5 years later, Mo Zichen was promoted to a senior lecturer and was now in a top university. So, he moved from his small apartment to a high-end apartment near the university.
Recently, someone moved in next door and renovated overnight. As a result, Mo Zichen had no time to rest and was in a bad state of mind.
Because of this, Mo Zichen contacted the property management, but he couldn't find a solution. So, when the neighbor finally moved in, he was going to greet them and see how uneducated they were. How could they not care about other people's feelings?
University wasn't as busy as middle school. Mo Zichen only had 4 classes a week and the rest of his time was spent reading. So, he was now a little short-sighted.
He couldn't live without a pair of black glasses at home, but it made him look even more attractive.
At 26-years-old, Mo Zichen was already a mature man, but he was still alone. To kill time, he kept a blue cat called Nibbling Mud at home. He had picked up the cat from the streets and it was so hungry that it ate mud, hence the name.
That afternoon, Mo Zichen was preparing for class at home when he heard the sound of furniture being moved from next door. He guessed that his' good neighbor 'must have moved in, so he immediately stood up from his desk and opened the door.
At this time, a woman with short hair appeared in front of him. Her back was straight and she had an extraordinary aura.
"Sofa, be gentle …"
Mo Zichen walked over and was about to tell her about the renovations. But, as soon as the woman turned around, Mo Zichen froze.
He wanted to see an old friend, but he never expected it to be like this.
It was Qian Lan. And, judging from her expression, she didn't seem surprised at all.
Obviously, this wasn't a coincidence.
"After the dining table is moved in, you can leave." After Qian Lan instructed the workers, she turned around and stretched out her hand towards Mo Zichen. "Long time no see."
"You …"
"It's a temporary place to stay …" Qian Lan smiled. "I come back every now and then."
"Did you know I was staying here?"
"No, my unit arranged it. I only found out afterwards," Qian Lan replied. "But, don't worry, I only come back once or twice a month. I don't think I'll cause too much trouble. I hope your partner doesn't misunderstand."
The Qian Lan in front of him was capable, energetic and decisive. She had the demeanor of a soldier.
"I'm still single." Mo Zichen shook his head.
"So that's how it is. My time is limited, so I'll continue to work. Let's have a meal together another day when I'm free."
"There's no need. You can continue with your work." Mo Zichen turned around and returned to his home, closing the door tightly.
They had not seen each other for several years. Perhaps, he was the only one who felt awkward.
Soon, there was no sound from next door. Qian Lan had left. Mo Zichen calmed down and continued to read. However, he realized he couldn't focus anymore.
Then, he laughed bitterly …
Qian Lan did as she said. After moving in, she only stayed there once and spent the rest of her time at the military base.
Mo Zichen didn't know what her military rank was, but he knew that Qian Lan had chosen to study at a military university.
Five years had passed, and everything had changed.
However, Mo Zichen could occasionally hear a young man entering Qian Lan's home. Mo Zichen guessed that this was Qian Lan's new partner.
She should have gotten rid of her family now, right? Because, less than a year after Qian Lan entered the military, the Qian Family was investigated and they disappeared from Beijing.
So, it was hard to tell if they had migrated.
One day, Mo Zichen was reading at home as usual, but there was a knock on the door. Mo Zichen opened the door and saw the handsome man next door. He couldn't help asking, "What's the matter?"
"I don't have any noodles at home. Can you lend me some?"
The man was young and looked like a good match for Qian Lan. Mo Zichen froze for a few seconds before he nodded his head, "Wait a moment."
"I heard my fiancée mention you before."
After hearing this, Mo Zichen couldn't help but laugh. This man was quite magnanimous. He lived next door to his fiancée's ex-boyfriend and even came to her ex-boyfriend's house to borrow some noodles.
Even so, Mo Zichen still gave him the noodles.
"Is this enough?"
"It's enough. You're such a good person!"
Mo Zichen calmly closed the door. A little while later, he heard the door open next door. If he was right, Qian Lan must have returned home.
Perhaps, it was time for him to find a new place to live.
With this thought, Mo Zichen began to search for an apartment online and decided to sell it. During this time, he would occasionally run into Qian Lan and the man buying groceries. But, Mo Zichen was always quiet, making it difficult to tell what he was thinking.
They were probably planning to get married, right?
But, just as Mo Zichen found a new apartment and was about to move out, something happened at Qian Lan's home.
That night, an intense argument could be heard from next door. Afterwards, a deafening door slammed shut.
Mo Zichen got up from his bedroom and opened the door to look next door. There, he found Qian Lan sitting in the doorway with a pained expression.
"Get up …" Mo Zichen said as he stretched out his hand.
Qian Lan shook her head and said to Mo Zichen, "Our wedding is tomorrow, but we broke up."
"Why?" Mo Zichen asked as he knelt down. "Why did you break up so easily?"
"Because he said that I have no feelings for him and that my heart has never been with him," Qian Lan explained helplessly. "We met on a blind date and we've only known each other for less than a month. He said that a month has passed, but I'm not even willing to let him hold my hand."
"Then, why are you in such a rush to get married?"
"My mother has late-stage esophageal cancer. Although she used to be hated, she's still my mother. Her biggest wish is to see me get married," Qian Lan explained as she stood up. After Qian Lan explained, she held onto the cold wall as she stood up. "I'm sorry, I made a fool out of myself."
"What about tomorrow's wedding?"
"I'm not sure. All I can say is that the groom ran away," Qian Lan laughed. "I don't have any other choice …" After speaking, Qian Lan returned to her home.
The next morning, the house next door was very lively. But, not long after, the sound of an argument could be heard.
Mo Zichen could hear the bridesmaids asking why the groom wasn't here yet.
At first, Mo Zichen had no idea what game Qian Lan was playing. But, from the looks of it, it was obvious that the groom had run away.
…
Mo Zichen didn't know why he still cared. He was originally about to leave for class, but a moment later, he heard an urgent knock on his door.
Mo Zichen put on his jacket and opened the door to find Qian Lan standing outside in her wedding dress.
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