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The Healing Sunshine (一厘米的阳光) — Chapter 3.2

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Week 2 of 5 where there are three updates in the week.

Jì Chengyang gives her a present. Unfortunately, she’s still a really young kid and doesn’t know some basic stuff. Poor girl. The last two lines break my heart. 😦

Chapter 3.2 — Too Many Things of the Past (2)

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“Her?” Jì Chengyang did not take this too seriously. “She’s the type that’s thoughtless and doesn’t really take things to heart or care. Who knows? She might have already forgotten about it by today.”

Out of habit, she nodded her head, but then her mind suddenly caught up. “She’s actually not that thoughtless and does care. Last year when you called her, you didn’t talk to her for even three minutes, and she was sad about it for a long time.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Well, then, next time I’ll give her a four-minute phone call. I’ll time it.”

“……”

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Holding the coffee cup, Jǐ Yi followed him out of the kitchen.

All of a sudden, there was the sound of a beeping pager. While she was still searching around with her eyes, Jì Chengyang was already one step ahead, striding over to the couch and picking up his down jacket. Fishing out his pager from the pocket, he glanced at it, and then his brows furrowed together slightly. He seemed somewhat displeased.

Without saying a word, he picked up Jǐ Yi’s home telephone, wanting to call back. Jǐ Yi, however, reached out a hand and pressed down on the switchhook, hanging up the line.

Jì Chengyang gave a slight lift of his brows.

“This one’s the internal military line.” Jǐ Yi picked up the handset of another telephone and handed it to him. “This phone dials outside lines.”

Understanding, he took the receiver from her and dialed a string of digits that made up a telephone number. As Jǐ Yi sat on the couch with her ears pricked up, she could hear that Jì Chengyang was only holding the telephone, not uttering a word, while from the other end of the line, the voice that came echoing out belonged to a girl and was rather loud.

Eventually, Jì Chengyang simply tossed the receiver onto the table, seeming as if he could not even be bothered to respond to the person, and then picking up the coffee that Jǐ Yi had set on the table, he finished it completely in a few gulps. Unable to figure out what this situation was, Jǐ Yi did not make a sound and only waited there quietly. After a while, she finally saw him pick up the phone again. “I just arrived back in the country. There’s no need for us to meet up alone.”

What did the person on the other end say? She did not know.

There was a pause, and then she heard Little Uncle Jì reply again. “You guys go ahead and do whatever you want for the classmate gathering. I don’t want to be involved in the organizing. Just have Wang Haoran tell me the time and place and that will be fine.”

The telephone was hung up. His mood seemed only so-so.

Shortly after, he left.

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A couple of days later, Jǐ Yi received an unexpected New Year’s gift. It was a bunny.

She and Nuannuan were each given one. It was not known where Jì Chengyang had managed to find these pure white bunnies that appeared to have been born not long ago. While he was at it, he had even given them cages to go along with the bunnies. Nuannuan played with hers for an afternoon and then tossed it aside somewhere. Jǐ Yi, on the other hand, was very patient and took the little bunny out to the balcony to take in some sunshine. After a while, she also brought her own towel over and wiped the bunny’s four little feet.

In the afternoon, after she had taken a shower, she suddenly on a whim decided to bathe the bunny as well.

When the bath was done, she began to sense that something was not right.

The bunny had started to tremble. Even after its fur was blown dry, it still quivered incessantly. In the beginning, she thought it was cold and had wrapped her quilt around it, soothing it in a soft voice. Later, though, she realized more and more that something was wrong. The bunny was actually beginning to convulse.

Jǐ Yi was truly terrified now. She dared not leave the house, so picking up the telephone, she called Nuannuan’s home.

“Jǐ Yi?” Nuannuan could hear that it was Jǐ Yi. “What’s up? You miss me?”

“Is your little uncle there?” She was a little nervous, afraid that something really was wrong with the bunny.

“Yup, he is. Just wait.”

