InterstellarSnake
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Chapter 64: Only Love Endures Forever (End) After that, I got updates on He Nanyuan in Haicheng through Mochuan. Before New Year, He Mingbo returned to Haicheng—He Nanyuan reached out first, setting a spot to return Bai Zhen’s Xin Yin. I asked Mochuan if He Nanyuan should have backup meeting He Mingbo—just in case. Same line from him: He Nanyuan’s grown—let go, trust him to handle it. High schooler or not, He Nanyuan’s steady. Haicheng’s safe, civilized—worst case, he’d thrash…-
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Chapter 63: Such a Good Kid In the dim theater, the big screen played a flimsy rom-com—laughs erupted now and then. Not that funny—but herd mentality kicks in: they laugh, you laugh, no reason needed. December—wedged between National Day and winter break—an awkward month. Big films either done or pending—options slim: comedies or artsy stuff. Artsy’s too slow, too bleak—I wanted cheer—so I picked a love-laced comedy. Mid-watch, I glanced at Mochuan—figured he’d be bored,…
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Chapter 62: Good Boy, Do As I Taught You On the bedroom’s big bed, I leaned against the headboard, pad on my knees—sketching to kill time while chatting with Mochuan, off and on. Post-candy Mochuan turned into a good boy—mild, agreeable, downright chipper—answering whatever I asked. Seized the chance—went bold—probed about He Mingbo. “Why’d you stop Little Yuan from chasing that scumbag?” Mochuan lay sideways facing me, eyes half-shut, one hand fidgeting with my pajama…
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Chapter 61: Just Be Mochuan I hadn’t gotten over his showing up—now his words stunned me. Can’t stand him? What’s that mean? “I… didn’t.” I blanked. His gaze locked on me—unwavering—like he’s sussing out a lie. “Then why leave without a word?” “Without a word?” I blanked harder. “I sent—” Hit me—dug out my phone, checked. Sure enough—that message to Mochuan: “Failed to send.” Never went through. These days, folks like him skipping WeChat…
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Chapter 60: Can’t Stand Me Anymore? I didn’t think I was wrong—didn’t go to Mochuan that night, or even the next day. Wanted us both to cool off. My odd behavior? Not just Yan Chuwen—Guo Shu caught it too. “You didn’t hit the temple today?” Guo Shu glanced at the sky outside. “Sun rising from the west?” Erqian circled my feet. I peeled peanuts at the table, tossing one down now and then. It always sniffed it out—gulped it like Zhu Bajie swallowing ginseng fruit, no clue if…
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Chapter 59: You Have No Need to Interfere in This Six people, six single sofas—just filled. He Nanyuan walked in stone-faced—a prickly vibe screaming “no talk”—leaving Zuo Yong to field most questions: how it started, who swung first, lessons learned. “I just wanted my sister’s Xin Yin back—they wouldn’t give it, said Su Duo had to ask them herself. I got mad—called them toads lusting after swans—they charged, and it kicked off…” Zuo Yong hung his head, tone earnest.…
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Chapter 58: Low-Key Monday morning, I borrowed Yan Chuwen’s car and drove Mochuan to Gan County. Pengge’s over 200 kilometers from Gan County—more than three hours by car. Mochuan, maybe sleepless over He Nanyuan’s mess, looked worn out today. “Recline the seat and nap? I’ll wake you when we’re there,” I said. Mochuan eased the seat back. Worried he’d get cold, I cranked the heater up a bit. The car quieted—only the rumble of tires over rough roads. Early still,…
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Chapter 57: Expel Little Yuan? I printed the photo from the Shannan award day—hung it on my office wall with the plaque. In it, Mochuan and I stand side by side, both holding the plaque with a big red flower pinned on. Him in white, me in black—at first glance, it’s like some joyous ritual. Lin Weian peeked at it every office visit—after a few, she cracked: “Clueless folks might think it’s your wedding pic.” Offhand remark, but it stuck. That afternoon, I splurged—booked a…
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Chapter 56: Won’t You Fill Me Up Before I Go? Jiang Boshu said the guy in the photo resembled an artist he knew—He Mingbo, from Haicheng. His company handled promo for one of He Mingbo’s exhibits; they’d met briefly. Couldn’t swear it’s the same He Jun I’m after, though. On the call, I googled “He Mingbo”—pics popped up, and like Jiang Boshu said, seven or eight parts matched the pendant’s He Jun. “Mind telling me why you’re hunting this guy?” Jiang Boshu asked over the…
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Chapter 55: Sly Xia Fellow “Alright, I’ll handle the rest—go upstairs and do your homework.” He Nanyuan snatched the dustpan from Li Yang, shooing him off. Li Yang looked reluctant but caved under He Nanyuan’s stern glare and trudged upstairs. Downstairs, it was just me, He Nanyuan, and that ethereal little lamb. I caught the lamb nibbling peanuts off the floor—scooped it up fast. “Why’re you eating random stuff?” To He Nanyuan: “Sheep can handle peanuts, right?” He…
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