sympathy? This isn't funny at all!"
Lin Yue looked at him, and seeing that he was really angry, she stopped smiling. "Alright, alright, learn from your mistake. Go back and delete her contact information. Stay away from this kind of person."
Song Huan didn't say anything.
The stir-fried noodles arrived, two servings, steaming hot.
Song Huan picked up her chopsticks and ate silently.
The rice noodles were very fragrant, the bean sprouts were crunchy, and the eggs were chopped up, but it was a bit spicy.
But after a few bites, he couldn't eat anymore.
I have no appetite.
Lin Yue glanced at him and said strangely, "You don't still like her, do you?"
"I have no idea."
"She treated you like this, and you still like her?"
Song Huan couldn't help but ask, "Do you even know what 'like' means?"
Lin Yue was stunned for a moment.
"have no idea."
"That's right."
Song Huan put down her chopsticks, lowered her head, and looked at the remaining fried noodles on the plate.
"I don't know either, I'm just feeling sad."
As he spoke, his eyes reddened, and tears fell, slapping onto the table with a soft thud.
He quickly wiped it with the back of his hand, then wiped it again, but it wasn't clean.
The boy actually cried.
Lin Yue was stunned, looking at him with his head down and his shoulders trembling slightly.
She didn't know whether to call him silly or to say he was taking it too seriously.
In short, among the boys she knew, Song Huan was definitely an anomaly.
After finishing their fried noodles, the two walked out of the small shop and out of the alley.
The streetlights were on, casting a dim yellow light on the road.
Song Huan walked beside her, hesitated for a moment, and was about to ask for her contact information so that she could treat this kind person to a meal or something.
Lin Yue's phone suddenly rang.
She took it out of her bag, glanced at the screen, and answered the call.
The voice on the other end was loud, and Song Huan vaguely heard a few words: "Yueyue, when are you coming back? The guests specifically requested you."
Lin Yue frowned. "I understand, right away."
She hung up the phone and hurriedly waved to Song Huan.
Goodbye, I have to get back to work. Until we meet again.
After saying that, she walked away in her high heels, the sound of them clicking away quickly. Her figure was very tall and slender, swaying under the streetlights.
Song Huan stood there watching her walk away, opened her mouth, wanting to ask for her phone number, wanting to ask...
she left.
They disappeared around the corner.
He stood there for a while before turning around and walking back.
When I got back to the dorm, the lights were still on.
Song Huan lowered her head and pushed open the door, not daring to look at her roommate.
Li Yang was the first to stand up. "Holy crap, Song Huan, you're back? Are you alright?"
Wang Gang also leaned down from the upper bunk, saying, "It's all over the school walls, that Su Wanqing is such a jerk."
Zhang Li held up his phone; a photo was displayed on the screen.
Song Huan stood in the middle of the crowd, holding flowers, her face pale. Su Wanqing and Zhao Yuan stood beside her.
There are already hundreds of comments below. Some people are cursing Su Wanqing, some are cursing Zhao Yuan, and some are saying that Song Huan is stupid.
Zhang Li put his phone away and cursed.
"Damn, these people have such foul mouths."
Li Yang walked over and patted Song Huan on the shoulder. "Brother, don't think about it. That kind of woman isn't worth it."
Wang Gang climbed down from the top bunk, saying, "Yes, you deserve better."
Song Huan didn't say anything, climbed up to the top bunk, pulled the blanket up, and covered her face.
It was pitch black under the covers, and I couldn't see anything.
After a moment of silence, Li Yang spoke again, "Song Huan, I saw someone on the school wall say that a woman took you away later. Who was that woman?"
My roommates, look over here, wait.
Song Huan's voice came from under the covers, muffled, "A kind person passing by."
Everyone nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
The lights were turned off, and the dormitory became dark.
Song Huan opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling above her head, but couldn't see anything clearly.
Unable to fall asleep, Song Huan took out her phone and opened QQ.
He was wondering whether he should listen to Lin Yue and delete Su Wanqing.
But after searching through his QQ friends' special attention list for a long time, he couldn't find Su Wanqing.
Only later did I realize that she had already deleted me.
Song Huan turned over, facing the wall, and closed her eyes.
The next day, Su Wanqing had class.
But Song Huan did not attend the hearing.
He got up early, washed up, put on a clean T-shirt, and left the school.
There's a pastry shop near the school gate. As soon as it opens, steam rises from the steamer, all white and misty.
He bought his favorite mung bean cake, packed it in a plastic bag, and carried it in his hand.
It's still hot.
I just asked my mom for the money yesterday; if I'm careful, it should last until next month.
He carried the mung bean cakes and walked to the alleyway from yesterday.
