Zhao Lihua understood what it meant.
She is not a virgin who does not know anything about sex between man and woman.
And because she understood everything, some images involuntarily popped up in her mind.
A small horse, a big cart...
Odd, yet possessed a different kind of beauty.
Chen Haoran made a lot of sense, but, she could never be with Chen Haoran.
Firstly, there was a 23-year age gap, no future.
Secondly, Chen Haoran's looks and height were average, something she would not have been interested in when she was younger, and he was just an immature child; his confession was probably driven by hormonal teenage fantasies.
If she agreed to be with him, it would be an extremely irresponsible act towards both herself and him.
However, the kind-hearted Zhao Lihua ultimately couldn't bear to crush Chen Haoran.
The boy was from a single-parent family and lacked affection, thinking of which made Zhao Lihua feel overwhelmed by maternal feelings.
She couldn't hurt the child any further, it looked like she could only use an adult's method to solve the issue, cold treatment.
First say she needed some time to think it over, and then delay, gradually, it would come to nothing, after all, she probably wouldn't see him many times in a lifetime.
"Honey, can you give auntie some time to think it over?"
"I will give you an answer after some time."
Chen Haoran knew that now was about the right time; if he kept on pestering her, it would backfire.
As a 41-year-old middle-aged woman, particularly one who has been through a lot and is experienced and intellectual.
Her thoughts were more often inclined towards rationality.
So, there was no need for him to continue now.
After all, he would see Aunt Zhao again tomorrow.
"Alright then, Aunt Zhao."
"Let's add each other on QQ."
"Okay."
Though she wanted to break off contact with Chen Haoran directly, thinking about the pitiful circumstances of the boy.
She still took out her smartphone and exchanged QQ with Chen Haoran.
Zhao Lihua's QQ ID was very poetic, named Evening Fishing Song.
And Chen Haoran's QQ ID made him feel an urge to itch his feet, Forgotten Love.
"Aunt Zhao, don't refuse me when I try to chat with you."
"Hmm..."
...
After the two left the teahouse.
Zhao Lihua asked, "Chen Haoran, should auntie take you home?"
Glancing at the roses on the passenger seat, the image of Chen Haoran confessing to her flashed through Zhao Lihua's mind.
"No need, Auntie, I can get back by myself, my home isn't far from here."
"I was actually planning to spend some time on the internet."
"But, I always have this feeling, Aunt Zhao, that we will meet again soon."
Chen Haoran was aware that a woman probably believed in fate.
"Why?"
Zhao Lihua was also very curious.
"Maybe it's fate, sixth sense, maybe it's just my imagination."
Zhao Lihua smiled gently, she felt that Chen Haoran's impulse towards her would soon vanish.
The child still fancied internet cafes, utterly childish.
After watching Zhao Lihua leave, Chen Haoran sent a QQ message to his best friend Wang Juncheng.
"Meet at Fantasy Internet Cafe."
"I'm on my way, brother."
Chen Haoran didn't go straight home, because his mother was still at work, and it was quite inconvenient to use the internet on the phone, particularly the limited QQ functions of the flip phone.
He wanted to see if he could find Lin Xinyue's QQ ID; the 18-year-old Lin Xinyue, what was she doing?
Since he had come back to life, he could not let her down no matter what.
The tragedies of Lin Xinyue and Xu Meiling mother and daughter, this time, must not repeat at any cost.
Having arrived at Fantasy Internet Cafe, Chen Haoran habitually opened a temporary session.
Not long after he had sat down, Wang Juncheng came over with two bottles of Coca-Cola.
"Here, one for each of us."
Chen Haoran looked at his best friend and felt a warmth in his heart.
This guy was even more ordinary than himself, the kind of person who would vanish completely in a crowd.
His most vivid memory of Wang Juncheng was of him being a hardcore internet addict!
He spent all his time online, scrimping on his meal money to pay for internet fees, and no matter how hungry he got, he insisted on buying himself a bottle of Coke while surfing the web.
After graduation, Wang Juncheng's biggest hope was to start a family.
But being as poor and commonplace as he was, this dream was virtually unattainable.
Latter, after giving up on marriage and saving some money, he bought a Cadillac CT5 and simply lived the life of the Bath Emperor.
As for all the talk about being bullied in a nursing home in old age and being lonely, well, whatever!
Every time the gold-medal masseuse 'danced' over someone's body,
All worries are forgotten!
There's nothing truer in the friendship between men than this.
Latter, when he was down on his luck, he didn't tell Wang Juncheng, but once Wang Juncheng found out about his predicament, he didn't say a word, sold his Cadillac, and lent him two hundred thousand.
Having been reborn, seeing his good brother without worries, only concerned with surfing the web, felt truly great.
"Chen Haoran, you looked so cool today, directly confessing to Zhang Yiwen's mom, you didn't notice Zhang Yiwen's expression!"
"I heard, she was chatting with that bastard Tang Zixuan, planning to reject you. She didn't private message you to call off your confession."
"Your move was genius!"
"A finishing blow, it was definitely a finishing blow!"
Speaking, Wang Juncheng seemed to suddenly remember something.
"Right, did Aunt Zhao agree?"
"What are you thinking, how could she agree?"
"Here, take this to buy half a year worth of Big Cannon."
Chen Haoran pulled out a hundred Yuan note from his pocket and slapped it in front of Wang Juncheng.
This guy always yammered about how cool it would be to blow things up with a Big Cannon during his breaks.
"No way, Chen Haoran, you didn't rob a place, did you?"
"That's not the way to go, man!"
"It's illegal!"
"Cut the crap, it's from my mom. Go top up some QQ Coins."
After going back and forth for quite a while,
Wang Juncheng finally went to the counter and asked the internet cafe manager to top up 100 QQ Coins, which he used to buy half a year's worth of Big Cannon in the CF mall.
"Now I want to see which grandchild dares to face me at the center gate!"
"Log in, let's go play Blast mode together, you be the defender, and we'll share info."
Chen Haoran just smiled.
"You go ahead, I have something else to do. You play first, I'll log on later."
The ever-enthusiastic Wang Juncheng didn't bother to ask what Chen Haoran was going to do.
"Awesome, awesome, find some gold!"
...
Inhaling the smoky air of the dingy internet cafe, Chen Haoran logged into his QQ account.
With some trepidation, he began searching for Lin Xinyue's QQ number.
Chen Haoran remembered that Lin Xinyue's QQ number was given to her by Xu Meiling.
He wondered, who was the current owner of this QQ number—Lin Xinyue or Xu Meiling?
Would getting to know her early cause any butterfly effect?
After clicking search, the familiar QQ number appeared, found by Chen Haoran.
He clicked on the option to add a friend.
Feeling somewhat lost, Chen Haoran hesitated.
"Hello."
Finally, he typed out two words and sent the friend request.