Although Gu Junxiao had seen you during that time, and was once the light in your heart.
But ultimately, it was because of him that you fell into the abyss and became unlovable.
And now that I've seen you as you are now, I've transformed you back into the gentle, smiling boy you once were.
I'm greater than him. Right?
The wind has become gentler, May has quietly arrived, and the roses by the window represent the unexpected arrival of summer.
The bright, soft moonlight broke through the dark fog and filled the window.
The boy in the hospital bed fell into a deep sleep. Perhaps he will have a wonderful dream tonight.
Su Jinning leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth again.
"Once you're discharged from the hospital, we'll go to the food street and try all your favorite dishes. Get well soon," Su Jinning said wistfully, looking at the sleeping Shen Moyu.
Let's turn the page.
A story that always ends on the same page gets boring if you read it over and over again. A better story is always in the next chapter that you bravely turn to.
Better people are always waiting at the next crossroads.
Su Jinning got up and turned off the light, plunging the ward into darkness. However… the moonlight remained.
He sat on the stool, gently leaned over the bed, and took Shen Moyu's hand and placed it on his chest: "Summer nights are short, dawn will come soon, sleep peacefully, I'm here with you."
A gentle night is the perfect time to confess your love.
It's a pity you fell asleep.
Su Jinning smiled helplessly yet gently: "I love you, but this time, it's not just liking."
——
Shen Moyu had a dream; it was a world full of vibrant colors.
The stars, shining brightly and densely, silently adorned the night sky. A crescent moon shone in the gently flowing water. A cool breeze blew softly along the stone path.
Shen Moyu observed the scene before gently sitting down on the bench.
In that world, the wind and the moonlight were gentle. He liked it very much.
A young man stood beside the bench. In the dream, Shen Moyu did not turn around to look at him, but rather, as if she knew him very well, she gently took the hand beside the young man.
A touch of beauty mingled with the sound of the wind. Shen Moyu said softly, "Time is different from time, No. 1 Middle School is different from No. 8 Middle School, and Class 8 of Grade 11 is different from Class 8 of Grade 1."
“You are different from Gu Junxiao.”
You, who unintentionally wandered into my world, will shine forever.
You are the wind that passes through my hair, you are the gentle May.
Author's Note:
"I love you."
Chapter 47 Early Romantic Relationship Caught in the Act
Su Jinning put on her trench coat and rubbed her hair, which was as messy as ever after sleeping: "Top student, I'm leaving now. Call me if you need anything."
Shen Moyu was still a little sleepy, rubbing his eyes and mumbling an "Mmm".
Su Jinning put the washed fruit on the bedside table, turned around and picked up the ball that was by the window: "I'm going to school, I'll bring you dog food when I come back."
Rolling Ball stuck out its tongue and happily licked Su Jinning's face. Its wet little tongue tickled Su Jinning's face, and it laughed and dodged.
Shen Moyu chuckled softly, suddenly feeling a little reluctant to see Su Jinning go to school.
Aside from the food street at night, which brings some life to the area around the hospital, it's usually deserted during the day. Besides, I'm staying in a VIP room, where the rooms are quite far apart.
Besides, he would be bored to death if he just stayed in bed all day.
Su Jinning put down the ball and, while looking at her watch, kept nagging, "Call a doctor if you need anything. Don't hold it in, and whatever you do, don't move around. Just stay put!"
"Alright, alright." Shen Moyu quickly waved his hand, trying to stop his nagging. He looked up at Su Jinning's worried expression and couldn't help but complain, "I'm the one who's injured and hospitalized, why are you even more long-winded than me?" Although he said that, there was a smile on Shen Moyu's lips.
"How dare you say that? Who cares about you as much as I do!" Su Jinning said as he walked out, exuding the air of a doting father.
The door closed, and apart from the sound of the ball rolling back and forth on the floor, there was no sign of human presence.
Only in complete silence does Shen Moyu feel a sense of loneliness. Although this feeling has persisted for several years, and he has even begun to gradually come to like it.
But for some reason, after Su Jinning appeared, he began to fear the loneliness he used to be immersed in all day.
I also didn't quite like Su Jinning's "goodbye" and "bye-bye".
"Roll the ball..." Completely bored, Shen Moyu could only find some amusement in his son. He raised his hand, signaling for the ball to come over.
It was obedient, sticking out its little tongue to lick his face and rolling around in his arms.
Shen Moyu stroked the little ball's head and suddenly laughed, calling out, "Su... Fugui?"
The ball didn't respond, but it stretched its neck and rubbed against his palm again.
"Su Fugui?" Shen Moyu called out again, as if she were hooked.
"Woof!" Rolling Ball suddenly responded, tilting its head and looking at him with its big, bright black eyes, as if expressing curiosity about its new name.
Shen Moyu couldn't help but laugh at the intrigued look on the rolling ball: "You like this name too?"
Seeing him laugh, Rolling Ball grinned and stuck out his tongue.
Shen Moyu shook her head helplessly, looking at him with doting eyes: "Are you just like your godfather? Both of you are quite greedy."
When he was a child, his father often told him that dogs were very cute animals and that if he could afford it, he should definitely get one.
He was only four or five years old at the time, but he was very curious about small animals. He would stop walking when he saw cats and dogs. His father would always smile at him affectionately, then pick him up and remind him with a smile, "Don't get any fur on you, Mommy will be allergic."
Little Moyu would obediently nod, rest her head on her father's shoulder, and sometimes even wipe her father's sweat.
Shen Moyu sighed, looking at Gunqiu's brown and yellow fur, "Actually, you look a lot like the dog in my painting."
He once drew a family portrait, depicting himself as an adult. He drew himself to be very tall, thinking that way he could protect his parents. He was holding a small brown dog in his arms, its little mouth open and pink tongue sticking out—it was very cute. His parents, on the other hand, sat in chairs, smiling at the camera.
He didn't know where the painting was now, just as he didn't know when his once perfect family had fallen apart.