Su Jinning, as if she had already prepared her answer, said without pausing, "The day I took you home, you left your phone with me. When I went back to return it, I happened to see you two talking and couldn't help but overhear some of it."
He was telling the truth. Later, their conversation became too quiet, and he lost interest, so he stopped listening.
Shen Moyu's pupils widened in surprise, but it vanished in an instant along with the chill in his eyes. He closed his eyes briefly, his voice calm: "How much did you hear?"
Su Jinning turned her head away: "I don't want to talk about it."
Shen Moyu finally stopped looking at the ceiling, and instead tilted his head slightly, looking at Su Jinning with some seriousness: "Do you want to hear it?"
One sentence made Su Jinning feel as if his heart was being torn apart. Shen Moyu wanted to show him his scars, although he didn't know where Shen Moyu got the courage, but the way he looked at him... it seemed that he really wanted to tell him.
"Speak," Su Jinning said softly.
What are you talking about? Shen Moyu half-closed his eyes. He seemed to have already heard the gist of what happened that day, so there was nothing more to say.
Then...
"It doesn't actually hurt that much," Shen Moyu laughed, then looked at the stars outside the window. She turned her head to look at him, as if trying to find something different about the stars compared to him.
"It doesn't seem that important," Shen Moyu muttered softly.
Su Jinning pursed her lips, her eyes betraying her disappointment, which Shen Moyu noticed.
"Actually, you've already heard so much that day, so I don't have anything else to tell you." Shen Moyu looked into his eyes, as if wanting him to respond with his gaze.
Su Jinning still didn't look at him: "Then what do you want to say?"
Shen Moyu thought about it carefully, then suddenly smiled and said, "Why don't you ask me a few questions, anything is fine."
Su Jinning was taken aback, and finally looked up to meet Shen Moyu's gaze.
Shen Moyu's eyes flickered, his gaze as gentle as the moonlight tonight, as if telling many romantic stories. Calm and tender: "Ask me anything, and I'll tell you the answer."
Words are like eyes, inspiring unwavering conviction.
Su Jinning nodded, leaned closer, and asked the question she had always wanted to ask but had never dared to: "What kind of person is Gu Junxiao to you?"
Shen Moyu lowered his head, as if pondering something: "Are you asking about the past, or the present?"
Su Jinning suddenly smiled and raised an eyebrow: "Since you've already asked, just tell me everything."
Shen Moyu didn't blame him for being greedy, but instead shifted her gaze away as if reminiscing: "He used to be like light to me."
Shen Moyu suddenly found Su Jinning's sullen, downcast look rather endearing. After thinking for a moment, he countered with a question to Su Jinning: "Isn't he quite gentle?"
Su Jinning snorted coldly, his face darkening. "Yes, of course it's gentle." He muttered under his breath, "Otherwise, how could it be light?"
"Pfft..." Shen Moyu couldn't help but chuckle.
“Actually, true gentleness doesn’t lie in personality,” Shen Moyu added.
"Hmm?" Su Jinning looked up with a puzzled expression.
“The year he appeared, my mother fell off the construction site.” Shen Moyu lowered his eyes, the light highlighting his slightly upturned eyelashes, and said with some sadness, “I felt like the sky had fallen.”
After he said those words, a piece of Su Jinning's heart sank.
After a moment of silence, he continued, his tone returning to calm: "He was indeed there for me during those dark days, which is why we have such a good relationship." He paused for a moment, as if giving Su Jinning time to process what he had said.
“He often took me to eat delicious food, like the snack street in front of the yard, the fish ball shop, and the milk tea shop in the middle of summer. He was the one who took me there.” Shen Moyu said one thing after another, and Su Jinning’s heart grew sadder and sadder.
It turns out that the food he took her to eat had already been tasted by someone else. He had actually made preparations long ago. Although a lot of time had passed, Gu Junxiao had been important to Shen Moyu, and he would probably always remember her.
Su Jinning smiled self-deprecatingly: "You miss it, don't you?"
“No, not at all.” Shen Moyu replied unexpectedly. Before Su Jinning could ask any questions, he continued, “Actually, the stall I liked on that food street moved away a long time ago, and the fried fish balls don’t taste the same anymore. In the sweltering summer, they’re not as sweet as they used to be.”
Su Jinning didn't understand and tilted her head to look at him.
“Even that wallet from before, I didn’t really need it that much.” Shen Moyu sighed, as if releasing something. Su Jinning didn’t press him impolitely, and Shen Moyu slowly gave his answer: “Actually, I’ve found that the fish balls with a slightly different flavor seem to taste better, more flavorful, and I’m not so focused on the appearance anymore.” He chuckled: “The ‘Fireworks Summer’ flavor isn’t so sweet anymore; instead, the fruity taste is stronger. Even the food street in front, with a new batch of people, seems to have a fresher feel to it.”
The window was open, and a gentle breeze suddenly blew in, causing the two pots of delicate roses to bend over, as if nodding in agreement.
Su Jinning seemed to understand, and she lowered her head and gently curled her lips, revealing the playful tips of her little tiger teeth.
Seasons come and go, time flies.
Everything I've tasted, seen, and used before seems to have changed.
But it's not all bad.
New stories always need someone to pick up the pen and begin, and divergent paths need to be followed.
Compared to the light that only lingers for a fleeting moment in his world, he felt that colors and youth might last longer.
Their gazes shifted from avoiding each other to meeting directly. Their eyes told a story only they could understand.
Shen Moyu was a little sleepy, but she still wanted to look at the cascading moonlight and the handsome young man under it. She also wanted him to hear her ramblings when their eyes met.
"Does this count as being fickle and easily bored?" Su Jinning asked with a smile, arms crossed.
"Fine." Shen Moyu pouted proudly. Then she became serious again: "But the new flavor seems to suit me better than the old one."
Su Jinning shook her head helplessly and sighed softly, "You're right."
“It’s like I have someone better in mind.” Shen Moyu raised his hand and gently placed it above his eyes, his fingers opening and closing, while the lights above his head flickered.
Su Jinning gently rubbed her nose, her face flushed.
"Light, its appearance is perhaps destined to fall." Shen Moyu shrugged, seemingly not caring at all. However, when he looked at Su Jinning again, his gaze was quite the opposite, one of deep contemplation: "I still believe that in my black and white world, color will never fade."
He truly needs a ray of beautiful light to brighten his timid and vulnerable past.
But as he grew up, he needed someone to bring color to his life, especially in the now overly simplistic black-and-white world.
To mend the scratches all over his body.
Su Jinning leaned forward, and the moonlight shone on Shen Moyu.
His gaze was tender, as if trying to convey his love through the moonlight. He nodded: "Yes. It won't fade."