No, no matter what, my choice will always be you.
Song Ling's words made Luo Wenchuan's heart skip a beat. This person had never said anything like "I like you," yet he was so captivating.
It turns out that there is still someone in this world who would tell him that no matter what, he would choose himself.
Luo Wenchuan wrapped his arms around Song Ling's neck, leaning against his chest in the night breeze, a subtle smile curving his lips, and a single, glistening tear falling from the corner of his eye.
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The Imperial College entrance exams for each stage are held in late December, and the school anniversary celebration in early autumn is the last major event of the year.
The name "Song Ling" has been given a special touch to the otherwise desolate and tense autumn season thanks to a song and a TV program.
After the initial excitement subsided, the fourth-grade students entered the final stage of exam preparation.
Song Ling's academic performance has consistently been above average, and her physical training is also top-notch. As long as her written exam score is good, passing the interview at Beicheng University should be a piece of cake.
The exams for both basic and professional subjects are held in the morning, and the four-day exam period is quite a challenge for students.
After the school's approval, Song Ling was able to move into a two-person room with Luo Wenchuan as she had wished.
When she didn't have classes, Song Ling spent most of her time in her dorm doing practice problems. Luo Wenchuan would only come back to sleep at night and rarely bother Song Ling.
When Song Ling gets serious, he's very captivating. Sometimes, Luo Wenchuan can sit by the bed and watch him do his homework for ages.
If the terminal hadn't received the call request, Luo Wenchuan would have almost forgotten his purpose.
"I know the situation is special and it may have to be delayed further."
"Young Master, dragging things out is not your style."
“I know, I remember, these things can’t be done too quickly, or it will arouse suspicion.”
Luo Wenchuan put down the terminal, a fleeting look of fatigue in his eyes.
In terms of dealing with the Luo family's affairs, the time spent with Song Ling was the most relaxing.
Full of vitality and boundless hope, students of this age should be like this, without worrying about the future.
"Wen Chuan, want to take a shower? There aren't many people at the bathhouse right now."
When Song Ling entered the dormitory with a water cup, she saw Luo Wenchuan lying on the bed fully clothed. She put down the cup and walked to the bedside to take a look.
Are you tired?
As Song Ling sat on the edge of the bed, he asked a question, feeling that Luo Wenchuan was even more tired than him.
The pressure in the recommendation-based admission program must be quite high.
Luo Wenchuan didn't say anything, but simply turned over and rested his head on Song Ling's lap.
It's rare for a child to be like this. Usually, when they feel wronged or tired, they just lie down for a while. I don't know what's wrong with them today.
"Do you want something to eat? I'll go buy you something."
Unfortunately, I can't buy anything good right now; I can only buy things at the cafeteria and the school convenience store.
Luo Wenchuan looked up at him and said, "I want to stay here for a while. If you want to read, go ahead."
"Then I'll stay here and watch for a while."
Song Ling took the e-reader, moved back inside, and leaned against the wall to make Luo Wenchuan more comfortable.
The weather has cooled down these past few days, and it's not heating season, so it's most comfortable for two people to huddle together.
The six-person room was converted into a two-person room with two small beds facing each other. Both beds were covered with bedding, but one of them had hardly ever been slept on.
Luo Wenchuan is a bit clingy. Most of the time, the two of them sleep in the same bed, doing nothing but snuggling together or cuddling.
The child is usually very quiet and doing his own thing. After he finishes, he stays close to me.
Song Ling didn't know why Luo Wenchuan liked to cling to her so much, but it felt nice to have someone in her arms.
This was his second year in Song County. In his second year, he met Luo Wenchuan and was about to face the most important moment of his life so far.
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The snow came late this winter, and even when it did fall, it was rather slow and unpleasant.
Just when Song Ling thought it wouldn't snow anymore, heavy snow began falling in early December and continued without stopping.
Luo Wenchuan frowned for several days as he looked at the snow falling all around him, and he still couldn't be happy until the day Song Ling went to the exam hall.
Song Ling was woken up by Luo Wenchuan early that morning.
The toiletries were laid out on the table, and even breakfast had been bought.
"When did you buy it?" Song Ling was fast asleep and didn't hear a sound.
Luo Wenchuan helped him put his clothes by the bed: "It's five o'clock. The cafeteria was late today, and we had to wait half an hour."
"Why are you going so early? The exam isn't until 8:30." Song Ling finished dressing, grabbed her toiletries, and headed to the washroom.
After all that hardship, today we're finally going to the battlefield.
