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Those Sweet Times
Chapter 68 Part 2
Lin Chuyan didn't bother explaining too much, but began eating lunch with Chen Yinghu. Chen Yinghu didn't have much of an appet.i.te and Lin Chuyan didn't order too much food so they wouldn't let any food go waste. He only ordered a bowl of millet porridge for Chen Yinghu, but ordered a delux lunch box with chicken wings, prawns, and fish ball soup for himself.
Chen Yinghu lost his appet.i.te right after a few bites.
Lin Chuyan said to him: “I suggest you eat some more. If she comes back someday and sees that you've turned into a skeleton, she'll probably actually dump you.”
“Will she come back again……”
“It's possible.”
Chen Yinghu looked at him silently.
Lin Chuyan said: “For most people, their first reaction when something like this happens to them is to think they've been scammed. But, in reality, if we think about it from a strict logical point of view, there are many other possibilities.”
“Oh?”
“Maybe she's encountered some hards.h.i.+ps that are out of her control. For example, she couldn't face you because she doesn't have the money to pay you back, or she's come down with a terminal disease and doesn't want to be a burden to you, or she found out that she's actually your long lost sister, or maybe she had a car accident and lost her memory…...You have to give her time to recover her memory.”
“You think this is a TV drama……”
“Why do you think the TV dramas have those plots? It's because they've all happened in real life.”
Chen Yinghu didn't know what to think. He lowered his head to think for a while then said: “I'll pay you back the money I owe you.”
Lin Chuyan was picking out the bones in a chicken wing with his chopsticks. He replied when he heard Chen Yinghu: “No hurry.”
Chen Yinghu spoke again: “Chuyan, thanks.”
“You're welcome, but tonight, you'll sleep on the floor again.”
“......d.a.m.n!”
Chen Yinghu had rented a one bedroom apartment so he didn't have to listen to his parents' nagging. Lin Chuyan stayed in his apartment to save money, but he didn't like sharing a bed with other people. The first night, Chen Yinghu slept on the couch, but the couch was too small and he almost strained his back. For the next night, he had no choice but to sleep on the floor.
They had agreed that they would take turns sleeping on the floor. Now it was Lin Chuyan's turn and he suddenly refused to uphold their agreement.
Chen Yinghu looked at Lin Chuyan pitifully: “Chuyan, the floor is cold.”
“That's true.” Lin Chuyan softened: “How about-- --
“En?”
“I'll buy you a damp-proof pad.”
“......Thank you for making such a big concession.”
Lin Chuyan ordered a damp-proof pad online, then said to Chen Yinghu: “I bought this pad for you, so you have to use it everyday.”
“Is this how you treat a guy who just got dumped? Are you still human……”
“At least, you had a girlfriend before. I don't even have one. Who's more pitiful?”
Chen Yinghu opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. It was very difficult to say who was more pitiful.
-- --
After lunch, Lin Chuyan opened the packages. One of the boxes had cherry wood with beautiful grains inside and the other one was full of tools.
Chen Yinghu squatted next to Lin Chuyan, watching him as he began to measure, saw, and plane the wood.
Lin Chuyan seemed very skilled at handling the wood.
Chen Yinghu couldn't believe his eyes and said: “So your father's a carpenter?”
Lin Chuyan was planing the wood and answered without lifting his head up: “No.”
“Then who did you learn all this from?”
“I self-taught myself.”
“What exactly are you trying to do?”
“Build a house.”
“What house?”
Lin Chuyan took out his cell phone and showed a sketch to Chen Yinghu.