Chapter 773: Chapter 580: Arthur, the Children and I Are Waiting for You to Come Home

Casually picked a direction and set off.

Opened the umbrella, the sun was still blazing at past four, and as soon as she got out of the taxi, the hot, dry air rushed at her.

Xiao Meng walked on the bustling small town streets, walking, watching...

She hoped to see something in the crowd, even if just a pair of eyes and brows similar to his.

People are like this, it seems.

When the longing in one’s heart overflows, the imagination will grow.

No matter how much reality has struck this person, they still can’t help but hold fantasies about reality...

Around some corner of the small town, he would suddenly appear, open his arms to her and say, "I am waiting for you!"

Raising her head, a window in a hotel suddenly opens, and he extends his hand, beckoning her gently.

Or even on some ruined wall, his handwriting remains, a clue only she could understand...

Perhaps there is still some unknown corner in this small town where he hides, and she... will wander into it.

Whether it be the innocence of campus romance or the shock of a fantastical story, even the chill of a horror tale...

As long as he could give her a trace, to let her know he truly exists in this world, she is willing to embrace all the wild fantasies.

However...

There isn’t.

Five o’clock, six o’clock...

The summer daylight was fairly long, it only slowly darkened after seven.

So Su Xiaomeng wandered like this for more than two hours, like a solitary ghost.

And Rong Jing...

Just followed her for over two hours...

The usual nonchalance, the slightly flamboyant unseriousness, and the self-indulgent pride usually hanging at the corners of his wicked eyes were absent on Rong Jing’s face this time.

He put his hands in the comfortable pockets of his trousers, and his Parada short-sleeved T-shirt was quite loose.

Following about twenty meters behind Su Xiaomeng...

He saw her looking around, and he could see her suddenly standing still at some point, staring fixedly in some direction...

Rong Jing roughly guessed what she was doing.

Strolling and thinking of someone.

Rong Jing wasn’t entirely correct, but he guessed half of it.

Su Xiaomeng indeed was missing her husband, whose whereabouts are unknown.

But she wasn’t just strolling, she was searching, searching for the slender thread tied to her left chest and connected to her heart and soul.

The road was long, the alleys divided so many roads into one after another.

Following the path Su Xiaomeng walked... for the first time, he felt heartache because of the sadness someone else showed.

She is a passionate woman.

No one in this world doesn’t want to have a real relationship, even someone as indifferent as him.

In this bustling world, with countless temptations, Rong Jing didn’t believe there was such a passionate and brave woman because he himself was never a person who loved.

Rong Jing had never been particularly devoted to anything or anyone.

He only loved himself, only obsessed with himself.

He is like this, his family is like this too; when he was very young, his father taught him to love himself and not to easily give his true feelings to others. No one in this world is worth the high cost of treating kindly.

His father’s teachings shaped the current Rong Jing.

But watching Su Xiaomeng from a distance, watching... he could feel her attachment to another person.

Rong Jing pursed his lips, his usually roguish handsome face now unusually serious, as if pondering over something...

If Su Xiaomeng was thinking of him at this moment...?

Rong Jing’s lips slightly curled up, he found this thought quite pleasant. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Su Xiaomeng rested for a while on a stone bench beside the lake, in front of a calm lake surface.

In the evening, the town’s aunties gathered together, one leading with a small speaker.

Three or five in groups gathered and started dancing in the square.

Xiao Meng turned around and watched the middle-aged men and women, old couples in the square dance crowd...

They chatted about their dinners in Tianjin dialect.

Su Xiaomeng’s eyes were full of envy, such ordinary and simple happiness is the true happiness...

She secretly vowed in her heart, once Yin Shixiu returns home, she will definitely drag him to join in the square dance!

Let everyone laugh at her, she just wanted to be with him, like these old men and women, energetically dancing along to the not-so-graceful music.

Rong Jing stood behind a big tree, watching Su Xiaomeng sitting on the stone bench by the lake...

This woman, watching these old folks dancing, seemed to get in a better mood, even showing a slight smile on her face.

Rong Jing found this a bit puzzling.

Xiao Meng didn’t sit there for long; after a short while, she got up and walked along the lake into a bustling little street alley.

Rong Jing continued to follow...

Xiao Meng looked around and finally chose a coffee shop to sit in.

She ordered a cup of coffee and some snacks.

Su Xiaomeng sat at a single table by the window, while Rong Jing chose a discreet spot in a corner.

Xiao Meng ate and sent a WeChat message to her mom, telling her not to wait up as she’d be back late.

Having followed her all this way in the hot summer, Rong Jing was already hungry.

While he observed Su Xiaomeng, he didn’t forget to eat himself.

Eating takes about twenty minutes, and once Su Xiaomeng was done, she didn’t linger and left the café.

Rong Jing didn’t expect Su Xiaomeng to move so quickly, hurriedly stuffed the burger and steak into his mouth, and took the drink with him.

He was in a hurry, but as Su Xiaomeng was almost about to step out of the cafe, she suddenly stopped.

Xiao Meng stood by the wish wall next to the cafe’s service counter...

She looked at the myriad of post-it notes, ranging from the simplest words to deep romantic phrases, the most common desires for wealth, to the most numerous wishes for love...

Somehow, more and more cafes and restaurants have started this recording trend.

Recording people’s wishes of the moment, recording the mood people have at a certain time and place.

Su Xiaomeng looked at this wall for a long time, finally picking up a pen and a note.

Rong Jing watched as she bent over the counter writing something, instinctively wanting to go over to see what she was writing...

He finished chewing and swallowing the food in his mouth.

Su Xiaomeng had already walked out of the café.

Rong Jing then walked over to where Su Xiaomeng had just been standing and looked at the place where Xiao Meng had stuck her note, at the newest note...

His sharp eyes suddenly flickered with light!

Rong Jing reached out and plucked off the note, staring at the elegant and powerful handwriting, gaze heavy—

Arthur, the kids and I are waiting for you to come home.

Just such a sentence, nearly set off a storm in Rong Jing’s heart.

This simple sentence indeed contained so many possibilities; it’s so easy to provoke imagination...

Taking a taxi from the center of Beijing to this small town near Tianjin Port...

Wandering alone in this town for nearly three hours...

As if troubled by something, as if hiding something, and also as if searching and hoping for something...

Is all this just a coincidence?

Rong Jing stepped out of the café, watching Su Xiaomeng’s distant silhouette, keen eyes narrowing dangerously.

Ends with nothing.

Su Xiaomeng didn’t have high expectations to begin with, so even if she really learned nothing from the small town, heard nothing, she did not feel too disappointed.

The environment of this small town is nice, with a lake and trees.

Especially in the evening, the breeze gently blows, offering rare leisure.

Su Xiaomeng thought of it as... a stroll in the suburbs, to see the most simple ordinary life...

She found it comforting.