If Heaven Has Feelings (Chapter 85) Author: hyperX

Author: hyperx
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Chapter 85

Around 2 PM, the domineering SUV was driving towards the seaside. While holding the steering wheel,
I couldn't help but glance to the right out of the corner of my eye.

Mei Yu, wearing a little black dress, sat in the passenger seat, one slender, long leg crossed over the other knee
. Below the hem of her dress, two sections of her shapely, white calves were visible. The 7cm high-heeled RV peep-toe
shoes on her upper foot had been removed, exposing her bare, crystal-clear feet to the air. Mei Yu was bending over,
gently . She said with a hint of resentment, "I haven't exercised in a long time. My physique is definitely not up to par
. I almost twisted my ankle after running a few steps today." "Why don't you take off your shoes and let your feet rest?" I said
with concern, glancing below her skirt.

"This...isn't this inappropriate?" Mei Yu looked at me, then at the window, hesitant.

I knew she always cared a lot about her image, and I definitely wouldn't have dared to make such
a suggestion . But her reserved demeanor was much more relaxed today, and she dared to do
things in front of me that she wouldn't have done before. I was confident in my suggestion.

Sure enough, as I expected, Mei Yu hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took off the shoe from her other foot. Her bare
feet landed on the leather seat, and she hugged her two slender, white legs, as if afraid that the
hem of her skirt, which had tucked up to her crotch, would be exposed.

Seeing her hunched over in the seat, I couldn't help but suggest again, "Mei, you can recline
the backrest and put your feet up on the dashboard; it'll make you feel much more comfortable." Mei glanced out the window; we
were already in the suburbs, surrounded by vast forests and sparse houses. She nodded with some relief,
stretching out her slender, shapely legs and placing them on the imposing dashboard. Then
she adjusted the seat to a comfortable angle, clearly finding this posture much more relaxing.

"Yan, I'm going to rest for a bit. Wake me up when we get there," Mei instructed, then closed her long
eyelashes and began to rest.

The car cruised along the suburban highway. The scorching summer afternoon sun shone on the SUV's windshield,
illuminating the dashboard. In front of the passenger seat, two slender, delicate
feet rested on the black dashboard. The small arches resembled crescent moons, and ten jade-petal-like toenails were embedded in the white
, tender toes. Up the feet were two long, slender legs, as delicate as lotus roots, finally settling into an elegant
little black dress.

Mei Yu seemed to be asleep, her arms crossed over her chest. A black wide-brimmed hat
covered her chest perfectly, concealing her slender upper body within the little black dress. From the side, her features were exquisitely beautiful, as if they had absorbed the essence of mountains and rivers.
Even with her eyes closed, she exuded a noble and unapproachable aura. Her graceful, slender body swayed slightly with the car's
movement , her two long, slender white legs as flawless as naturally sculpted jade.

After an hour's drive, the SUV brought us back to the familiar seaside, stopping in front of the
elegant little white building.

This building, formerly known as "Yueqin Manor," had been renamed. A black, official-style lettering on the white beechwood door
read "Huaihai City Third Dance School." The black iron gate was tightly shut; through the crack, we could
see no one inside, and the music that had been playing earlier was gone. It seemed the school had
entered a period of rest with the summer holidays approaching.

"Mei, would you like to take a walk around here, or do you want to go inside?" I asked, turning to her.

Mei Yu had already gotten out of the passenger seat. After her short rest, she was clearly full of energy.
She walked a few steps near the entrance, then looked up at the lush, green plane trees in the courtyard. With a pleading
tone, she said, "I want to go in, is that alright?" "No problem, it's my pleasure," I smiled, then
walked around the building.

The building was surrounded by cliffs on three sides, with only one side having a door as the entrance. The whitewashed
wall was only about 3 meters high, which was easy for me, but not so easy for Mei Yu. Although I
could help her climb the wall, I didn't want to hurt her delicate hands and long nails, so I
chose another plan. I drove my Land Rover close to the wall, then helped Mei Yu climb onto
the roof , and then jumped onto the wall, reaching out to pick Mei Yu up.

I leaped with Mei Yu in my arms, landing gently on the soft grass in the yard.
Apart from was unharmed. We were now inside the building.

The courtyard wasn't very large. A row of tall plane trees lined the wall, their trunks and
branches suggesting they were decades old. Their massive canopies
completely shaded the courtyard, effectively counteracting the summer heat. Surprisingly, the courtyard was cool and refreshing, a welcome respite from
the oppressive heat .

I followed Mei Yu leisurely, watching her stroll across the green lawn, gently touching the wicker table and chairs placed
there . Sunlight filtered through the plane tree leaves, creating countless dappled patterns on her
skin, highlighting her features. She wore a well-fitting
little black dress, her smooth black hair styled in a bun, a pearl necklace gleaming softly around her neck. Her slender,
white legs moved with elegant grace, like a refined lady from an old movie.

"I didn't expect them to have preserved this place so well." Mei Yu sat down sideways in an old rattan chair, her
fingers tracing the yellowed armrests, and remarked with a touch of emotion.

