Jingxia Rose

Chapter 201 [Huai Song 004] The Spring Breeze Cannot Break My Longing
Jiang Huaichuan smiled, took her hand, and said, "Songsong, let's...get married."

Wen Song was taken aback, turning her head to look at him in surprise, "What?"

"marry."

"No way!" Wen Song shook her head instinctively in refusal. "How can I marry you like this..."

Jiang Huaichuan tightened his grip on her hand. "Do you think I can marry someone else in the future?"

Wen Song opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

“Okay? Leave it to me. We don’t need to make a big fuss. We can just hold it in this courtyard, invite your parents and my parents, and have Wen Qi, Yi Xu, Lu Xuming, and Chu Feng as our witnesses.”

Wen Song felt her eyes stinging, and after holding back for a while, she couldn't help but shed tears.

Jiang Huaichuan leaned down, gently wiping away her tears with the pad of his thumb, then stroked her cheek, kissed her lips, and murmured, "Since I turned 18, I've only had one birthday wish every year."

"Marry Wen Song as his wife."

Wen Song burst into laughter through her tears, "Isn't this a coincidence? My birthday wish is to marry Jiang Huaichuan."

Jiang Huaichuan touched her earlobe. "Since... we have the same birthday wish, shall we make it come true together?"

"it is good."

Jiang Huaichuan knew that Wen Song's current physical condition couldn't withstand any further strain.

So we didn't plan on having a big celebration.

Although he really wanted to see her in a wedding dress, the weather was too cold, and she couldn't stand the cold. Preparing a traditional Chinese phoenix coronet and embroidered robe would take too much time.

She couldn't wait.

It seems... their relationship was always so rushed and so regrettable.

That day, Jiang Huaichuan took many photos of her, as well as photos of the two of them together, with a persimmon tree and azaleas that had not yet bloomed in the background.

Wen Song said regretfully, "It's a pity we won't live to see the azaleas bloom."

Three days later, their families, as well as Wen Qiyi and his group, arrived.

The weather was great that day, and the temperature was around 15 degrees Celsius.

Her makeup was done by Shi Wan.

Shi Wan and Ji Xuan helped her change her clothes.

It's a red lantern-sleeved long dress with a bow, paired with a matching coat. It's a dress you can wear when going out.

When Jiang Huaichuan arrived to greet his bride in a bespoke suit, Shi Wan, Ji Xuan, and Wen Qingxun, as the bride's family, blocked the door and gave him a hard time.

Jiang Huaichuan finally overcame numerous obstacles and won the heart of the beauty.

With makeup on, Wen Song looked radiant, with bright eyes and white teeth, her gaze sparkling.

Jiang Huaichuan led her outside, where they bowed to each other's parents, exchanged rings, kissed, and took photos under the persimmon tree.

Both families and Wen Qiyi and his group left together the next afternoon; they even picked persimmons for a while that morning.

On the morning of the third day after their marriage, the two walked hand in hand into S University in Shanghai.

The courtyard was quite large, and Wen Song couldn't walk that far, so Jiang Huaichuan rented a bicycle and took her around the campus.

The main gate, the laughter path, the teaching building, the gymnasium—the three canteens they used to frequent were all the same as before. The only difference was that the male and female dormitories had been switched.

The former girls' dormitory building has been converted into a boys' dormitory building.

The former men's dormitory building has been transformed into a women's dormitory building, and many facilities have been added.

“I remember arguing with you here before. I wouldn’t listen to anything you said and just kept walking forward, while you kept chasing after me and trying to coax me.”

As Wen Song walked along a path that led to the male and female dormitories, she was lost in memories, her face showing a look of unforgettable recollection.

Jiang Huaichuan raised his hand and touched the back of her head, which was covered by a hat. "Another time, we were kissing here, and Professor Chen, the old-fashioned professor in our department, saw us."

"Hahaha, this is so embarrassing." Wen Song laughed. "Professor Chen said that it's not proper for us to kiss in broad daylight, and that we should do it in private."

