It was a new day. After Han Yan woke up, he kept finding things for himself to do. He swept the floor, mopped the floor, washed the clothes, hung the clothes, washed the dishes, wiped the table, tidied the desk, and made the bed. He did the cleaning for a whole week or even a whole month over and over again.
But no matter how he tortured himself, it was difficult to calm the uneasiness in his heart.
Perhaps Lu Yunran would give him a trial today, or perhaps she wouldn't. Han Yan somewhat hoped that this wait would end as soon as possible, but he also hoped that the trial would never come. Such complicated and contradictory feelings tormented him until noon, until a text message arrived.
Han Yan was reading a book uneasily. His memory, which usually had a photographic memory, now had to read it three or four times before he could remember it because of his lack of concentration.
"Ding dong!" His phone received a text message. Han Yan threw down the book and hurriedly picked up his phone. His usually calm hand slipped and almost dropped it. The lock screen showed that it was indeed a text message from Lu Yunran. Han Yan's right thumb trembled as he swiped open the screen.
"Han Yan, I'm sorry. I really can't accept the fact that you have a child. I can only let go. I don't want to force you to choose between me and the child. Happiness can't be forced. I also hope that you can find a woman who will accept you in the future. I wish you happiness. Don't call me, and don't come looking for me. When you see this text message, I'll have already left. I want to return to the city that belongs to me, and I want to find happiness that completely belongs to me."
Reading this text message, Han Yan seemed to hear Lu Yunran whispering in his ear. Her voice was trembling, but there was determination in her tone. She's gone. She's really gone!
After reading this text message, Han Yan thought that he would cry, but he didn't. Instead, he became very calm. He had never been so calm in the past two days!
When he dialed back, Han Yan heard the sound of the phone being turned off. There was no room for negotiation.
In fact, the ending was already decided from the beginning! Wasn't it? Han Yan asked himself.
Ever since Han Yan decided to raise Qiqi, he had buried the love between him and Lu Yunran in the grave with his own hands. Han Yan smiled bitterly. He had always held on to the hope that there would be a chance to turn things around, but it was all just his own delusion.
"Is this the end?" Han Yan muttered to himself and shook his head. He looked to the south and said softly, "I really can't give you the happiness you want. No matter what, you must live well and be happier than me. Otherwise, I can't forgive myself."
He wondered if there was a girl sitting on the train heading for the Southern Kingdom, who was silently crying as she looked out of the window. Just like that, the two figures, who had once been so close to each other, disappeared along with the whistling train and the railway that traversed the world.
Han Yan sent a text message to Song Zhiwen, "I'm a lovelorn bird, come and play with me!" Then he threw away his phone and focused on reading. His mental calmness was astounding.
In the afternoon, Song Zhiwen came over. When he came, he brought a lot of things. Han Yan smiled and said, "Are you moving all your belongings to my house?"
"It's just some clothes and toiletries." Song Zhiwen put down his laptop bag and luggage and said, "I'll stay with you for the next two days. What do you think? I'm a good brother, right? I'll walk out of the shadow of heartbreak with you."
"Of course," Han Yan teased him and said, "It would be even better if you cooked dinner!"
"F * ck, you know I don't do household chores," Song Zhiwen said exaggeratedly.
"That's not right!" Song Zhiwen walked around Han Yan twice and said doubtfully, "You don't look like you're lovelorn!"
"If that's not the case, what should I look like?"
Song Zhiwen gestured to himself and said, "Lovelorn people have messy hair, swollen eyes, depressed expressions, unbuttoned clothes, and pants that are one leg high and one leg low."
Han Yan laughed and scolded, "You're a beggar."
"That's not like you. You're dressed neatly, you can laugh and jump. That's lovelorn! I think I look more lovelorn than you." Song Zhiwen took out a towel and wiped his sweat.
"That's because I'm more open-minded. I don't want to cry like a little girl." Han Yan smiled.
"Well, you're different from ordinary people. You've always been like this. There's nothing to say." Song Zhiwen sat down on the sofa and said, "Tell me, although I expected it."
"Yesterday, I took Qiqi to do a paternity test. When I came back, Xiao Ran was at the door." Han Yan said, and he briefly recounted what had happened yesterday.
"Then this afternoon, she sent a text message to break up. In the end, I didn't even say a word to her. There's no way to make up for it," Han Yan said indifferently.
Song Zhiwen shook his head and said, "Now that you feel like you can't get along, it's better to break up quickly. Otherwise, you'll hold her back."
Han Yan nodded and said, "I think so too, so I don't want to make up for it. I really can't give Xiao Ran what she wants. It's not good for either of us to hold on too tightly. Let her find her happiness."
When Han Yan said this, his heart still ached faintly. However, his expression was as calm as ever, and no one could see the changes in his heart.
Song Zhiwen had been his buddy for five years. How could he not understand? He comforted him and said, "Forget it. Let bygones be bygones."
"Well, I understand. I just can't let it go." Han Yan's voice was a little low.
