My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 71 All Saved

Chapter 71: Chapter 71 All Saved

At the end of the summer vacation, Fu Mingchuan took her to the small town, to her grandmother’s house.

Grandma liked Yingying a lot, so much that she cupped her cheeks and kissed her on both sides of her face, telling her stories every day.

Fu Ying really enjoyed listening to the stories of the older generation. As soon as Grandma began, she would pick vegetables while listening intently.

Grandma began to tell the story of her and Grandpa.

Fu Ying listened carefully.

"Your grandpa and I, I was the one who chased after him. He was seven years older than me; he had already started working when I was still in school."

"I fell in love with him at first sight and asked if he wanted to be in a relationship. Guess what your grandpa said?"

Fu Ying shook her head.

Grandma laughed, her laugh sweet, and her eyes and brows had the playfulness of a young girl: "He said, don’t mind that I’m old; I’m old, but I know how to cherish someone. It was because of this sentence that I followed your grandpa for a lifetime."

Fu Ying was touched in her heart, and she laughed along with Grandma. Afterwards, she brought this story back to Jiazhou City.

Thinking of her grandparents’ love, she thought of herself and Shen Liguang.

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At the end of August, the second year of high school started.

Fu Ying was placed in class (5) of the Liberal Arts, with Tan Ruonian still as the homeroom teacher, and Lin Lishan still sitting at the same desk with her.

Most of the people in the classroom were completely new faces.

On the day of class assignment, a few girls were hugging their schoolbags, crying heartbreakingly on their seats.

A few boys thought it was not that serious; it’s not as if it was a life or death separation.

Tan Ruonian was helpless about this situation. Having taught several classes before, he had seen it all—every year, there were students crying over seat rearrangements or class assignments.

Fu Ying tilted her head to look outside the window, the sky so blue, a few white clouds drifting by.

Fu Ying thought that September was coming up soon, and it was getting a little closer to the New Year again.

Lin Lishan saw her spacing out and tapped her: "Hey, Fu Ying, why are you daydreaming again?"

Fu Ying came back to reality, sat up straight, and rubbed her nose: "Nothing much, just thinking about a major life event."

Lin Lishan was confused: "What major event?"

Fu Ying winked at her with a smile: "Secret."

Lin Lishan pouted.

Suddenly she thought of something and asked: "Is it about the big event related to the secluded path near the small pond?"

Lin Lishan asked casually, but Fu Ying panicked.

She calmly avoided Lin Lishan’s gaze: "I really don’t fancy that."

Lin Lishan raised her eyebrows, a mischievous smile on her face: "Don’t be shy, it’s okay to fancy that." Then she whispered in her ear, "Want me to give it to you?"

Fu Ying: "..."

During the summer vacation, it didn’t feel like it, but in just over a month, it seemed to have blinked by, and she still hadn’t had enough fun.

A forty-minute class felt unbearably slow.

The lingering summer heat made people drowsy, and Fu Ying found herself nodding off in class.

Tan Ruonian cleared his throat on the podium: "Some students, don’t slouch."

Fu Ying always felt that Tan Ruonian had a mysterious summoning power over her. Hearing his words, she immediately perked up.

Lin Lishan whispered: "Tan Ruonian is targeting you."

Right after Lin Lishan spoke, Tan Ruonian tapped the blackboard with a ruler: "Who wants to answer this question? Lin Lishan, you come up."

Lin Lishan stood up, on the verge of tears.

Fu Ying chuckled to herself.

Daring to space out during Tan Ruonian’s class, what a warrior.

After class assignments, Li Hanyi and Du Yong went to the Science class, and they couldn’t help but run to the Liberal Arts class 5 building as soon as the class ended, the reason being that the class beauty from class 4 had been moved to class 5.

The class beauty was lying down crying, and Li Hanyi was comforting her, coddling her.

Just like a little princess.

Lin Lishan couldn’t help but roll her eyes: "It’s just a class assignment, it’s not a life or death separation."

Li Hanyi frowned: "Stop being jealous, will you?"

"I am not jealous, I think it’s being melodramatic."

The semester had just begun, and evening self-study sessions were not yet formally in place.

At dismissal, the sunset dyed half of the sky red.

Fu Ying wanted to take advantage of the tail end of August to see that person.

Thinking thus, she acted on it.

She and Lin Lishan boarded the number 7 bus, the two girls sitting side by side.