I stood under the eaves and waited.
It was still early, and there weren't many people in the alley, except for an orange cat squatting next to a trash can, licking its paws.
He squatted down and hugged the plastic bag to his chest, afraid it would get cold.
I just stood here and waited and waited.
……
At 8 p.m., the glass door of Tianxia KTV was pushed open.
Lin Yue walked out, wearing a silver sequined dress with a low neckline, her hair was styled in big waves, and she wore heavy makeup, with bright red lips and red nail polish.
Standing under the neon lights, he looked like someone who had stepped out of a magazine.
A woman in her thirties was standing next to her. She was also made up and wearing a dress, and she was very pretty, but standing next to Lin Yue, she looked like a star next to the moon.
Her name is Sister Peach, and she's the manager of this karaoke bar.
Peach looked at Lin Yue's pretty face with some envy.
"Yueyue, why didn't you agree to date that Mr. Wang who wanted to pursue you? His family owns a factory, and that BMW costs a million."
Lin Yue smiled and said, "Sister Tao, you know I only came here to work because of my mother's medical expenses. As for finding a boyfriend here, forget it."
Sister Peach sighed, "It doesn't matter who you marry, all men are the same. Marrying a rich man is always better than marrying a poor one."
Are all men the same?
Upon hearing these words, a figure involuntarily surfaced in Lin Yue's mind.
Thin and dressed in worn-out clothes, he stood in the middle of the crowd in the food street, holding flowers, his face pale, like a fish thrown ashore.
The boy who was clearly being treated as a backup option, yet still liked the other person and silently shed tears.
She smiled.
All men in the world are the same.
At least I know a fool, a fool in love.
……
It suddenly started raining.
It wasn't the kind of slow, drizzling rain; it was a downpour, with large raindrops pelting down and splashing water on the ground.
Lin Yue, wearing high heels, hurriedly ran to the eaves of the shop to take shelter from the rain. Her skirt was soaked and clung to her legs.
She patted the water droplets off her clothes, grumbling, "What kind of weather is this? It just starts raining like that..."
She looked up, her gaze fixed on something.
There was a person standing in the alley ahead.
He was thin, wearing a faded T-shirt, carrying a plastic bag, and hiding under the eaves.
Rainwater streamed down from the eaves, forming a curtain of water in front of him.
He hunched his shoulders and stomped his feet on the ground, feeling cold.
It's him?
Lin Yue was stunned for a moment.
She recognized him; it was that idiot.
She walked over, her high heels clicking and clattering in the water.
Hearing the sound, Song Huan turned her head.
His eyes lit up the moment he saw her.
Then, she became reserved again, unsure of what to do with her hands, and clenched the plastic bag a little tighter.
"What are you doing here?" Lin Yue stood in front of him, looking him up and down.
Song Huan looked up and saw her. Her face first lit up with a happy expression, but then she became somewhat reserved.
He handed over the plastic bag.
"I...I want to thank you. You helped me yesterday and even treated me to dinner. This is my favorite mung bean cake; have a taste."
Lin Yue looked at the plastic bag he handed her, then paused, "How did you know I'd be passing by here?"
Song Huan scratched his head. "I don't know either, but I have a feeling you'll pass by here."
Lin Yue looked at him.
His clothes were half wet, and his hair was wet and stuck to his forehead.
Her face was a little red from the cold wind, but her eyes were bright.
"You waited all day?" Her expression was complicated, and it was hard to put it into words.
Song Huan nodded, looking simple-minded and a little silly.
Lin Yue took the plastic bag and touched the mung bean cake inside; it was still warm.
Her expression suddenly changed, turning cold.
"Do you think I'm easy to fool?"
Song Huan was stunned.
"The mung bean cake inside is still warm! You said you waited for me all day!" She threw the mung bean cake back and angrily turned to leave.
Song Huan hurriedly caught the plastic bag, hugged it to her arms, and chased after him.
"No, I'm not lying to you! This mung bean cake is brand new; the ones from this morning were all cold. Is it safe to eat...?"
Lin Yue stopped in her tracks.
She turned around and looked at him incredulously.
"Yes, this young man arrived very early this morning."
The proprietress of the nearby convenience store sat at the entrance, watching this side.
"I made several trips back and forth, skipping lunch and just eating cold mung bean cakes, saying I'd save the hot ones for you."
Song Huan scratched her head awkwardly, her face flushed, unsure of what to say.
Lin Yue looked at him, at his simple-minded and silly appearance.
The rain was still falling, pattering against the eaves.
She suddenly smiled.
The laugh was brief, as if it had never happened.
She reached out and flicked him on the head.
"What an idiot."