"School days were truly wonderful."

Jiang Huaichuan would adjust her hat and turn her face away whenever someone passed by, afraid of being recognized.

Curious, she asked, "Why did you enter the entertainment industry?"

Wen Song glanced at her sideways. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled patterns that added a touch of life to her pale face.
She laughed and said, "Because, didn't I promise you? If you can't find me, I'll stand in the highest place, and you can see me just by looking up or turning around."

The entertainment industry was the highest place she thought she could reach.

Jiang Huaichuan felt a pang in his heart and murmured, "Fool, what if you can't see me?"

Wen Song smiled and said, "It's okay. I have lots and lots of photos of us from before."

She said in a spoiled tone, "I'm tired from walking."

Jiang Huaichuan patted the back seat of the bicycle, "Get on."

Wen Songxinzi sat on the back of the bicycle, her arms wrapped around his waist, her face resting against his back.

I tried hard to suppress the urge to cry.

After returning home, Wen Song took her medicine and lay down on the bed. Jiang Huaichuan hugged her and asked, "Is there anywhere else you want to go? Or anything else you want to do?"

"Yes, I want to go on my honeymoon!"

"Where do you want to go?"

“So many… but there’s no chance anymore.” Wen Song looked up and rested her chin on his chest. “Jiang Huaichuan, if… we could do it all over again, I would never break up with you.”

Jiang Huaichuan kissed her lips, "If we could do it all over again, I would never let go of your hand, even if it meant my death."

The nine years that were missed cannot be filled by the unknown and fleeting time we have now.

They are greedy.

They want many more nine-year periods.

I want to grow old with you.

Time flies.

They spent a month there, and Wen Song's health deteriorated further. He had more frequent nosebleeds, his spirits were low, and he would often wake up in the middle of the night in pain.

Wen Song's parents and Wen Qingxun would come to see her every week.

On New Year's Eve, Jiang Huaichuan accompanied her to set off fireworks.

During the two months they were together, they took countless photos. Whenever Jiang Huaichuan opened his phone, it was filled with pictures of her and their photos together.

On the 5th, Jiang Huaichuan accompanied her to bask in the sun in the yard. "Winter isn't over yet!" Wen Song looked at the blue sky and white clouds. "I love spring."

Jiang Huaichuan put his arm around her shoulder and laughed, "It'll be soon, spring will be here very soon."

Wen Song smiled slightly.

Yes, it will be here soon.

Unfortunately, she can't see it.

She looked at the persimmon tree in the yard, then at the dozen or so azaleas, and then turned her head to look at Jiang Huaichuan's profile.

The golden sunlight bathed him, making him feel warm and comfortable.

Wen Song felt extremely satisfied, and she smiled and said, "Jiang Huaichuan, I love you."

Jiang Huaichuan was taken aback, looked down at her, and pecked her lips. "I love you too."

"I'm a little sleepy, I might need to take a nap first. Take good care of yourself..."

As she softly uttered the last sentence, she slowly closed her eyes. The handsome profile in her vision vanished completely. The hand that had reached out to stroke his cheek remained unmoved, hanging limply on his leg.

Her last breath and life force were blown away by the warm winter wind.

Jiang Huaichuan froze, tears falling silently, and the hand holding her shoulder suddenly tightened.

Her thin lips trembled, and her voice, choked with sobs, was hoarse beyond words, "Songsong, what should I do?"

Wen Song left this world with a smile, nestled in the arms of her beloved, enjoying the life she had cherished for the past nine years for the past two months.

She also became his wife.

In the winter of the ninth year after their breakup, Jiang Huaichuan reunited with her, got back together with her, kissed her, married her, and then lost his love forever.

On the day Wen Song was cremated, Jiang Huaichuan didn't shed a single tear; he just stood there like a soulless puppet.

Her tombstone reads: My dear wife, Wensong.

While sorting through her belongings, Wen Qingxun gave Wen Song his computer, voice recorder, and diary.