When the telephone was handed over to Jì Chengyang, her voice instantly could not stay normal anymore and began to carry a sobbing tone of anxiousness. “Little Uncle Jì, the bunny you gave me… seems sick. Can you come take a look?”

Jì Chengyang hung up the phone straightaway and went downstairs to see.

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That tiny bunny was basically already at the point where, apart from shivering, it gave no response whatsoever. Cupping the bunny in his hand, he touched its still slightly damp fur and then immediately understood where the problem lay.

“This bunny was born not long ago. I reckon it was badly chilled from being given a bath in the winter.”

Jǐ Yi stared blankly for a moment, but then her face soon paled. “It’s almost not even shaking anymore…”

Looking at her reddened eyes, Jì Chengyang suddenly became somewhat vexed. He did not know whether he was angry with himself that he had just ended up making her sad by giving her a bunny, or frustrated that her reaction now was undoubtedly to blame herself again… As he enveloped the bunny in both his hands, he did not say a word. And so, Jǐ Yi did not detect his anger at all and only increasingly cast the blame on herself, that her need for cleanliness was so much that she had ended up harming a bunny.

As her thoughts turned to the worst-case scenario, there was a slight quaver in her voice. “Little Uncle Jì…”

“All right! The bunny is going to be fine!”

Tears had been spinning in her eyes to begin with, and now, with this sharp shout from him, they spilled over.

He was suddenly somewhat taken aback with himself, not knowing what exactly he was doing. Reaching out his hand, he brushed away her tears. Immediately, his fingers were dampened. He was a grown man; what was he yelling at a kid for?

He paused dazedly for a brief moment before lowering his voice. “Jǐ Yi, it’s okay. You’re a good girl. I don’t blame you.”

Unable to come up with any other ideas, he unfastened the buttons of his flannel shirt and held the bunny to his chest, directly against his skin, hoping he could use his body heat to revive it. It was still winter, after all, and even with indoor heating, holding an icy-cold bunny like this was not a pleasant experience. It was evident Jǐ Yi still had not recovered. She wiped away her tears, but when she saw Jì Chengyang with his shirt half open, his skin exposed to the air, she felt even more guilt-ridden.

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Jì Chengyang was mulling over the wording on how he could comfort her when the doorbell unexpectedly rang.

Seeing that Jǐ Yi, her eyes red, was concerned only with the bunny, he stood and walked over to the door. Through the peephole, he saw who was outside. A frown abruptly appeared between his brows.

When he opened the door, before he could even speak, a slender, fair arm had already appeared first and clutched his arm. “Jì Chengyang, you just left me there in your home…”

Jì Chengyang lifted his right arm to block that woman’s hand. “Just how long are you going to keep causing all this fuss?”

Noticing his half-open shirt, the woman’s eyes seemed to turn crimson, and as if she truly wanted to fight him until a victor was decided, she shoved at him. “Who is Jǐ Yi? Tell me, how come I never knew about her before?”

“Su Yan.” Jì Chengyang’s left hand still needed to attend to the bunny, while his right hand was still blocking this woman’s hand. Narrowing his eyes, he was unable to conceal his anger anymore. “Besides thinking about guys and girls and relationships every day, what else do you know? Don’t…”

Su Yan at last caught sight of Jǐ Yi. She froze in shock.

Jǐ Yi was standing in the living room and watching them, also long since stunned.

In contrast to them, a man behind Su Yan poked out his head and took a glance at Jǐ Yi. As if suddenly remembering something from the past, he laughed. “Xixi?’

Such a big and tall person…

Jǐ Yi discovered that she actually did have some sort of impression in her memory of this man.

It was merely a vaguely familiar feeling. But where exactly had it come from? She did not know.

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And so, the misunderstanding was resolved.

The burning fury of that woman named Su Yan turned into embarrassment.

Fortunately, there was that man named Wang Haoran, who sighingly provided an explanation, saying that when Su Yan heard Nuannuan mention something about “he’s going to find Jǐ Yi,” Su Yan had made up an excuse, slipped out the door, and found her way downstairs. It was a good thing he had followed her out.

