My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 81: Do you have thoughts about your brother?

Chapter 81: Chapter 81: Do you have thoughts about your brother?

Fu Ying got off the stage, walked over to Lin Lishan and the others, and sat down to watch the program.

Du Yong stared at her, eyes wide, "Incredible, boss, you’re absolutely incredible, hey, who’d have thought you could do this?"

Li Hanyi: "We thought you’d do an acrobatic performance, or maybe some magic tricks, or a comedic stand-up, but this was so high-quality, you’ve moved up a class."

Lin Lishan: "Wen Tian said, never underestimate anyone."

Wen Tian shifted his gaze away from a physics problem and looked at her without saying a word.

Fu Ying was freezing, wrapped herself in her coat, and explained: "I learned the lute during the summer."

Lin Lishan stared at her clothes for a moment: "Your outfit looks really nice, and it looked beautiful on stage too."

Fu Ying didn’t respond and turned away to look for that familiar figure.

After he left the school’s New Year’s Eve event, he hadn’t returned.

"Looking for what?" Wen Tian asked.

Fu Ying shook her head, smiling, "My little brother, he was just here, I don’t know where he ran off to."

The school’s New Year’s Eve event ended at nine o’clock.

The crowd at the school had slowly dispersed, and Fu Ying hadn’t seen her little brother, not knowing where he’d gone.

As she and Lin Lishan were leaving the school, they saw a figure sitting under a streetlight across the road.

A man sat on the curb-side bench, head tilted back, a cigarette in his mouth, looking rather dejected.

So, he had been sitting here all this time during the event.

He seemed troubled.

Thinking about something.

Really wanted to know.

"Fu Ying, you’re going to be famous now, the next school beauty might be you," Lin Lishan was still marveling and pulled her to look, "Hmm... traditional clothing really suits you."

"Where did you buy these clothes? Online? Give me a link?"

Lin Lishan chattered on, but Fu Ying’s mind was on Shen Liguang, giving only a perfunctory "Oh."

Lin Lishan frowned, "Oh what, I’m asking you for the link."

"Ah." Fu Ying laughed, "Can’t be bought."

"Custom-made?"

Fu Ying didn’t know how to explain, so she just nodded: "Yeah, my dad had it custom-made for me."

"No wonder it’s so pretty, but it suits you."

"It’s alright."

After a brief chat with Lin Lishan, Sheng Chen arrived.

The two of them went to school together, left school together, they were very clingy.

After Lin Lishan left with Sheng Chen, Fu Ying looked towards the person across the street.

His figure seemed lonely, engulfing in the smoke, troubled.

Fu Ying looked both ways, saw no cars on the road, and then crossed over.

Just as she sat down next to Shen Liguang, he turned his head to look at her.

"Where’s your brother?"

Fu Ying shook her head, "Don’t know where he went."

"Leaving you alone here in the middle of the night, he is really unreliable."

His tone sounded a bit accusing.

Maybe, it was an illusion.

Fu Ying blinked, quickly glanced at him.

Then, she got caught.

Shen Liguang, with a cigarette in his mouth, laughed roguishly: "If you want to look, just look, what’s the point of peeking?"

Fu Ying’s face turned bright red, a bit nervous: "I, I wasn’t peeking."

"You’re blushing, but you weren’t peeking."

Fu Ying clutched her clothes, her defense unconvincing: "I, I really wasn’t..."

"Got feelings for your brother?"

Fu Ying’s heart skipped a beat, hurriedly shaking her head: "No, not at all."

Shen Liguang tilted his head, looking at her with a deep gaze, then, he scoffed.

"Just teasing you, what are you panicking about?"

Fu Ying didn’t know whether to feel relieved or something else, but it hurt a little.

So, he was just teasing her.

Too bad, she didn’t even have the courage to joke with him.

The atmosphere slowly grew more silent, Fu Ying watched as he lit another cigarette.

After smoking half a cigarette, she finally asked, "What’s wrong with Brother?"

"Thinking about something."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Thinking about a letter."

Fu Ying’s body stiffened, her fingers tightly gripping the down jacket, weakly muttered, "Oh."

Shen Liguang smiled.

Fu Ying then asked, "What kind of letter is it?"

"It seems, it should be considered a love letter."

Fu Ying took a deep breath, muttering to herself, "A love letter, what did Brother feel after reading it?"

"Very conflicted, very tangled, very agonizing."

The man chuckled softly, offering only those nine words.

Fu Ying pondered in her heart, remaining silent.

Perhaps, that love letter troubled him?

Afterward, there was silence between the two.

He didn’t speak, only the sound of rustling smoking could be heard.

Fu Ying, with her head lowered, thought, it’s quite nice to sit together quietly like this.

As long as he is here, it’s good.

Unfortunately, the day will dawn, people will leave.

When will things be rightful.

Shen Liguang heard the girl beside him deeply sigh.

"What’s wrong?" he asked with a smile.

Fu Ying looked up at him.

Under the warm glow of the street lamp, her eyes were bright, as if there were stars in them.

Shen Liguang, with a cigarette in his mouth, indifferently shifted his gaze toward the middle of the road.

The young girl’s voice was soft and mellow, "It’s nothing."

Shen Liguang pinched the cigarette in his hand and suddenly spoke, "You were humble just now."

"Ah?"

His sudden remark caught Fu Ying off guard.

Shen Liguang looked at her smilingly, his tone teasing, "You have a slight understanding of the four arts."

"Oh, indeed, I have a slight understanding, I know other things too." Fu Ying didn’t dare say she could dance, "Next time, I’ll dance for you."

Beside her, the man extinguished his cigarette and stood up, "I’ll take you home."

Fu Ying nodded, "Mhm."

On the way home, it started snowing again, the city’s second snowfall this winter.

Right after Fu Ying got out of the car, she bumped into Wen Tian’s mother bringing her father home.

Father and daughter exchanged an awkward glance, both guiltily shifting their gaze.

"Cough cough, was that Brother Li Guang who drove you back?"

Fu Ying nodded, "Mhm."

"Just now, that was your Aunt Wen Qing." Fu Mingchuan, worrying his daughter might overthink, cleared his throat and explained, "Well, my car broke down on the road, and I just happened to bump into your Aunt Wen Qing, so she gave me a ride for a bit."

"Oh."

Fu Mingchuan was startled, his daughter’s reaction was indifferent, and he was slightly surprised.

"You don’t mind dad getting close with which aunt?"

Fu Ying wrapped her coat tighter and shook her head, "I don’t mind, I wouldn’t mind even if you find me a stepmom, actually, dad, I have something to do, I’ll go upstairs first."

Watching his daughter hurriedly run upstairs, Fu Mingchuan felt a bit troubled.

Now, his daughter and Li Guang were getting closer, he didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing.

What does a child not yet seventeen know?

The night was very quiet, one could hear the sound of snowflakes falling.

Fu Ying lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, blinking, unable to sleep.

She recalled those nine words he had said.

Very conflicted, very tangled, very agonizing.

Fu Ying tried hard to extract some meaning from those nine words, but after a long time, clueless.

Beside her, Qibao nudged her, emitting a comfortable purring sound.

Fu Ying sighed and closed her eyes.

That night, Shen Liguang hesitated for a long time and rarely posted in his circle of friends: Goodnight.

Then he received a call from Fu Mingchuan.

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