Song Ling had always told herself not to be nervous, but when the day actually came, she was still a little unsure.
He wrote Beicheng University on his application form this morning, and the professional course exam the day after tomorrow will also have related questions. If Ms. Song finds out, she'll give him a good beating.
Beating someone up is fine too; a beating will get you into the North City, so it's worth it.
When Song Ling returned to the dormitory, Luo Wenchuan had already peeled the eggs and packed everything she needed for the exam into a document bag.
Everything was ready; all that was left was for Song Ling to set off.
Looking at the worried person, Song Ling couldn't help but smile: "Baby, you're more worried about me than my mom. You're so nervous today, it's like you're going to take an exam yourself."
Luo Wenchuan didn't say anything, but handed the peeled egg to Song Ling.
Looking at the unhurried man, Luo Wenchuan was indeed a little worried. He wished it were him taking the exam. Once Song Ling entered the examination room, he would be powerless to help, and could only offer assistance in these small matters.
"What would you like to eat for lunch, Brother Ling? I'll buy it for you," Luo Wenchuan asked him.
Song Lingdao asked him, "Aren't you in class?"
"The classroom has been requisitioned as an exam room, so we have a holiday."
"Oh, I almost forgot, you don't need to worry about me, I'll just grab something to eat at the cafeteria." As soon as Song Ling finished speaking, she saw Luo Wenchuan's lips droop.
"Why don't you buy your food in advance and wait for me at the cafeteria? You can buy anything, the usual kind is fine."
"good."
Luo Wenchuan felt a little better after that.
Song Ling finally understood that for Luo Wenchuan, being needed was also a kind of happiness.
The two finished breakfast before leaving the dormitory building.
A light snow had fallen from the sky, and Luo Wenchuan kept reminding everyone of the important points to remember for the exam.
Song Ling suddenly felt that Luo Wenchuan had said everything he wanted to say in his life today. This kid was even more nervous than she was when he went to the exam hall.
"I'm leaving. Don't wait here, it's cold. Go back to your dorm and play for a while."
Song Ling patted Luo Wenchuan's head. The child's skin was thin and flushed red from the wind, as if it could be scratched by snowflakes at any moment.
Luo Wenchuan nodded and watched Song Ling leave.
"Let's go back!"
When Song Ling turned around, Luo Wenchuan was still standing behind the cordon.
Luo Wenchuan looked at the person who turned around and smiled at him, and suddenly felt very hot.
Bright and beautiful as spring, Song Ling's smile is truly captivating.
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Four days felt like four years. On the day the exam ended, Song Ling felt as if she had shed a layer of skin.
Each exam lasted three hours, and by the end, Song Ling was so hungry that his stomach was practically sticking to his back. He had never imagined that answering exam questions would be so physically demanding. His breakfast of four steamed buns and two eggs seemed to have evaporated, and now he was so hungry that he felt nauseous.
The moment Song Ling stepped out of the examination room, she had only one thought in her mind—to eat.
As she walked towards the cafeteria, Ms. Song's assistant called.
"Xiao Song, Mr. Song suddenly remembered that you had your entrance exams these past two days and asked me to ask you how they went."
Asking right on the last day of the exam doesn't seem like someone who only came to offer their condolences after hearing about it.
Ms. Song has been stubborn but soft-hearted for a long time, so it's no surprise that this person is probably waiting for her reply right now in front of the terminal with the speakerphone on.
"When has her son ever disappointed her?"
Just as Song Ling finished speaking, he heard a muffled laugh from Ms. Song on the other end of the terminal.
The assistant paused for a moment, then said to Song Ling, "Congratulations, Song. Enjoy your last few months. Once you have more university courses, you won't have much time left."
"I will."
The call request was cut off. When Song Ling looked up, he saw Luo Wenchuan, who had already gotten his food, looking at him from the crowd.
The child was wearing a thin coat, and his face was red from the cold.
"Brother Ling, there's no room left in the cafeteria, let's go back to eat."
"good."
Just as Song Ling was about to help Luo Wenchuan get his food, Luo Wenchuan suddenly shoved a plastic bag into his hand. Inside the bag were already peeled tea eggs.
"To fill your stomach."
Luo Wenchuan's voice was very soft, like a gentle feather falling into one's heart.
Song Ling had only complained about being hungry yesterday, and this kid actually remembered it. He looked down at the person who had even forgotten to wear a scarf, and took off his own wool scarf and put it around Luo Wenchuan's neck.
"I'm not cold."
Just pretend I think you're cold.
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