RBCT Chapter 851 - 825: This Is the Best Ending
Chapter 851 - 825: This Is the Best Ending
Jingjing and her mother had already walked far ahead, but she suddenly stopped and turned around.
Amidst the bustling crowds at the airport, Qiuqiu and Bai Jin embraced each other from a distance, so far away that Jingjing couldn’t clearly see their faces, but she could sense that they seemed like friends, yet there was something more than friendship between them. They seemed like lovers, but lacked something that lovers have. How peculiar.
Jingjing pressed her chest, feeling a strange emotion inside, and vague images seemed to appear in her memory.
"Jingjing, what’s the matter?" Jingjing’s mother asked worriedly, fearing her daughter would run over, or that she might remember something.
"I just feel that person... was very warm." For the first time, Jingjing felt this way about a "stranger."
"That has nothing to do with us now. That’s his girlfriend, right? He must be doing well." Jingjing’s mother pulled her daughter along as they walked, although she felt a bit guilty towards Qiuqiu too, but people are selfish, hoping Qiuqiu could understand a mother’s heart.
"Yes, as long as he’s doing well. I don’t know why, but knowing he’s doing well makes me feel warm yet slightly uncomfortable..." Jingjing had never felt such complex emotions.
But as she and her mother walked through another exit, these feelings were left behind; Jingjing and Qiuqiu were ultimately two parallel lines, though subconsciously they both felt happy for each other’s happiness.
Qian stood on another side, gazing distantly at this scene, her angle perfectly capturing the panorama of Qiuqiu and Jingjing.
Yu Minglang stood beside her, holding her hand, translating Jingjing’s lip movements for Qian.
"Pretty good, this girl is now recovering well, seems like she should have a normal life now."
Qian nodded, for Qiuqiu and Jingjing to develop to this point was already quite good. Though they’d forget each other in the end, subconsciously they’d always wish each other well.
Yu Minglang, feeling quite touched, said something to Qian that seemed inexplicable to her. "Darling, I find your high fees not unreasonable at all, especially compared to that 200,000 just now, you’re simply a living Bodhisattva."
"Ah? Why suddenly bring this up?" Qian was puzzled.
"With you, they can use money to buy health, but your money can’t buy their feelings."
As a doctor, Qian was different from other doctors.
If an obstetrician met someone they delivered on the street, they would certainly receive a warm greeting, thanking the doctor for the delivery, perhaps mentioning how old the child was now.
For most doctors, a patient’s gratitude also provides professional satisfaction.
But psychological counselors are different; some of their patients, after stepping out, would pretend not to recognize them on the street; no one wants to admit they once had psychological issues.
Although these people are grateful to their psychological counselors, many, like Jingjing, choose not to acknowledge them intentionally or unintentionally forget passively.
"I’m okay; I’m not an exhibitionist personality, I don’t care too much about others’ recognition, I view these things lightly."
"Exhibitionist personality?"
"Yes, like some actors, some writers, artists are more likely to have exhibitionist personalities, especially eager for others’ recognition. I once met a well-known writer who had many honors but suffered depression due to a few readers’ bad reviews and eventually jumped off a building."
Qian thought of a writer she particularly liked in her previous life.
"You mean, exhibitionist personalities can only listen to compliments? They can’t handle any criticism?" Yu Minglang thought, is this what people mean by being too sensitive?
"You could also understand that exhibitionist personalities build their self-esteem based on others’ approval, overly concerned about others’ opinions, fearing dislike from others. The probability is four times higher in women than men, and this personality is particularly common in the entertainment industry. Only 2% have exhibitionist personalities, but aside from these individuals overly concerned about others’ opinions, most ordinary people still care about others’ opinions, just not to the point of morbidity."
So Bai Jin would feel so much pain, just because she cares, cares too much.
Yu Minglang smiled; she spoke lightly, but he knew she still cared, just not to the degree of exhibitionist personality.
In the human inner world, there’s a line — genius on the left, madness on the right; caring too much turns into pathological, while too little care feels cold-blooded. She perfectly treads the line, rescuing those who might be geniuses or the mad.
If Qian truly didn’t care, she wouldn’t feel down to the point of drinking after some therapy, a habit she improved after Yu Minglang helped boost her mood adjustment ability.
Whenever Yu Minglang stood alongside Qian, witnessing her practice medicine and save lives, he felt a sense of mission. His existence is to make her happy, just like Qiuqiu and Bai Jin; what others think doesn’t matter, having her company is enough.
When Bai Jin and Qiuqiu returned, Qiuqiu had already changed his dirty clothes, using several packs of wet wipes to wipe himself clean and smell-free, appearing anew, like old friends with Bai Jin.
After going out, something different grew between them, everyone could see it, yet considerately no one asked.
From initial misunderstanding and mutual rejection, to later empathy and shared fate, just as Qian said, human feelings change daily. Currently not a pair, who knows what future changes await?
Qiuqiu could no longer see Jingjing’s figure, but he felt no sadness.
In the many years past, Qiuqiu always fantasized about if he met Jingjing again, what kind of emotion he’d feel; if he’d dramatically burst into tears upon seeing her, or face silence, or be hurt by Jingjing’s cold reaction, silently returning to drink.
Today counted as finally unraveling the knot, meeting with a faint smile, giving a sincere blessing; that was enough, knowing she’s leading a good life, his heart’s knot was untied.
Goodbye, Jingjing he once liked, the unforgettable white dress in his memory eventually faded from sight, without heartbreak, only tranquility.
Returning home, Yu Minglang sent Qian back home and immediately returned to the army; he was indeed very busy.
Qiuqiu, upon coming home, changed his phone and moved out of the rented house he originally lived in, afraid his father might bind him again; having experienced it once was enough.
Qian slept a beauty sleep at home, waking up the next day to find several missed calls on her silenced phone.
Missed calls from Mr Liu, and a message from Yu Minglang.
Qian first opened Yu Minglang’s message and smiled.
Upon opening the door, she saw breakfast sent by him hanging on the doorknob, packed in thermal containers.
Moving to the residential area of the military camp had the benefit of hanging things casually on doors without worrying about theft, with him busy on duty unable to return home, even though home was within minutes walking, he couldn’t return.
Though absent, his heart was present.
Pouring the warm millet porridge into a bowl, paired with the camp’s refreshing side dishes, Qian prepared to call her teacher back using her phone.