You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

Jiang Che was both amused and exasperated; so that's why he hesitated for so long.

"If you like accounting, then apply for accounting. You don't have to revolve around me in everything. It makes me look useless. I need my wife's help to manage the company."

Su Qinghe disagreed with him, saying, "You can manage it all by yourself, but it must be exhausting. Wouldn't it be better to have me helping you?"

"And I just want to revolve around you, is that not allowed? Is that not allowed?"

Faced with Su Qinghe's questioning, Jiang Che immediately raised his hands in surrender, "Of course, I can't wait for my wife to be around me every day."

"Then... I'll fill in accounting."

"Um!"

After receiving a positive answer, Su Qinghe nodded and her fingers flew across the keyboard.

My first choice is Beijing University, School of Economics and Management, Accounting.

For her second choice, she applied to the Financial Management program at Peking University, and her other options were similar programs at other universities in Beijing.

After filling it out, Su Qinghe checked it four or five times over, even pointing to each piece of code with her finger to verify it, afraid that she might have made a mistake somewhere.

After confirming that everything was correct, I clicked submit.

The moment the confirmation window popped up, Su Qinghe stared at the screen for several seconds in a daze.

Beijing University.

She and A-Che are really going to the same university.

……

After they finished filling out their college applications, their lives began to change.

After Jiang Che returned to his apartment at noon that day, he called Bai Yuning and asked her to help him contact a moving company.

Bai Yuning: I'm telling you, bro, do you not have hands or a mouth? You really need me to do this? Can't you just call a delivery truck yourself?

Jiang Che: [Transfer 10,000 yuan]

Bai Yuning: My dear little brother, I was just being too loud. I'll go take care of it right away~

Over the next few days, Jiang Che contacted people in Beijing to look at apartments while slowly tidying up his belongings in the apartment.

Su Qinghe also helped out, busying herself with various tasks.

Although she didn't say it, Jiang Che could tell that the girl was somewhat reluctant to leave Lincheng.

After all, this apartment was the first real "home" in her life.

In the kitchen was a little yellow duck timer she bought, on the balcony were quilts drying in the sun, and by the bedroom window hung a seashell wind chime she brought back from Xiamen.

Each of these items bears the traces of her life with Jiang Che.

But Su Qinghe only sighed briefly before quickly tidying up everything that needed to be tidied up.

Anyway, it's not like I won't be coming back, so there's no need to be so sad.

Moreover, after moving to the capital, they will have a new home, where she and A-Che can decorate their little home together.

This is obviously something that makes people happy just by thinking about it.

On the eve of the move, Su Qinghe squatted next to the cardboard boxes in the living room, doing a final check to see if there was anything she had forgotten to pack.

After checking everything, Su Qinghe went into the bedroom and picked up her notebook, which was filled with her daily notes, from the table to look through it.

Each page was covered with dense text, interspersed with stickers, receipts, dried flower petals, and the like.

There are postcards from Xiamen, photo booth pictures taken with Jiang Che at the night market, and a photo of a silver ring engraved with J and S.

Su Qinghe held the ledger to her chest for a while, then carefully put it into the innermost part of her bag.

This is more important than anything else; it must be kept safe.

……

mid-July.

The day to move has arrived.

After sealing the last cardboard box, Jiang Che stood in the empty living room and looked around.

Large furniture such as sofas were covered with dust cloths in advance, while other small items were packed into cardboard boxes by Jiang Che, waiting for Lalamove's movers to come and take them away.

The apartment, which was originally full of warm and cozy atmosphere, was suddenly left with only a desolate and cold feeling.

Su Qinghe stood at the entrance, changed into her white sneakers, and glanced back at the empty living room.

Her gaze moved from the sofa covered by a dust cloth to the clothesline on the balcony, and then to the kitchen doorway.

In this very kitchen, A-Che made her soft-boiled eggs, brewed brown sugar ginger tea, and they even baked cakes together.

Apart from the kitchen, every other room is filled with different beautiful memories between her and A-Che.

Su Qinghe pursed her lips and gently sniffed.

Jiang Che slung his backpack over his shoulder and, seeing her standing there motionless, walked up behind her and asked, "What's wrong? Can't bear to part with it?"

Su Qinghe nodded. "Hmm... a little bit."

Jiang Che casually comforted her, saying, "Hey, it's not like it's been sold. The house is still there. You can come back and live here anytime you want."

"Okay~"

Su Qinghe suppressed her sadness and smiled slightly. "Let's go, A-Che."

Jiang Che put the keys in his pocket, then took Su Qinghe's hand and walked out of the apartment.

The security door behind him clicked shut.

The door that closed didn't shut out the past, but rather a part of life that had been carefully preserved.

……

The city was very hot in mid-July, but the airport's air conditioning was on full blast, to the point that it was a bit cold.

Su Qinghe sneezed slightly from the cold as soon as she entered the waiting hall.

Jiang Che took a light jacket out of his backpack and handed it to her. Su Qinghe obediently took it and put it on, then put her hand back into Jiang Che's palm.

After boarding, Su Qinghe leaned against the porthole and looked out for a while.

As the plane taxied, the outline of Lincheng receded gradually from view.

High-rise buildings, green belts, and the park where she and Jiang Che once strolled, faintly visible in the distance.

Su Qinghe silently said in her heart: Lincheng, I will come back.

Then she rested her head on Jiang Che's shoulder and quietly closed her eyes.

The flight time is two and a half hours.

Su Qinghe woke up after sleeping for more than an hour, rubbing her eyes and asking Jiang Che, "Have we arrived yet?"

"Almost there, about forty minutes left."

Su Qinghe said "Oh," and then began to fidget in her seat.

She would touch her hair, look down at her clothes, and then secretly take out a mirror from her bag to look at her face.

Jiang Che glanced at her sideways. "What are you doing?"

"Let me check if I've left any marks on my face." Su Qinghe brought the mirror close to her cheek to examine herself. "What if I have a red mark on my face when I see Uncle Liu later? That would be so embarrassing..."

"What's so embarrassing? It's not like you've never met Uncle Liu before. He won't care if you have a mark on your face."

"That won't do either." Su Qinghe put the mirror away and started straightening her collar. "It's been a long time. Uncle Liu is an elder, so he should at least look presentable."