When I looked up, I was struck by the height of summer, and you were at the end of summer.
I never longed for the light, but I feared the abyss beneath my feet. I refused to remain in the darkness, yet I found no rescue. Sinking into the mire, I had long since grown accustomed to this descent into despair, until you pierced the night and brought me into dawn. At that moment, your light was scorching and dazzling; my fear and despair crumbled at the touch of your warmth.
You are the bright moonlight in my life, the rose that bends down to kiss me, and the fleeting glimpse of arrogance I caught in the sweltering summer heat. When millions of lights are lit for others, only you remain within my sight, and I know that you are the direction I have been searching for.
You are a pure and noble white rose, making me greedy yet hesitant to approach.
So I want to keep you here, to hide my unspeakable love.
Perhaps unrequited love has no shape, yet it can be described in many ways. It is probably... the cicada's longing for the treetop, the sunset's yearning for the other side of the sky and sea, the rose's anticipation of its blooming season, and the inlay of night and stars.
It is in the long, hot summer that my love for you will last until death.
When the wind blows, the summer sun shines brightly. When you run towards me, my heart flutters without a sound.
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Author's Note:
When the roses bloom, the boy's love will also be abundant.
Chapter 59 Green Apple
Su Jinning always liked to bite him, and he couldn't break free. The more he leaned back, the tighter Su Jinning clung to him. In the end, she simply lifted him up and pressed him against the wall, as if afraid that her prey would escape.
After a kiss that lasted for more than five minutes, Shen Moyu's legs were so weak that she buried her rosy face in Su Jinning's neck and shoulder, breathing in fresh air. Her lips were red and swollen, indicating that she had been bullied quite a bit.
"You!" Shen Moyu finally calmed down a bit and tried to vent her anger by grabbing his arm, but she still didn't have the strength.
Su Jinning smiled, the shy expression he had just had after being confessed to disappearing: "What's wrong? Didn't you ask me to kiss you?" After saying that, he looked into Shen Moyu's watery eyes and stared straight at his slightly trembling lips.
He still wanted to kiss her.
"Go to hell!" Shen Moyu pushed Su Jinning three steps away with a fierce shove.
Shen Moyu let out a deep breath, wiping the saliva from his lips: "You call this a kiss? This is violence!"
Although Su Jinning didn't use much force when she kissed him, the way her lips met revealed a strong sense of possessiveness, as if she were carefully savoring her trophy, making his whole body go numb.
Su Jinning wasn't angry. She strolled over, a half-smile on her face, and said, "This is called gentle violence~"
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When they arrived, Chen Hang and the others had already been invited to sit down by Cui Ping.
Chen Hang sat on the sofa, legs crossed, remote control in hand. When he saw the two of them return, he jumped up and patted the sofa, acting like the master of the house: "Finally back! Sit down, sit down!"
Su Jinning rolled her eyes, not even wanting to look at him, and sat down next to Shen Moyu.
Chen Yuanyuan and He Qinggang had just finished visiting Su Jinning's house and were skipping down the stairs, looking very curious.
Turning around and seeing Su Jinning return, Chen Yuanyuan quickly ran down to greet her: "You guys are so slow! We've been here for ages."
"Yeah, didn't we agree on seven o'clock?" Su Jinning wasn't the type to be late for errands, so Chen Hang couldn't help but ask curiously, "Honestly, where did you guys go?"
Chen Hang's tone became more pointed, as if he were gossiping. Recalling what had just happened, Shen Moyu coughed softly, avoiding direct eye contact with the people present.
Seeing that he seemed a little uncomfortable, Su Jinning wanted to laugh but didn't dare to: "Ah, Mo Yu worked overtime for a while today, so he's a little late."
Shen Moyu sighed, her eyes darting away: "Um, I'm sorry everyone."
Once everyone had arrived, Cui Ping sat down and chatted with them for a while. Around eight o'clock, the bottles of beer that Su Jinning had ordered arrived, and the hot pot was almost ready. He Qing and Shen Moyu, who knew how to cook, went into the kitchen to help Cui Ping, while Chen Yuanyuan assisted downstairs.
The other three boys, who were good for nothing but eating, could only sit on the sofa and play games.
Chen Hang used to say that a handsome guy like him with good interpersonal skills should have a whole room full of people, whether they know him well or not, to celebrate his birthday.
But he doesn't think so.
He doesn't like having too many people at his birthday parties; he finds it annoying, a waste of food, and besides, it's pointless. Having a few important people present is enough.
The room was cool; summer hadn't fully arrived yet. Su Jinning leaned back in her armchair, enjoying the evening breeze that drifted in through the window. The sounds of her game and the television were both noisy and comforting, occasionally punctuated by the shouts of the two "mouthy" kings beside her.
Several busy figures in the kitchen, the aroma of food filling the air, an exquisitely packaged cake on the table, and eight o'clock on the clock.
He smiled, truly surprised that the large house, which had been so deserted for so long, could become so welcoming today.
He lowered his head and focused his attention back on the game.
In a daze, my birthday became different from usual, rare and precious.
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The food was all served, mostly dishes that Su Jinning liked.
The hot pot placed in the center was also lifted off the ground, and a sizzling aroma wafted out from it, hiding Shen Moyu, who was sitting opposite him, behind the steam.
The friends around him instantly erupted in cheers, clapping and opening the cake box. But Su Jinning simply gazed quietly at Shen Moyu in front of him. After thinking for a while, he stood up and sat down next to Shen Moyu.
Shen Moyu had just finished mixing the hot pot broth when she turned around and asked, "Why are you sitting here? Wouldn't it be better over there by the air conditioner?"
Su Jinning bit her chopsticks, stared at him and smiled: "I just like it a little warmer."
Shen Moyu glared at him, then glanced guiltily at the others who were still busy putting up candles, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't be crazy." He felt that Su Jinning had become increasingly unruly and even deserved a beating since they got together today.
"Oh," Su Jinning replied obediently, but her smile widened even more.
Chen Hang folded the small cardboard crown and held it in his hand, chuckling, "This is essential!"
"Hey!" Su Jinning quickly waved her hand, saying with a wry smile, "Let's forget about this!"
He resisted and backed away a little. He remembered that he was only twelve years old when he last wore this thing. Wearing it again now felt a bit crazy.
"That won't do!" He Qing quickly added, "You absolutely have to bring this for your birthday, otherwise it won't feel like a proper celebration!"
“That’s right.” Chen Hang nodded and formally raised the cardboard crown: “Today is Ning’s eighteenth birthday. I’m very happy to be here to attend Ning’s birthday party.”
"Wow!" The others also gave him face and clapped their hands in response.