CEFYMA: Chapter 99

The sound of the wind whistling outside the window could be heard in the small and warm low house.

Song Weiping stood up with his hands on his knees. He looked at You Mian’s red, tearful eyes and suddenly felt that he had the same feelings as this young man for a moment.

“Have you found what you wanted?” Song Weiping asked in a weathered voice.

Pei Huaiji stood silently beside You Mian, silently holding You Mian’s right hand that hung by his side.

The warmth that the dry palm unreservedly conveyed to You Mian the support of another person.

You Mian blinked and held back his tears, but his eyes were still a bit red.

You Mian smiled. “I found it.”

He found the names of his biological parents and learned a bit about their past. He also unexpectedly discovered that he was touched, influenced, and inspired by them, as if by fate.

You Mian wasn’t disappointed. Instead, he cried happily.

You Daijun and Wagner had become the solid soil on which he would take root in this root. It wasn’t nothingness. He had a past and a future.

His birth was anticipated. He wasn’t abandoned.

It was just that fate played a little joke on him and caused him to go off track for a while.

You Mian calmly put the diary back on the table with a smile. He looked at Song Weiping and said, “I have no regrets as long as I know they existed and came to this world.”

Song Weiping’s eyes trembled suddenly when he heard this sentence.

Song Weiping slowly walked to the table, picked up the diary with his wrinkled old hands, and smoothed the cover.

The words ‘Song Zheng’ were sharp and high-spirited.

“That fire…” Song Weiping started to speak but couldn’t continue.

The father, who had lost his child in his prime, seemed to age visibly at this moment.

“I blamed him.”

Song Weiping held the diary close to his chest and looked at You Mian before raising his head slightly to look at Pei Huaiji.

“He only cared about the children in the welfare home, not me, his aging father.” Song Weiping’s lips trembled slightly. He held his diary tightly and said, “He didn’t even leave me a word.”

Song Weiping had worked at the cemetery for over ten years, sweeping every day.

The cemetery was swept clean by him but the dust in his own heart couldn’t be swept away.

This was until he saw You Mian’s relieved smile.

“Song Zheng died vigorously.” Song Weiping choked up and held his forehead, unable to speak for a while.

Hot tears fell down his old cheeks. “Your parents too.”

You Mian held Pei Huaiji’s hand tightly, his heart still pounding from the excitement just now.

“No matter what they were thinking before they died—”

“We are still alive,” Song Weiping said while taking a deep breath. “We miss the life of the dead, but they have been to this world once. They have seen the mountains and sea.”

Song Zheng traveled to various high mountains. The parents of You Mian recorded in his diary must’ve done the same.

‘They didn’t come in vain,” Song Weiping said these words in a sonorous and powerful voice. Then he smiled calmly.

This type of expression didn’t often appear on his dark, wrinkled face so he wasn’t skilled at it.

But Song Weiping’s eyes gradually became clearer. It was as if a heavy burden had been put down.

Song Weiping stroked the words ‘Song Zheng’ with his fingers. He sighed softly in the cold wind outside the house and explained, “This child left so suddenly. I couldn’t accept it at the time. This diary was wrapped in his belongings. The people at the police station gave it to me, but I never opened it.”

The cold hostility that Song Weiping had always shown was soaked and softened by the hot tears.

“It wasn’t until I looked through it that I discovered there was a baby entrusted to Song Zheng.”

Song Weiping looked at You Mian. “But by then, you had already been adopted by a wealthy family.”

“I was just a lonely old man. Rather than letting you grow up in this cemetery with me, I would rather you live a life of fine clothes and fine food.” Song Weiping turned away. “I’ve never told anyone these things. Miao Li doesn’t know either.”

Out of kindness, Song Weiping made the same choice as Miao Li.

He didn’t disturb this child who had been adopted by a wealthy family. If You Mian hadn’t taken the initiative to find him through Miao Li, Song Weiping would’ve planned to be buried with this diary.

It was because in Song Weiping’s opinion, You Mian had already lived a good life. Some things were happier not knowing.

Now that You Mian had taken the initiative to come and look for his relatives, it proved that the facts Song Weiping believed in might be wrong.

“You now…”

Unlike Miao Li, who often went to the Anxin Welfare Home, Song Weiping hunkered down in the cemetery and rarely had contact with people. He couldn’t keep up with many changes in the outside world.

He stumbled and asked, “Your current family…”

You Mian smiled calmly. “They aren’t my family.”

The moment this sentence appeared, Song Weiping understood instantly without the need for You Mian to say anything else.

The old man’s face showed an extremely complicated expression, but he carefully examined You Mian’s condition again.

The young man was full of business and had a bright smile. Even if his eyes were red, his firmness was obvious.

Song Weiping wasn’t good at words, so he raised his hand and patted You Mian heavily on the shoulder.

This shoulder pat was full of an elder’s expectations and comfort. There was no need to say anything.

Before leaving, Song Weiping sent them to the entrance of the cemetery. The neatly trimmed lawn was blown by the cold winter wind. The skyline in the distance turned white. On the gravestone under the dead tree, Song Zheng smiled handsomely.

Song Weiping didn’t say goodbye or even speak. He waved toward You Mian with a calm look.

The scenery outside the car window was the white plains and the steel buildings.

In just one day, You Mian experienced more mood swings than in the past few months.

The young man’s eyes were a bit tired, but in a strange and paradoxical way, he also looked energetic.

The rear seat panel was raised. Pei Huaiji’s deep, magnetic voice rang out as he asked, “Are you happy?”

