829: C829 Goodbye

C829 Goodbye

Ouyang Qing'an slept very soundly. He seemed to have experienced a lot in his dreams. When he woke up, he realized that it was almost noon.1

The alarm in his heart rang. He quickly got up to look at Xue Xue'er. In the end, she stood at the window not far away with her arms crossed before her chest. She had her back to Ouyang Qing'an and was looking at the scenery outside the window.

Hearing the sound behind her, Xue Xue'er's eyes flickered for a moment before she slowly opened her mouth, "You're awake?"

This was also the first time they chatted since they parted at Wen Hong's house last time. Ouyang Qing'an's eyes were filled with disappointment and bitterness. However, he was still very calm outside.

"En."

He came all the way to Hangzhou not to hear Xue Xue'er say some irrelevant words. Looking at the bustling crowd on the street outside the window, Xue Xue'er felt for the first time that her heart seemed to be empty.

She could not tell what she felt, but she felt that she was not as happy as before. Although the days in Donglin Village were tough, it was very fulfilling and happy. Every day, she would work and attend classes. There were also many little friends accompanying her.

When he came to Beijing, he only had countless worries, troubles, and worries. This rapid life almost made her lose herself. It was also this time that she suddenly understood what she wanted.

"Mr Qing'an, I'm going to France."

She was very certain, even informing him. She did not give him any chance to buffer, and there were no signs before. Ouyang Qing'an's pupils rapidly enlarged, and many unknown factors flashed in his eyes.

He opened his mouth, but many words were still stuck in his throat. In the end, it could only be condensed into one word.

"Okay."

Apart from that, he had no other objections. He was not Xue Xue'er's person and could not make decisions for her. Xue Xue'er making such a decision was not a spur of the moment decision.

She only had a big dream at the moment of life and death. In the dream was Yao Yin and herself, a little four-year-old self.

At that time, she liked shiny things and would always play with Yao Yin's ring. It was a diamond ring with a few carats. The design was average, but the quality was better than the ring.

A little girl like her liked this kind of beautiful thing in her heart. In the past, Yao Yin even teased her whether she wanted to be a jewelry designer or not. Now, she suddenly dreamt again.

Everyone was saying that she was a genius and a mathematical genius. In fact, she was also good at appreciating jewelry. Zhang Lan had previously asked if she wanted to study abroad, but she rejected it.

Now, she thought it through again. She and Ouyang Qing'an needed to calm down. In any case, it would only take a few years for her to go abroad for further studies. Perhaps she could gain more insights after going out for a while.

Xu Fangya and Third Xue supported it. Their daughter had her own thoughts. They were not worried. They only asked her to take good care of themselves. Old Lady Xue, who could not bear to part with her the most, never showed her face from beginning to end. When they were about to board the plane, Zhang Lan rushed over in a hurry.

She carried a thermos in her hand and ran from the airport lobby to the security checkpoint. She did not even have time to catch her breath before she quickly opened the vacuum box. There was a large box of dumplings inside, each wrapped very nicely. It was crystal clear.

Under Xue Xue'er's puzzled gaze, she began to explain, "Our custom is to call the dumplings and welcome the guests. Now that you are going to Paris, I will quickly come and see you off."

Although it was somewhat childish, Xue Xue'er accepted her feelings. She gave Zhang Lan a big hug and even whispered blessings in her ear. In the end, she still barely ate a few and then took the things. She entered the security checkpoint. "Xue Er, good trip" Zhang Lan stood at the back and kept shouting. Until Xue Xue'er's figure disappeared from her sight.

When the plane was about to take off, she turned off her phone.

Everything in Beijing and the Donglin Village had nothing to do with her for the time being.

Goodbye, Ouyang Qing'an.

"Goodbye."

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