heng, with her grades, she would definitely enter one of the best schools—the No. 27 High School—which fit her life trajectory perfectly.And now, he was also following this trajectory and continuing t...Chapter 62: The Rainbow Returns

After getting off the bus at Tang Wu's predetermined stop, the people inside the bus looked out of the windows from behind, staring at their figures for a long time.

In this society, it has become increasingly rare to pay attention to two strangers like this.

She got off at the Nan Road intersection station and pointed with her hand that had translucent white nails towards a small high-rise villa with red ceramic tiles, saying, "That's where my home is."

The house of the high-rise was hidden among green plants. One could see the verdant paulownia trees nearby; it was an urban park and beside it flowed a clear stream through a lawn dotted with benches. Across this stream stood Tang Wu’s residential area, featuring split-level buildings where one could see their family's backyard by the canal, framed in black glass.

Seeing Su Cen staring blankly ahead, Tang Wu reached out and pulled on his little finger, thinking that he must be feeling empty and lost because she was home now and they had reached the end of their journey. She herself felt something similar but suppressed her sense of loss and smiled at him, saying, "We'll meet again."

"Are you sure your house is here" Su Cen asked after a while.

"Yeah, what's wrong" Tang Wu was puzzled; to her, the indifferent Su Cen had never shown such a vacant expression before, which seemed out of character for him.

Su Cen pointed sideways towards a street intersection with traffic lights and pedestrian crossings. There were trees lining the road, and further down, high-rise buildings and shopping malls lined both sides of the road. Even further away was a bus stop featuring an advertisement for Shushan Stationery.

During his half-term since transferring schools, he would stand there every morning holding an oil stick in one hand and drinking soy milk with the other or peeling eggs brought from home while munching on steamed buns as he waited by the street corner for the bus that took him to school.

From this spot extended several hundred meters, passing through some streets and commercial areas. There was another route that would also take him to No. 27 Middle School.

This is where Tang Wu stood every morning or got off after school with a “jya” sound as the door opened for her departure. On the other side of this street, Su Cen might be walking out at the same time, separated by a distance that was both far and yet close, day after day.

"Do you see those apartment buildings over there That's where we live."

“Ah!” Tang Wu finally couldn't help but cover her mouth in surprise. Her eyes didn’t show amazement but rather incredulity and disbelief.

This was another kind of "turning left or turning right," so life often comes with dramatic twists, leading many people to miss those who have passed through their lives as they wander into unfamiliar corners and long for the moment when they might meet again at a certain intersection, stepping in unison without a word.

But people often remind themselves to be more realistic. Perhaps the person around the corner won't be the one they hope for, but an old lady sweeping the floor instead. The world is vast, and such coincidences are rare.

Even Su Cen didn’t realize that he had come to this city at a speed of nine hundred kilometers per hour, and even more surprisingly, he was now so close to Tang Wu.

When he stood in his new home by the window looking towards where the lights were shining, feeling lost as to which part of the city the girl he was searching for had gone to, Tang Wu happened to be sitting quietly at one such brightly lit window doing her homework or occasionally leaning on her hand thinking about someone unforgettable and some past memories.

Perhaps somewhere in the middle of their distance, there’s a video store under a paulownia tree playing Leon’s popular song "The City Without You" from this era.

"Thanks God," Tang Wu was amused by Su Cen's words accompanied by him stretching out his arms.

Su Cen exhaled in relief, saying, "If our story were a novel, I would thank the author."

Tang Wu thought for a moment and said, "I would fall in love with him too."

"There are always invisible forces helping us in this world; Japanese manga often melodramatically calls it 'bonds.' Of course, if I hadn’t jumped onto your car back then and circled around to get back here, we might have been like that—both within the same neighborhood but completely unaware of where the other was in the city, walking every day in opposite directions until graduation in senior year."

Before Su Cen could finish his words, Tang Wu gently embraced him, her heart filled with inexplicable warmth and strength. This force seemed to transcend time as she sensed it from Su Cen, "So you’ve always been a mystery. Since coming to this city and appearing before me, I believe that you will create even more miracles."

As Tang Wu said these words, an image of her mother came to mind—the proud, decisive, absolutely rational and cold-hearted woman. Would Su Cen now be enough to make her take a second look

In a quiet corner under the municipal park wall, Tang Wu’s shoulders leaned against the peeling walls; her long legs and tucked-in waist line, as well as her eyes momentarily avoiding contact while she pressed herself against the wall in this vulnerable posture, all made for an astonishingly beautiful scene.

Su Cen was just a few centimeters away from her. There might even be only one centimeter between them. The distance that forced Tang Wu to press against the wall gave her a slight sense of humiliation but also a great arousal and embarrassment.

How should she react now Should she get angry or remain indifferent But clearly, she couldn’t do either.

Therefore, she let Su Cen’s face become more prominent before her eyes.