I sat down opposite Mei Yu, captivated by the sight of her slender, white legs pressed tightly together beneath her skirt. Without asking
, I knew who she meant by "them." During the various political movements after the founding of the People's Republic of China, former entrepreneurs,
factory owners, and businessmen had all consciously nationalized their assets, actively cooperating with socialist transformation.
Mei Yu's mother's family was no exception.

"When I was little, my grandfather often sat in this chair and told me stories," Mei Yu said, her delicate, white right hand
behind her ear, a slight smile playing on her lips, as if she were lost in fond memories of the past.

"My grandfather was a lover of classical Chinese literature. He would tell me stories from the *Book of Poetry*, the *Book of Documents*, and the *Spring and Autumn Annals*,
without considering whether I could understand them at the time. But I was completely captivated when I was little." Listening to Mei Yu's
recollections , I couldn't help but imagine what she was like as a child. I wondered what kind of family upbringing it must have given her to create
this aloof and composed beauty before me.

"Unfortunately, that period was very short. Not long after, he suffered a stroke, and we never came
here for vacation again. It wasn't until I was older that I learned from my mother that they had confiscated Yueqin Manor, they
had taken away my grandfather's calligraphy, paintings, and ancient books, and they had even revoked my grandfather's benefits and the honorary
titles awarded to him after the founding of the People's Republic of China." Her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze lost and forlorn, and her tone gradually lowered.

"After lying in bed for three years, my grandfather passed away. He always wanted to come back here one last time, but even this small wish couldn't be fulfilled." At this point, Mei Yu couldn't help but choke up, and tears welled up in
her phoenix eyes . 　　I remained silent, reaching out to take her slender hand, which rested on the table. Her soft, smooth hand trembled slightly . I gently stroked it with my palm, gradually calming her down. 　　"Look at me, why did I bring this up?" Mei Yu quickly regained her composure, shaking her head somewhat embarrassedly . "Let's go see what's happened to those houses." I nodded, rising to help Mei Yu up. She naturally placed her hand in mine. After the earlier incident, the only barrier between us seemed to have vanished. Like old friends who had known each other for years, we walked hand in hand towards the house. 　　The small white building wasn't very tall; the three-story structure had a fusion of Chinese and Western styles from the last century. The stone -built ground floor had six Greek-style columns, their dignified and elegant shafts bearing the marks of time, silently yet resiliently supporting the entire building. The antique marble corridor was adorned with flowers and green plants. The staircase leading to the second floor was locked, but judging from the bed sheets fluttering on the balconies, the upper floors were likely used as dormitories for students and faculty. 　　I pried open the lock with a wire. The second floor, originally a living room and bedrooms, was completely unrecognizable. Except for the reddish-brown hardwood floors, almost everything had been replaced. The original layout had been transformed into dorm rooms, each with two single beds. Judging from the room's arrangement and furnishings, most of the students were female. 　　In Mei Yu's memory, the third floor had a large study filled with rows of books, her childhood playground . Now, not a single book could be seen, replaced by a haphazard pile of dusty clutter. The former music room also gone; her grandfather's treasured guqin was nowhere to be found, replaced by a pile of damaged Western musical instruments. 　　We didn't see any trace of the past, and Mei Yu's mood became somewhat low. She didn't want to see any more signs of those people living here, so she quickly glanced around and urged us to go downstairs . 　　Standing in the shade downstairs, Mei Yu breathed in the fresh air for a while before she felt a little better. I patiently and considerately stayed by her side, which Mei Yu appreciated. She began to guide and introduce me to the past of Yueqin Manor, acting as the lady of the house. 　　"Over a hundred years ago, this was just a sparsely populated fishing village, far from the resorts and beaches we have today. My grandfather bought this barren mountain for two hundred silver dollars. He loved the beaches and cliffs here, wanting to spend his later years amidst the waves, so he put a lot of effort into renovating this place." We strolled hand in hand beneath the Greek columns. Her delicate, boneless hand naturally rested in my palm, our fingers intertwined, making me feel as if I were in paradise, as if the whole world was under my control. The biting sea breeze, filtered through the plane trees, had become gentle on our skin. Mei Yu's clear voice was like a spring breeze in my ears, and I wished time could stand still at this moment. 　　"He built a road wide enough for cars to go up the mountain, and planted plane trees and azaleas on the summit. Even the pier that's still in use today was built by my grandfather. This little white building was also built according to his preferences. The designer was an Italian missionary, so the architecture has classical Mediterranean elements." Mei Yu recounted, her slender figure in a little black dress strolling among the columns. Her long, slender, jade- like legs moved with such elegance, and the silver square-buckled LV peep-toe shoes on her feet made a crisp sound as she led me into the rightmost section of the first floor. 　　The once spacious and bright kitchen had been divided in two, one half retaining the cooking utensils, and the other half serving as a storage room. I used a wire to open the dining room door, looking at the interior with a dozen or so plastic dining chairs and the walls that were somewhat peeling from the rain. Mei Yu said with some emotion, "There used to be a large and long oak dining table here, that was P."

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