“But I’ve got to say, Su Yan, why were you acting like you were trying to catch someone in the act of having an affair? She’s just a little girl. Geez… You’ve scared her.” Wang Haoran stepped in to smooth things over, playing the role of peacemaker.

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This young auntie… or maybe it was big sister, was Little Uncle Jì’s girlfriend?

But from the looks of things, she did not really seem like it, either.

That look in her eyes was more like when a girl in her grade pursued a boy and tried to win him over…

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Jì Chengyang seemed as if he did not really want to continue talking to them, and Su Yan’s eyes were still a little red.

Jǐ Yi heard Wang Haoran whisper pacifyingly to Jì Chengyang. “All these years, whenever Su Yan encounters something that has to do with you, she’ll just lose her calm and do dumb things. It’s not like you don’t know this. Just forget it, forget it. But, Chengyang, what are you doing in the middle of winter with your clothes half undone?”

Blowing out a light breath, Jì Chengyang let him look at the bunny in his arms.

“Well, hello. Since when did you become so filled with love and compassion?” Wang Haoran stroked the little rabbit—it was cold. “Is it dead?”

Jǐ Yi’s heart dropped, and she hurriedly looked toward Jì Chengyang.

Jì Chengyang flicked a glance at Wang Haoran.

By intuition, Wang Haoran could sense that he had said the wrong thing. Though he did not know what was wong, he immediately changed his course with the winds and switched topics. Beamingly, he looked at Jǐ Yi. “Little Xixi, do you remember me?”

Jǐ Yi looked up into his eyes. “I seem… to have seen you before.”

“Our little kid here has a pretty good memory.” Wang Haoran ruffled her head. “At the time, you were still especially small. I remember you were hugging a doll and crouched outside underneath the windowsill of this building, not saying anything. Do you remember? I talked to you. At the time, this…” He did not know how Jǐ Yi addressed Jì Chengyang and just arbitrarily said, “… this Big Brother Jì of yours was there, too.”

… She seemed to remember now.

Back then, her dad and mama were finally back for a hard-to-come-by visit but then ended up saying that they were going to leave again in the afternoon. Consequently, she had come up with an idea—she planned to pretend to run away from home, thinking that maybe this would cause them to bring her home with them. She had been scared, though, that if she ran too far, Dad and Mama would not be able to find her. So, she could only hug her favourite dolly and hide outside by the windowsill. In the end, she had waited for more than an hour, but no one had even noticed she was missing and come looking for her.

Later, she had sobbingly returned home of her own accord… In between that time, it seemed there had been a big brother-like boy who had spoken to her. She could not recall what exactly he had said, but she did recall that that big brother had big, big eyes and looked kind of like a girl.

The expression on her face reflected her sudden flash of realization, but she truly only remembered that person who had spoken to her and did not recall that Jì Chengyang had also been there.

Wang Haoran was able to guess that she now remembered. “You finally remember? So young and already running away from home. You tell me yourself, just how much worry do you cause people, kid?”

She did not speak, looking instead at Jì Chengyang.

Seeming to understand her question, Jì Chengyang nodded. “That was the first time I saw you.”

It turned out… that was actually the first time.

This time, Jǐ Yi did actually want to try hard to remember what age she had been when that happened.

But back then, she had simply been too young, and the memory truly was hazy.

Thanks to these two guests who seemed to have dropped in from the sky, though, Jì Chengyang had an excuse to take that bunny that already was nearly dead and leave with it.

Before he left, he comforted Jǐ Yi, “I’ll help this bunny get better for sure.”

Jǐ Yi was roughly able to deduce what the ending would be. However, in front of those two strangers, she did not cry anymore. With an “mm,” she saw them all out the door, saying, “Uncles, Auntie, bye.”