"If you can't let it go, it means you're still a good man! But no matter how difficult it is, you still have to let it go." Song Zhiwen said, "But, Han Yan, I'm not trying to criticize you. Now that you have a family to feed, it'll be a little troublesome if you want to hook up with girls in the future."
"We'll talk about the future in the future. I'm not in the mood to think about it now." Han Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry at his rambling, but he also temporarily walked out of the mood of heart break.
He raised his head and said, "If there's no girl, then there's no girl. My Qiqi and I will depend on each other for survival!"
That night, they cooked two simple dishes. After dinner, Han Yan and Song Zhiwen got into position and began to torture their opponents!
When they entered the game, the map was a satellite base. There were eight people on each side. Song Zhiwen yelled, "Rush B." Han Yan didn't care about tactics. He switched to the M4A1 that he was more used to and also shouted in the channel for his companions to rush to Point B.
When the game started, Han Yan and Song Zhiwen were the first to rush out. They went straight to Point B. After going around the first pillar, they saw the people at the top of the Defenders. "Catch them off guard!" Song Zhiwen yelled.
His AK was the first to show its prowess, and he killed the first enemy with a headshot. Han Yan's M4A1 didn't want to be left behind and spat out angry flames. At close range, although it wasn't a headshot, the enemy dropped another corpse after a shuttle of bullets. They hurriedly retreated, but Han Yan didn't give up. He threw a flash and then rushed forward. For a moment, amidst the rain of bullets in front of Point B, Han Yan saw a high-explosive bullet fly toward him, but it only brushed past his head and landed behind him. He was really too fast!
While the enemy was distracted, Han Yan killed another one and a half enemies, and then he was surrounded by the following enemies. The reason it was only one and a half enemies was because one of them was half-crippled by Han Yan and then blown away by a high-explosive bullet thrown by Han Yan's teammate.
Song Zhiwen followed closely behind, and his AK accurately blew up the head of the last enemy at Point B.
With Han Yan and Song Zhiwen's outstanding performance, this game was quickly and cleanly won!
In the second game, Han Yan and Song Zhiwen continued to rush. The enemy at Point B threw a lot of high-explosive bombs to prevent them from rushing, but Han Yan didn't rush to Point B. This time, they changed to the middle lane.
Han Yan and Song Zhiwen dealt with Company A and Company B. Under the crossfire, the enemy in the middle lane suffered heavy casualties. Although they were quickly surrounded by the reinforcements of the defenders, Song Zhiwen killed three of them, and Han Yan killed one.
Han Yan's teammates learned their lesson. This time, they followed closely behind the two of them and took a lot of kills. This time, the defenders were annihilated without being surrounded.
After four games in a row, the other side couldn't take it anymore. On one hand, they complained on the public channel, "Why did the gods come to our place to torture noobs?" On the other hand, they had internal strife. They blamed each other, saying that their teammates didn't suppress them and were easily broken through by others.
Under the internal strife, the defenders' defense fell apart. Han Yan and Song Zhiwen were like killing gods, beating the other side to a pulp.
After one game, Han Yan felt that a lot of the depression in his heart had been vented, and he felt a lot more relaxed. He smiled at Song Zhiwen and said, "I don't feel like beating them anymore. Let's go to the first district of Shanghai to meet those gods!"
Song Zhiwen smiled and said, "You are the boss! (You are the boss, you have the final say)"
They exited and changed to the first district of Shanghai. The first district of Shanghai was the practice room for the pro players in the game. When they were in university, Han Yan and Song Zhiwen played here before. Within three games, they would definitely meet a pro player. With their strength at that time, they couldn't even beat a second or third tier pro player. It was really too difficult to win, so they stayed in the first district of Guangzhou. (Due to the plot, it doesn't match reality. Please don't worry about it.)
After entering the first district of Shanghai, Han Yan and the others easily won the first game. Of course, it wasn't because the pro players were weak, but because there weren't any strong players in the first round. On Han Yan's side, other than Han Yan and Song Zhiwen, there were two other players with good marksmanship. So, they easily defeated the other side.
However, from this round, it seemed that the overall strength of the first district of Shanghai was indeed higher than that of Guangzhou. At the very least, there weren't any noobs who would make things difficult for their teammates.
In the second round, Han Yan and the others still mindlessly charged in, but this time, they were dealt a heavy blow. After being charged in once, the other side started to cooperate. High explosive, flash, Han Yan charged in and was killed before they could see anything.
The other side had two strong players. One of them played a sniper rifle called KG Flame, and the other played an M4A1 called NC Ice Water. One look at their IDs and it was obvious that they knew each other. The two of them cooperated very well and had a lot of tactical knowledge. Han Yan's side attacked a few times, but the two of them overturned the situation. Someone in their team chat sighed and said, "There are two pro players on the other side. We can't fight this round!"
With the low morale, Han Yan's side won the first round and was shaved bald.
Han Yan wasn't afraid. Instead, he was excited. After this round, he saw that the two pro players on the other side didn't leave the room, so he called out to Song Zhiwen. The two of them stood opposite the two pro players and waited for the next round to begin.