At this moment, Ye Yuan felt both grateful and touched. He hesitated for a few seconds before timidly walking towards Yu Qingyan.
His voice trembled slightly, as if he was afraid that saying the wrong word would cause his emotions to overflow from his chest:
"I… I thank you. Thank you for helping… my family."
Yu Qingyan smiled slightly, his eyes were strangely gentle. He tilted his head and replied as lightly as the wind:
"It's nothing, it's just what should be done."
After saying that, Yu Qingyan reached out and gently stroked Ye Yuan's head, the action was so natural that it made Ye Yuan blush unconsciously. In that moment, his heart trembled slightly and he thought to himself:
"It's just like him… so gentle, so kind."
Just as the atmosphere was still a bit warm, Ye Yuan's mother spoke up, her voice still trembling with emotion:
"That's right, what's your name? Can you tell me?"
Yu Qingyan smiled and politely replied,
"Yes, my name is Yu Qingyan."
After hearing this, Ye Yuan's mother smiled gently,
"Your name is really beautiful."
He also smiled, his voice gentle yet still polite:
"Thank you for your compliment."
She nodded, as if remembering something, then continued, her voice full of affection:
"Then can you call me Qingyan?"
He was stunned for a moment, but still nodded and smiled, replying,
"Yes, okay. As long as you feel comfortable."
On the surface, he still kept a gentle smile, but in his heart, he was secretly annoyed - this old woman asked so many questions, it was so annoying.
Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, Ye Yuan's mother spoke again:
"Qingyan, it's time to eat, can you stay and eat with us?"
Yu Qingyan paused for a moment, then quickly waved his hand:
"No, if I stay, I will bother you and my uncle."
He spoke politely, but in his heart he secretly despised him: "You want me to eat in this shabby place? Dream on."
Seeing him firmly refuse, Ye Yuan's mother nodded, her voice gentle:
"Then be careful when you get home."
Yu Qingyan smiled and replied: "Yes!"
Before leaving, he turned back, took out an envelope and stuffed it into Ye Yuan's father's hand.
"This is not a large amount of money, but it's not small either, but it's enough for me to buy medicine and take care of my family."
Ye Yuan's father was momentarily stunned. Although he was poor, he was still a reasonable person, immediately frowned, and returned the envelope:
"No, you can't. You've helped my family like this, it's already precious. I can't accept any more money."
Yu Qingyan looked at him, the corner of his lips still holding a smile, but deep in his eyes flashed a cold light.
"I gave it to you to help the family get through the difficult times. If I come to visit in the future, no one will mind staying overnight. So it's even, don't worry."
Hearing him speak so tactfully, Ye Yuan's father could only remain silent. After a moment of hesitation, he finally nodded slightly:
"Then… I thank you, Qingyan."
Yu Qingyan heard this and smiled brightly, replying like a truly kind person:
"It's nothing."
But when he turned around to leave, he felt his shirt being pulled lightly. Yu Qingyan stopped and turned his head.
Ye Yuan was standing there, looking timid, his face slightly bowed, his voice as small as a breeze, stuttering a bit as he spoke:
"I… thank you for everything today. You… please be careful on the road."
Yu Qingyan was slightly surprised, then smiled slightly.
"Um, I know."
His gaze softened for a second, like a fragile ray of light shining through a calm lake.
When Yu Qingyan's figure disappeared, Ye Yuan's parents turned to ask:
"Do you know the boy?"
Being called by surprise, Ye Yuan was a little startled, but then nodded slightly:
"Just a little."
Ye Yuan's father patted his son's shoulder, his voice full of meaning:
"You are lucky to know someone like that. That boy named Yu Qingyan… is a good person, you should know how to cherish him."
Ye Yuan bowed his head slightly, softly replied:
"I know."
Seeing his son like that, he just smiled, then pulled Ye Yuan to sit down on the chair to tell a story. His mother in the kitchen had already started cooking rice, the smell of soup wafting up.
A moment later, the three of them sat down at the dining table.
In the middle of the meal, Ye Yuan suddenly asked:
"Mom, where is your brother?"
His mother heard that and still picked up food but still replied:
"Oh, your brother went on a picnic with the class, he will be back the day after tomorrow, but you asked if something happened?"
Ye Yuan heard that and lowered his eyes slightly and softly replied:
"No, I was just asking."
The atmosphere fell into silence again. Under the dim light, Ye Yuan's face faintly showed a vague sadness, and he thought to himself:
"Indeed... still can't be the same..."
After the meal, he said goodbye to his parents to return to the dormitory. His parents at home only said yes and then each did their own thing, which made Ye Yuan feel a little sad inside...
Outside, the night wind blew gently, carrying a bit of the early autumn chill.
On the way, Ye Yuan unconsciously tightened the strap of his bag.
His heart beat faster for some reason, although he was sad just now, now he felt a little nervous and expectant. The figure of that person kept appearing in his mind, so clear that he just wanted to… quickly see him again.