Withered Broken Ice Blue

Chapter 155: Home may not be my safe haven, but grandma’s love is

After four hours, Chi Feiwan borrowed a white towel from the venue and wiped the sweat off his face.

Chi Feiwan pinned up her bangs with a clip. Even though her bangs were wet with sweat, they were still visible.

Song Jinan was a member of the school's badminton team, and every time he played with him, Chi Feiwan could clearly feel that Song Jinan was intentionally letting him win. This feeling was not an illusion caused by Chi Feiwan's own poor level, but came from Song Jinan's changes in ball path and control of strength.

Chi Feiwan had seen how ferociously Song Jinan played basketball at school.

The smash is the best example of this. When Chi Feiwan saw the badminton team training at school, he could see Song Jinan making several smashes, which were particularly powerful and broke several of the balls.

But when playing with her, there was never a single smash. Song Jinan always chose to pick the ball lightly. Sometimes, Song Jinan deliberately missed the ball when she could obviously catch it. Song Jinan's poor acting skills could not fool Chi Feiwan.

These details made Chi Feiwan realize that Song Jinan was taking her feelings into consideration.

Chi Feiwan put the white towel into the basket, "Song Jinan, don't let me next time, I can accept the smash."

The players who usually play with Song Jinan are all from the school team. There are several smashes in almost every game, and receiving smashes is a normal thing for them.

Without smashes, things would become a bit boring, Chi Feiwan could feel it.

Song Jinan scratched his head awkwardly, "Did I let you?"

Chi Feiwan smiled and said, "Song Jinan, your acting is too poor, and you are on the school team, how can I be better than you."

She is an amateur after all. She plays for fun and winning or losing is not important to her.

Even though she was the one who picked up more balls after a few games, and it might have lacked the experience, she could accept it.

Song Jinan was about to speak, but Chi Feiwan put a finger on his lips and said, "I know what you are going to say. Don't be modest and don't talk about this topic anymore."

Song Jinan was frightened by her action and almost lost his balance. He stepped back and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Chi Feiwan nodded and put away the badminton racket.

"I know a restaurant that serves delicious snail noodles. Do you want to go?"

When the words "snail noodles" were mentioned, Chi Feiwan could hardly walk.

She happily agreed.

The clouds in the sky were illuminated by the setting sun, making them colorful, like a magical oil painting.

This snail noodle restaurant is very popular. All the seats indoors are occupied, leaving only a few seats outdoors in bad locations.

Fortunately, the two of them didn't care about these things.

Chi Feiwan sat at a dimly lit table. The table was a wooden table with an online payment button on the lower left corner.

She scanned the code with her phone, and a menu popped up on the interface. Song Jinan's voice came from above her head: "The mild spiciness in this restaurant is equivalent to medium spiciness. If you can't handle spicy food, order slightly spicy."

"Okay, I get it." Chi Feiwan ordered a bowl of original snail noodles with a fried egg.

Chi Feiwan just likes to eat light flavors. Either she can't eat spicy food, or her stomach sometimes can't take it.

Her stomach condition is sometimes good and sometimes bad.

Not long after, the snail rice noodle was served. Chi Feiwan couldn't wait to take a bite of the rice noodle, which was fragrant and rich, and tasted very authentic.

Song Jinan looked at Chi Feiwan's satisfied expression, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise. He picked up a tissue and handed it to Chi Feiwan, motioning her to wipe off the red oil from the corners of her mouth.

"Thank you." Chi Feiwan bit off the vermicelli and took the napkin.

The red oil in Song Jinan's bowl of snail noodles was very thick, and Chi Feiwan felt it was irritating to the eyes at just one glance.

"After you finish eating the snail rice noodle, can your stomach still bear it?"

Song Jinan stirred the snail noodles in his bowl with chopsticks, "I know how much weight my stomach has."

Chi Feiwan chuckled: "You are so humorous."

Song Jinan smiled and glanced into Chi Feiwan's eyes: "Did you not sleep well last night?"

Chi Feiwan was surprised, "How did you know?"

"Because you have dark circles under your eyes."

In addition, Chi Feiwan has a very fair complexion, so the dark circles under his eyes are very obvious and intense.

Chi Feiwan lowered his eyes: "I was stabbed by memories last night."

"Memories?" Song Jinan looked at Chi Feiwan seriously.

Chi Feiwan put down the chopsticks in her hand, and stared straight at Song Jinan's eyes full of tenderness with her watery blue eyes: "Song Jinan, I am not worthy of being grandma's granddaughter..."

Song Jinan didn't say anything, but listened to Chi Feiwan's story quietly: "Grandma loved me so much, but I actually forgot to give her to Nuo Yaqi. I actually lost such an important thing..."

"There are precious memories in my phone. The recording is my grandma's birthday wishes, and the memo is her words. I forgot everything. Wow..."

Chi Feiwan sobbed softly, and his eyeballs fell one by one, like pearls that had broken off the string, and plopped onto the wooden table.

If it weren’t for Noyaki, Chi Feiwan would not have remembered that her grandmother left these things to her, and she would not have had any impression of Noyaki in her mind.

Seeing this, Song Jinan quickly tore off a few tissues and handed them to Chi Feiwan.

Chi Feiwan took the tissue. Her emotions always broke down at certain times, and mentioning her grandma seemed to have touched her tear glands.

"I'm sorry..." Chi Feiwan lowered his head and wiped away his tears, but tears could not be easily wiped away with a tissue.

Song Jinan knew that what Chi Feiwan needed now was not comfort, but someone to talk to.

"It's okay, just keep talking, I'm willing to listen."

Chi Feiwan's wet blue eyes looked at Song Jinan again, and an ugly smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"The day before yesterday, my third brother told me that when the aunt at home was cleaning, she found Noyaki in the corner of my room. I have no memory of Noyaki at all, so I asked my third brother to send it to me."

"Just last night, I saw the surprise in Noyaki. That Noyaki was given to me by my grandma. It contained my photos, each of which recorded the moment of my growth and the good times I spent with my grandma. Every fragment was so precious and unforgettable. And Noyaki's birthday wishes from the age of 1 to 18. She hoped that I would be healthy and safe."

"Song Jinan, do you know? My grandma, the old lady who loves and cares about me, has already thought deeply about the future. She knows that life will end, and she knows that she can't accompany me through every stage of life. So, she quietly prepared everything for me. She knows that when I welcome the important rite of passage of 18, she will no longer be alive, so she gave me the most precious gift in a special way, which is 18 years of birthday blessings."

"Every year on my birthday, I will be able to hear my grandmother's warm and loving voice and feel her endless love and care for me."

"My grandma really loves me, more than anyone else in the world. She is the only one in the world who can call me by my nickname..."