Lin Lishan was craning her neck to look out the bus window, seeing that the boys at the university gates were more handsome than the other, and she sighed: "Wish I could have a crush."

Fu Ying nodded lightly.

"It’s a pity there isn’t even a boy that sparks interest."

Fu Ying thought for a moment and asked her, "If there were a man you had feelings for, and he was much older than you, would you care about the age difference?"

"Is it about you?"

Fu Ying quickly shook her head: "Not me, a friend, met in a summer remedial class, about the same age as us, she fell for a guy nine years older."

"I see." Lin Lishan thought for a moment, "Actually, nine years isn’t that much. Girls mature earlier than boys, otherwise why would the legal age for marriage be 20 for women and 22 for men?"

"Is that the reasoning?"

Lin Lishan laughed: "Just my guess."

Fu Ying pondered, naively thinking.

If that was really the case, then was she two years more mature than him? In that case, was she the equivalent of eighteen years old?

She then felt that this idea was so silly, so naive.

Can’t I be a bit smarter?

Fu Ying sighed and looked out the window.

She searched the street corners, but her anticipation was in vain, she did not bump into him.

Actually, she hadn’t held much hope.

Such coincidences are rare.

When she got home, Fu Yan was sprawled on the sofa listening to Fu Mingchuan’s lecture.

She didn’t know what he’d done to anger Fu Mingchuan this time.

"Father." Fu Ying called out.

When Fu Mingchuan saw his beloved daughter return, he immediately put on a smiling face: "Yingying, you’re back, how do you feel about starting your second year of high school today?"

"Not bad." Fu Ying stole a glance at Fu Yan, afraid that he was angry.

Father is too biased.

Fu Ying felt that Fu Mingchuan cared about her a little more.

"That’s fine, go upstairs and put down your schoolbag. I’ll have Nanny Wu prepare something delicious for you."

Fu Ying nodded and went upstairs to her room.

Not long after sitting down, her room door was knocked.

Fu Yan was leaning on the doorframe, handing her the box containing the jade hairpin.

Fu Ying was surprised: "Is it repaired?"

Fu Yan was smug: "Of course, my connections aren’t bad. I found you a master craftsman."

Fu Ying couldn’t wait to open the box and took out the jade hairpin to look at it from all angles; there was no trace of the repair.

Fu Ying was so pleased she gave Fu Yan a bear hug: "Little brother, you’re the best, I’ll give you my allowance for tomorrow."

Fu Yan raised his eyebrows, full of pride: "Hm, that’s sensible."

Fu Ying carefully placed the jade hairpin back into the box and locked it in the drawer.

Her gaze drifted to the diary filled with secrets about her unrequited love and Fu Ying wondered, what was he doing at this time?

He must be out doing heroics.

...

Shen Liguang was lying on the dormitory bed staring at the hair clip.

Deep in thought.

At first he liked it so much, and suddenly he didn’t want it anymore.

Are the whims of a young girl’s heart so changeable?

Shen Liguang was momentarily lost in thought.

At that moment, a piercing alarm sounded outside. He quickly came to his senses, put away the hair clip, donned his gear, hopped into the fire engine, and rushed toward the neighborhood where the fire had broken out.

Dense smoke billowed from the residential building; several firefighters immediately jumped off the truck, connected the hoses, and began spraying water towards the heart of the fire.

Cries for help echoed from the building; the hot air making children cry heart-wrenchingly.

Shen Liguang checked his equipment and, without hesitation, led his team into the blaze.

The fire was in a home of three, the husband was not around, leaving the wife to care for the child alone.

Shen Liguang and his team broke through the door and found a little girl crying on top of her mother in the living room.

Shen Liguang approached, ready to pick her up, but she asked, "Can you save my mother first?"

Faced with the girl’s question, Shen Liguang had only two words: "Both saved."

Meanwhile, the ambulance had also arrived.

Mother and daughter were sent to the hospital.

After several hours of rescue, the fire was extinguished.

Exhausted, a few men sat on the curb, pressing cold drinks to their faces.

One of the slightly older men wiped the ash from his face and said, "Do you know how I felt when that girl said to save my mother first?"

"When I heard Liguang say ’both saved,’ what was my feeling?" The man shook his head, wiped his face again and admitted, "I can’t quite describe it, but it was a mixture of distress and relief. Maybe I’m getting old and sentimental."

Shen Liguang didn’t say anything, just patted his shoulder: "Alright, Brother Zhou, don’t be upset."