Su Cen hadn't puffed out his cheeks; there was no convex lens to magnify his face. His face appeared larger simply because he was getting closer and closer until the atmosphere heated up so much that Tang Wu could smell the soft, warm scent of her breath—more charming than flowers, invigorating and intoxicating.

Tang Wu slightly turned her body and face, and this defensive movement caused Su Can's lips to press against her delicate and cool cheek.

A jade-like chill; thus named Yinglang.

Beneath the dense canopy of golden ginkgo leaves that overflowed through the圍牆, a woman pressed herself against the wall with her body drawn inward, arms crossed in front of her chest as if defending a line. Her fists were clenched so tightly that blue veins protruded, and her body displayed an alluring curve. Her face flushed red, and her long eyelashes fluttered closed. The man braced himself on either side of the wall, his face intimately touching hers.

Realizing he hadn't found his target accurately, he shifted his strategy and moved parallelly towards her tender and pliable skin.

The embarrassment in Tang Wu's heart finally surged over the dam. She turned her head again to avoid it, gently pushing Su Can away, and said with a pout, "Are you a puppy It tickles."

At this moment, an old man riding a bicycle rang his bell on this long-deserted path in the park, causing Su Can to finally give up on this act tantamount to being a rogue.

Tang Wu, still feeling the sensation of his face against hers, couldn't help but punch him twice but dared not look at him.

At the entrance of Tang Wu's neighborhood complex, she said, "I'm leaving," and then fled back into the small lane covered with lush trees, her steps light as if walking on clouds.

The moon was bright then, illuminating her departure like a cloud returning to its home.

When her figure disappeared into the shadows, Su Can's happy heart filled with some lingering reluctance. He thought he acted just like an infatuated youth and felt a sense of loss. But Su Can knew it was these damned hormones that easily infected him and made him unable to stop.

Ceng Ke couldn't understand why after eating, the boy named Su Can unilaterally moved a sofa next to a floor-to-ceiling window, placed a coffee table with a lamp on top of it, setting up an almost permanent camp.

This design of floor-to-ceiling windows was something that Su Can had insisted upon during renovation, claiming it as the latest trend. Indeed, it provided the best view of the outside scenery, but Ceng Ke always worried about mice or ants sneaking in. Used to walls surrounding her living space, this sudden transparent lifestyle made her feel her privacy might be violated at any moment.

Su Can lay lazily on the sofa, his gaze fixed on the窗外燈火輝煌的夜景，彷彿銀河灑滿了人間。

Then, as Ceng Ke and Su Li Cheng watched TV and peeled an apple, they heard Su Can muttering to himself.

"A telescope... if I had a telescope, it would be perfect. Miscalculated."

Tang Wu sat in her room with a few books in front of her. The light from the lamp was soft, and it could be seen through the window that other apartments were also lit up on this night.

Tang Wu lightly rested her chin on her hand as she gazed into the distance, lost in thought about the apartment visible under the night sky. The cityscape outside colored her brown-black pupils with a kaleidoscope of lights. Then she smiled gently, an expression that betrayed her infatuation. Her heart still fluttered from today's events.

There came two knocks on the door before it opened, and Mu Xuan walked in holding a plate of freshly washed red strawberries. At this moment, Tang Wu returned to her usual indifferent state.

In that instant, she resembled both herself and her mother—two cold and aloof Tang Wus. However, clearly, Mu Xuan had more profound experience with such interactions.

Mu Xuan placed the plate of strawberries on the table and smiled, saying, "Recently, your principal has spoken highly of you at school. He’s putting a lot of hope for that senior year plan on you."

Tang Wu merely responded with an "Hmm."

"I met Yang Cheng's mother in her company a few days ago and had a cup of tea with her. As you know, the topics she wants to discuss are those issues. My point is that you don’t need to feel responsible or burdened about it; just ignore external trivialities. Your excellence among these boys at this stage cannot be denied."

Tang Wu didn't speak. Mu Xuan’s face was pale and serene, with the exception of a few wrinkles at her eye corners that did nothing to diminish her reputation as a beautiful young woman.

"Apart from Yang Cheng's mother, I’ve also discussed you with quite a few uncles and aunties who are your parents' peers. From what I see, many of their children have distinct potential."

Seeing that Tang Wu remained silent, Mu Xuan smiled seductively, "Of course, these things aren't certain yet. For now, just be yourself. As for the future roles you might play—whether as a good wife or mother—I believe you will recognize and adjust accordingly to what’s best at every stage of your life. This is something I’ve never worried about for you, nor have you ever disappointed me, right"

"What if," Tang Wu looked up, "one day I do make Mom disappointed"

"You still can't let go!" Mu Xuan stood up, her face as calm as a lake. "But there's something called time that will help you sort out all your worries and the restlessness that doesn’t belong to this age."

As she was about to leave the room, Mu Xuan said coldly, "You’ve been restless for too long; it’s time to calm down."

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