You Mian turned sideways to look at him and nodded with a smile.

The corners of Pei Huaiji’s mouth hooked up in a not-so-obvious smile. His posture was restrained and calm.

“Home?” Pei Huaiji asked.

You Mian didn’t answer, but Pei Huaiji read the other party’s eyes.

The Maybach stopped in front of the sculpture warehouse at night. You Mian picked up the remote control, opened the door, and went in as skillfully as usual.

The cold air was completely blocked outside the warehouse door. Pei Huaiji watched You Mian turn on the ceiling chandelier. Inside the spacious and huge warehouse stood a giant plastic platform that was seven meters high and a cross iron frame.

The bright lights shone above the two of them. You Mian took off his heavy coat. His tired eyes showed a lazy and comfortable look in the warm air-conditioned temperature.

Pei Huaiji walked to the wide, long table full of draft papers and stood still. He smiled solemnly and said, “I don’t recommend drinking alcohol after severe mood swings.”

The young man took off his coat and revealed a loose, light blue long-sleeve shirt. The cold white skin of his wrists attracted attention in the light.

Once You Mian heard Pei Huaiji’s words, he turned around and smiled helplessly. “I didn’t expect that in Chairman Pei’s mind, I was actually an alcoholic?”

Pei Huaiji narrowed his handsome, dark eyes upon hearing this. The corners of his lips curved up as if amused. “No.”

You Mian knew that Pei Huaiji didn’t mean it this way, but he wanted to tease him.

The introverted and quiet man wasn’t good at defending himself. Even if You Mian deliberately teased him, he just said ‘no’ lightly.

You Mian raised an eyebrow cheerfully. Then he heard Pei Huaiji ask again from not far behind him, “Don’t you need to rest?”

Pei Huaiji could see that You Mian had already lifted the plastic cover of the plaster bucket and looked like he was going to continue his creation.

You Mian put on disposable gloves and said, “Sculpting is how I rest.”

Pei Huaiji stared at You Mian’s back without missing a beat. He watched the young man climb onto the elevated platform, raise his hands to spread the mud, and shape a body.

You Mian was applying the mud while recalling everything that happened in the past two days.

He turned his back to Pei Huaiji and whispered, “Pei Huaiji, thank you.”

Pei Huaiji’s voice came from behind him as the man asked, “What are you thanking me for?”

You Mian bent down to dig the mud and swiped it skillfully.

His voice was very soft, but due to the echo in the spacious warehouse, it was loud enough for both people to hear it clearly.

Under the bright light, You Mian slightly leaned sideways and lowered his eyes. He looked at Pei Huaiji from above with crooked eyes.

His amber eyes sparkled.

“Thank you for staying with me these two days,” You Mian said with a smile.

Pei Huaiji was a person with extremely stable emotions. He was rational and calm. He never made mistakes in his judgment on anything. He always chose the best answer and was always reliable.

Such a calm mood firmly supported You Mian, supporting him through the ups and downs of his emotions in the past two days.

But You Mian found that Pei Huaiji had always been the supporter and the one being relied on in the relationship between the two of them.

Being asked for something without getting anything in return was the beginning of the collapse of a relationship.

You Mian hadn’t accurately positioned the relationship between them yet. Therefore, he definitely didn’t want to just follow the direction of one person giving and the other person accepting.

But when You Mian said this, Pei Huaiji solemnly replied, “Then I should thank you too.”

You Mian was stunned. He kept his turning motion and paused for a long time. His eyes stared straight down at Pei Huaiji from above. “Thank me for what?”

Pei Huaiji sat behind the table. The man had taken off his long black coat and pushed his shirt sleeves up to his forearm, revealing his strong muscles and broad and straight shoulders. He looked back at You Mian seriously and said, “Thank you for always letting me be the first viewer of your work.”

“Thank you also for accepting my sculpture studio.”

Pei Huaiji’s eyes were gentle. It didn’t seem like he was deliberately pleasing You Mian, but he really thought so.

“It is possible to see the whole process of carving by a talented sculptor so close up.” Pei Huaiji tapped his finger on the table.

The handsome man smiled softly and said in a low voice, “It is my pleasure.”

Time rewound backwards through Pei Huaiji’s eyes. You Mian seemed to have returned to the day when they recorded the first episode of the show.

Under the dim lights below Hong Sheng’s work building, Pei Huaiji’s tolerance and concessions to talented people were still vivid in his mind.

The business card that was sent out and regretted, the ‘idle’ JL sculpture room, the voices speaking to each other again and again, holding hands in the cold winter wind…

“I’m a bit curious,” You Mian smiled brightly.

Pei Huaiji looked up. “Curious about what?”

You Mian said, “I’m curious about the lines you wrote on the show’s card. I’m curious about what the confession sentence is.”

Pei Huaiji’s fingers on his knees trembled slightly, and his ears gradually turned red.

As they were spending a leisurely and ambiguous time alone, the official Weibo of the Matching Heartbeat show released a new blog post. The third episode of Matching Heartbeat was officially launched on major online platforms.

Fans and viewers rushed in instantly. The barrages appeared on the screen like a flood.

[Ahhh, where is the Heartbeat House this time? It is hard to tell from the trailer.]

[It seems to be the ice sculpture town.]

[Can we see Mianmian skiing? The sisters of the cultivating cotton super talk only posted a photo and didn’t reveal anything else. I am anxiously waiting!]

[Let’s eat! Director Hong, you’ve made me wait so long.]

[Looking forward to the episode of Brother Mian becoming a god!]