My Wife Came From A Thousand Years Ago
Chapter 90: How could anyone like this kind of thingChapter 90: How could anyone like this kind of thing
Wang Zijun was embarrassed.
Xu Qing turned his head away expressionlessly, pretending not to know him, leaving Wang's pleading gaze unanswered.
"Uh... What a coincidence," Wang Zijun greeted awkwardly. "I knew you looked familiar..."
The girl fumed. "Just familiar?!"
"Uh..." Wang Zijun's eyes darted around. "I'm a bit face-blind, you know... But I do remember you’re great at drawing."
He noticed a corner of the drawing board peeking out from the bag she was carrying.
"Oh?" The girl's anger eased a bit. "You still remember that?"
"Of course. Anyway, enough about that. How have you been?"
"Pretty good. Eating well, staying fit... You don’t look so great," she said with a smirk."Yeah, not so great."
Wang Zijun lowered his head. Taking the subway now, even bragging wouldn't work.
"Where are you off to?" The girl changed the topic, pursing her lips.
"Going to a meetup. You?"
"I'm heading to Dadu Hui for some shopping. I ordered some watercolor supplies from a store there."
"Wow, you need a reservation for that? Pretty fancy." Wang Zijun nodded. "Going alone?"
Xu Qing, who was standing nearby waiting for the drama, was stunned.
These two were actually chatting? Weren't exes supposed to snipe at each other with sarcastic remarks?
Wang Zijun, the rich kid, was riding the subway, and the girl just dismissed him with a casual "you don't look so great"? And what was with that look in her eyes?
Xu Qing quietly shuffled away to give them space.
They say "a day of marriage leads to a hundred days of grace." Who knows how many days of grace these two shared? Assuming an 80-year lifespan, that’s over 20,000 days. They probably had half a lifetime’s worth of feelings.
Even if they broke up, the sour scent of a past romance lingered.
Feeling bored, Xu Qing pulled out his phone and clicked on Jiang He’s Penguin account, Graceful Dancer. Her profile space was filled with random photos—birthday cakes, and silly shots of Winter Melon the cat. But those were old, with no updates for a while.
She had only uploaded those pictures when Xu Qing taught her how to save and post them, finding it novel at the time.
"Some things are impossible to refuse: loneliness, memories, falling for you."
This cheesy line was clearly something she copied from Baidu and pasted as the top comment on the message board.
After a while...
"You go ahead. I'll come by at noon. Got something to do," Wang Zijun whispered sneakily to Xu Qing.
"What?" Xu Qing was confused.
"Heh heh heh..."
"S***!"
Jiahe Complex.
Jiang He, busy grinding levels in a game, noticed a message pop up in the corner of her screen.
"Some things are impossible to refuse: loneliness, memories, falling for you."
???
She frowned and clicked on it, seeing Xu Qing’s annoying Doraemon avatar staring back at her, just as irritating as he was in person.
Hmph.
She sat cross-legged in her chair, dazing off for a moment. Stretching lazily, she got up, tossed some clothes into the washing machine, and glanced at Xu Qing’s room. She pulled out her phone and sent him a WeChat message. ȐΆΝÒΒĘṦ
"Want me to wash your clothes?"
"Yes."
After seeing his reply, she went to grab his laundry and found a familiar pair of straw shoes on his nightstand.
Didn’t she throw these away?
She froze for a moment, picked them up for a closer look, and confirmed they were the pair she had once worn.
She returned to her computer, staring at the message board and the straw shoes in her hand, her expression shifting.
This guy...
This guy...
Even liked her shoes?
The subway reached its stop. Xu Qing got off alone, his silhouette radiating loneliness and bleakness.
Two people got on, and one got off.
His phone buzzed with a message from Wang Zijun: "I'll be there by noon!"
"I don’t think you’ll last that long," Xu Qing replied with a smirk. Just as he was about to put his phone away, a message from Jiang He popped up, asking if he wanted his clothes washed. His mood brightened immediately.
Life wasn’t all about taking hits—there was also a girl willing to wash his clothes.
Whoever said class reunions were for drinking, boasting, and either flaunting success or suffering humiliation was right. And sometimes, there was even a bit of rekindling old flames to fulfill youthful dreams.
But that was for later. For young people who had just entered society, meetups were still simple and clean.
Just a chance to eat, drink, and have fun together. After graduation, everyone felt a bit reluctant to let go of those friendships. They met up to escape the grind of life and relive the purest, most beautiful moments of their school days.
Some satisfied their egos; others vented their frustrations. They exchanged feelings and advice, ending with a "let’s keep in touch" before going their separate ways into society.
Xu Qing used to enjoy that—drinking and chatting with friends, killing time, then hitting a karaoke bar or pool hall for a second round. At the end of the day, he’d stumble home, fall into bed, and sleep it off.
Staying home all day got boring. Humans were social creatures, after all. Having someone to talk to—or even a brawl with someone like Liang Zi—was better than sitting alone.
But things felt different now.
Unlike before, he wasn’t excited to drink and toast. As soon as he sat down, he wanted to leave.
"Come sit over here," a friend called. "You’re late—almost noon now. A few more people are still on the way."
"That's early enough."
Xu Qing glanced around the table. He had thought about finding Liang Zi and giving him a beating. Last time, he held back because Jiang He was there. But now, the urge faded. It felt pointless.
Besides, Liang Zi wasn’t here.
"Wang Zijun ran into his ex halfway and went off to get a room. He’ll probably be late."
"No way, seriously?"
"Rich people, man. We poor folks wouldn’t get it."
"What about you? What have you been up to? You vanished for a while. Someone even asked about that handsome guy with the great singing voice."
"I was off the grid." Xu Qing clinked his glass nonchalantly.
"I’ve been swamped, doing this and that every day. Not like you guys, always free."
"I’m not free! I’ve been working like a dog. It’s the end of the year, and I can’t even relax. Worked until midnight yesterday and still had to crawl over here to drink with you losers today."
"Crawl over here? Show us how!" someone shouted.
"Screw you! Drink up. Anyway..."
As more people arrived, the atmosphere heated up. A few drinks in, and the place was buzzing.
Amid the clinking glasses, laughter, and chatter, Xu Qing quietly swirled his drink, watching it all with a detached air.
A feeling of being out of place.
This had never happened before.
It was like Jiang He was a meteor that had smashed his monotonous life to pieces.
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