The computer contains all the photos of them together, as well as videos she recorded.

The recording pen contained her last words, left in moments of pain and despair.

His name appears in almost every one of them.

Her diary contains what she has recorded over the past nine years, including feelings of guilt and apologies to her family, as well as what she wanted to say to him.

The last entry is from the day they met at a dinner party this year.

Today is Thursday, sunny, at the hospital. I ran into Jiang Huaichuan today. He's the same as always, nothing's changed. He didn't speak to me, and I didn't speak to him either. Anyway... seeing him was a kind of luck. But unfortunately, I got a nosebleed. At that moment, I knew that illness had returned to torment me once again...

Jiang Huaichuan spent the entire night reading through her voice recorder and diary. He paused when he reached the last entry.

Suddenly she remembered that day when she went to the restroom and then suddenly called Yi Xu to say she was leaving.

Yi Xu also said that her voice sounded off.

So it turns out that it was like that back then...

If we had checked the surveillance footage back then, we would have known the truth.

why!
Why not watch it?!
In the three months following Wen Song's passing, Jiang Huaichuan spent his days relying on a voice recorder and photos, videos, and diaries on his computer and mobile phone.

By the fourth month, he began packing his bags to visit some of the places Wen Song had mentioned in her notes and voice recorder, including places they had talked about going for their honeymoon after they got married when they were dating.

Wherever he went, he would record a message he wanted to say to Wen Song.

Then write postcards and place them in front of Wen Song's tombstone when you go back.

Domestically, there are places like XZ, Erhai Lake, Hulunbuir Grassland, ancient towns, and temples; internationally, there are places like Iceland, Saudi Arabia, Switzerland, Paris, Türkiye, and so on.

He spent more than a year in these places.

On the anniversary of Wensong's death, he returned to the capital.

Seeing him like this, Wen's father and Meng Shuang felt sorry for him and comforted him, "Huaichuan, Songsong can definitely see everything you've done for her in heaven. You should stop and take a good rest."

Jiang Huaichuan smiled gently, "I will rest."

Perhaps he really took Meng Shuang's words to heart, because for a long time afterward, he began to handle company affairs in an orderly manner, and he would often go home to visit his parents and have meals with them.

I can also find time to go shopping and travel with my mother.

I only go to Shanghai for half a month during the period when azaleas bloom and persimmons ripen.

In the period leading up to the anniversary of Winsong's death, he would always disappear for about a week to travel to a place, and then return with postcards to place in front of her tombstone.

Six years after Wen Song's passing, Meng Shuang celebrated her 60th birthday.

Jiang Huaichuan did his best and even made up for Wen Song's gift.

That was Wen Song's last wish, and also the thing she entrusted to him.

That day, he instructed Wen Qingxun to take good care of his parents in the future.

Another spring has arrived, and Jiang Huaichuan picks up his pen and writes the words "last will and testament" on a blank sheet of paper.

My heart is heavy.

He wrote a lot of words, but only the last sentence was: Please don't be sad for me. This is a relief for me. I can't help it. I miss her so much. I can't forget the way she lay quietly in my arms and stopped breathing. After I die, bury me with her!

That night, Jiang Huaichuan swallowed a bunch of pills whose names he couldn't even recall.

I felt nauseous after drinking it.

Gradually, the pain in his abdomen came over him. He curled up, his expression pained, his vision blurred, as if he could see Wen Song coming to greet him in the distance.

Seven years is too hard to endure, but how did she get through the other nine?

Wen Song.

The spring breeze cannot diminish my longing.

Our ending shouldn't have been like this.

So, I've come to find you.

In your favorite spring.

Our paths crossed briefly, and as the tide receded at the end, we paid tribute to this love.

Wen Song died of illness in the winter of her 30th year, and her lover Jiang Huaichuan committed suicide by swallowing pills in the spring of his 37th year.

This story is finished. I believe that they will love each other again in their next life.