I took my passport and walked into the boarding gate. He tried to follow but was stopped by staff.
“Bao Bing!” He called anxiously. “Wait, I have something to tell you! It’s important!”
The luggage in my hand felt like a thousand-pound stone.
“Kiddo, I love you!” Tears flowed down my face.
“Give me three minutes; I’ll tell you the truth… three minutes, just three minutes.”
This was his final request, and I didn’t give it to him.
I whispered softly to myself: “Senior brother, I’m leaving. Believe me, there won’t be a more painful hurt than this…”
Later, I often wondered what he would have told me if I’d given him three more minutes.
He was a bit dazed and finally said, “Besides you, there will be no one else.” I believed him without doubt. Yin Zhongtian would never speak nonsense; he considered his words carefully and never expressed uncertainty.
My parents often praised Yin Zhongtian for being steady, meticulous, proper in speech and behavior, and sincere with people. I agreed most with one point: he was a trustworthy man.
I leaned back in my chair, waiting for him to start the car and merge onto the main road. Familiar streets passed by, and I smiled faintly, thinking of the patient who had been transferred out that day. When leaving, her husband helped her change clothes and supported her out. She smiled and said to me, “Goodbye.” Some goodbyes are final.
Since Yin Zhongtian had already done the preliminary investigation, we quickly decided on the overall kitchen cabinets and glass sliding doors. With time to spare, we went to look at curtains.
The styles were dazzling: Korean cozy versions, European luxurious versions, and simple vintage versions. “Which one do you like?” he asked.
I examined every style and pointed to one. “Except for this green one, all are good.”
“How about this gray one?” he asked, pointing to a light gray curtain. It was elegant and calm, aligning with Yin Zhongtian’s style.
My gaze shifted back to the left. The light green sheer fabric gently fell to the ground with dark green tassels swaying. A gust of air made the fabric wave—so beautiful!
“Xiao Bing?”
“Ah?” I came back to myself. “Okay! Quite good.”
“Let’s choose this one then.”