Wang Haoran was utterly amused at this and, in the end, even jokingly griped to Jì Chengyang, “I’m just older than her by ten years. Why am I suddenly being called ‘Uncle’? I’ll say, Jì Chengyang, this seniority ranking of yours is just too high. You’ve turned me old with it, too, with the way she’s addressing me.”

Jì Chengyang was pondering on something unknown to anyone but himself and gave only an arbitrary reply. “Do whatever you feel like. You can have her call you Big Brother. Then you can be like her and call me Uncle.”

Wang Haoran was so irked he gave a guffaw. “I’ll say, Jì Chengyang, why is it the way you talk always declares you need your ass kicked?”

In the end, the bunny did not survive.

The next day, Jì Chengyang brought over tanghulu[1] [candied fruit on a stick] for her, the type where the hawthorns were stuffed with red bean paste. He watched her eat it, all the while not speaking. Jǐ Yi could approximately guess what he wanted to say. After biting off half a hawthorn berry, she suddenly stopped and brought that remaining half that was stuffed full with red bean paste up beside his lips. “This red bean paste is really yummy.”

From now on, I’m never going to cry in front of you again.

I want anyone who is kind to me to only see me smile.

Red-bean-paste-filled tanghulu (Image credit)

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[1]糖葫芦 “tang hu lu.” Tanghulu, traditionally, are candied red hawthorn berries on a stick. However, there are modern variations that can involve all different types of fruit, such as strawberries, pineapples, grapes, etc. The type that Jì Chengyang bought for Jǐ Yi is a spin on the classic version by stuffing the hawthorn berries with red bean paste before stringing them onto a stick.

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14 thoughts on “The Healing Sunshine (一厘米的阳光) — Chapter 3.2

  1. This novel really tugs at the heart strings! Thanks for your work!

    • It does… that’s why I said I needed to make sure I was mentally prepared before I could start translating this one. 🙂
      You’re welcome!

  2. T.T I remember why I couldn’t keep listening to the audiobook… I also felt sad after, and I already don’t prefer audiobooks as is.

    • I actually don’t love audiobooks, either. There are a few that have proven to be an exception, but I prefer to read my own books. I love radio dramas, though.
      The feeling of melancholy does get lessen as Ji Yi grows up. 🙂

  3. Hoju, I’ve written my piece to MBFB in one of the previous posting. do you want me to cut, copy and paste to the above link?
    Sorry, I got carried away and missed writing it in the correct page.

  4. ..From now on, I’m never going to cry in front of you again.
    I want anyone who is kind to me to only see me smile..

    Guh, the ending. This novel is so beautifully written. It simple yet poignant and, ofc, addictive. It never failed to twist and knot my heart whenever I read it, and this is my fifth. Now that Ji Yi came up with resolution to never weep in front of JCY, I wept for her. T_T

    On the upper note, I love JCY dry humor by listening and promising JY that he’d call Nuannuan 4 mins instead of 3.. *lol*
    And the way he couldn’t see JY sad or blaming herself because of the bunny was a telling of JY position in his life, without he realized it.

    Thanks for another heart warming and tugging chapter, my dear. ❤❤❤

    • That resolution actually has quite a bit of significance. It’s not just maturity. More on that later, perhaps… 🙂

      He already is treating Ji Yi as someone he wants to care for. It probably started out as pity for the little girl who is constantly neglected, but eventually, things will take root.

      You’re welcome. 🙂

  5. A very beautiful and caring thought at the end 🙂.

    Thank you for the chapter, Hoju 🙂.

    • It is… and also a reflection of Ji Yi’s personality and desire to protect the relationships she has. 🙂
      You’re welcome!

  6. JY is way too mature for her age…

    • Sadly, in most aspects, yes… The maturity came with a price.
      And in the odd thing, she has retained such innocence because no one has taught certain things to her.

  7. I’ve been crying for the past few chapters. Ugh JY really holds a special place in my heart. I don’t even care about the male lead. I just want her to be happy and loved

  8. Oh my God who the heck is cutting onions!!!!! T0T

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