Seeing Shen Moyu's uninterested expression, Su Jinning leaned closer and said, "Well, I didn't expect it to take so long. I should have planned it better." Thinking that Shen Moyu might be unhappy, he blamed himself for not planning ahead and for not managing his time well, thus messing everything up.
Shen Moyu knew that Su Jinning was blaming herself, and couldn't bear it, so he comforted her, "What's the difference between looking at something else? Maybe nothing else is as interesting as this." After saying that, he turned his head and smiled at Su Jinning.
Although he said that, Su Jinning still felt that he didn't like it very much, and she couldn't help but feel a little sad.
He lowered his head, his long eyelashes fluttering slightly, concealing the disappointment in his eyes. He quietly sat back down, watching the screen absentmindedly.
As expected, the movie did nothing to pique Shen Moyu's interest. The movie, which was only halfway through, made him yawn several times, and his eyelids grew heavier and heavier. Apart from the occasional laughter around him that could occasionally keep him awake for a while, nothing else could rouse him.
He was dozing off while watching, but Su Jinning, unusually, was completely engrossed. He took in all the dramatic plot twists and the intense passion of teenage crushes that the movie conveyed.
Unrequited love is always reckless, passionate, and born for youth.
Just like Su Jinning, who fell in love with the bright, radiant moon hanging high in the sky without any warning.
He sighed, feeling utterly worthless...
What does it feel like to like someone who may never reciprocate your feelings? It's like trying to grow a delicate rose in the dead of winter. Your careful tending might keep it alive, but you dare not stop it from blooming. And next spring, you don't know whose vase you'll end up in.
He didn't know where the movie was going, he only knew that he could hear sobbing all around him.
Is this the ending? Su Jinning rubbed her face and opened her phone in frustration.
[bite--]
Just then, WeChat gave him a notification. He opened WeChat and saw that it was from Bai Ming. There were ten messages in total, all of them photos of them sitting under the cherry blossom tree.
Bai Ming: [The photo you requested.]
Su Jinning then remembered that when she went to ask Shen Moyu for ice water, she had asked Bai Ming for her WeChat ID, hoping that Bai Ming would send her these photos.
Two boys are framed amidst a beautiful shower of cherry blossoms; one tilts his head to look at the blossoms, the other tilts his head to look at him. The photograph presents one world, but in Su Jinning's eyes, it is yet another.
He smiled, saved each picture, and then sent a message saying, "Thank you."
He doesn't have many photos on his phone, and he doesn't like taking pictures. Most of them are random landscape photos, but when a few portraits are suddenly mixed in, it's quite unique.
Su Jinning organized these ten photos into a separate album and even gave it a name: Heartbeat.
"Perhaps the first secret that ordinary people like us possess is called liking."
Suddenly, a sentence came from the movie, and among the chaotic sounds, Su Jinning heard it clearly.
He looked up and turned his gaze back to the screen. After a moment, he smiled meaningfully.
When I turned my head to look at Shen Moyu, I found that he had already fallen asleep out of boredom. The flickering light from the clips on the screen reflected on Shen Moyu's quiet profile. He was sleeping soundly, and his usually indifferent face was bathed in a soft glow.
Su Jinning leaned closer, brushed a strand of hair from Shen Moyu's forehead, and gently twirled it between her fingertips. In that instant, the love in his eyes shone more intensely than in a movie: "My first secret..."
"I fucking love you..."
He spoke softly, wanting him to hear, yet afraid he would.
Some sudden infatuations catch him off guard, just like when someone came to see him this morning. He didn't think about anything, didn't plan anything, and acted recklessly in a moment of impulse.
He let Shen Moyu lean gently on his shoulder, and then opened his memo and wrote something.
Shen Moyu, moved by emotions and inspired by dreams, I will slowly tell you the story.
——
The movie ended quickly, and Shen Moyu woke up before it ended, as if she had her own alarm clock.
"You're awake?" Su Jinning noticed the movement on her shoulder and turned to look.
Shen Moyu didn't have time to answer because he realized he seemed to have slept on Su Jinning's shoulder for two hours. He paused, his voice still a little hoarse from just waking up: "I... I slept on your shoulder?"
"Hmm, what's wrong?" Su Jinning concealed the slight smugness in her eyes and said nonchalantly.
Seeing that Su Jinning remained unmoved, Shen Moyu didn't say anything more. He scolded himself for being stupid while stretching.
He seemed to have slept quite soundly, leaning on Su Jinning's shoulder and sleeping soundly for two hours, so the trip wasn't a complete waste.
only……
"Come on, I'll take you to work." Su Jinning stood up, looking somewhat excited. But Shen Moyu didn't know why.
He seemed to hear a very familiar voice speaking to him.
I fucking love you.
Is it part of a movie plot? If so, he's genuinely curious about how the movie ends.
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Author's Note:
The Transformation of a Straight Man
Chapter 38 Their Relationship
The afternoon sun was blazing at two o'clock, casting a deep orange-yellow hue over the earth. The air, bathed in sunlight, was stifling and sultry, without a breath of fresh air. The two walked side by side under the shadow of the building, barely managing to catch their breath.
Su Jinning wiped the sweat from her chin and complained, panting, "I just don't understand why my dad confiscated my motorcycle. Did he want me to die of heat?"
Shen Moyu touched his cheek, which was completely dry, and said slowly, "Taking a walk is good too, it burns fat."
Su Jinning looked at him speechlessly: "That's true. It's not your fat that's being burned, so you don't know how to take care of yourself." After saying that, he lovingly touched his belly, which had no excess fat at all.
"I didn't expect you to care about fat." Shen Moyu glared at him, and couldn't help but think that if a girl heard Su Jinning say this, she might chase him for eight blocks.
However, when he turned to look at her, Su Jinning was indeed very thin, about the same as himself. But the difference was that she had all the muscles that could make girls scream, and her body was like a germaphobe, never gaining any extra fat.
That muscular chest reminded him of the boy in the white jersey in his dream, and also of the broad embrace he felt when he was half-asleep with a fever.
"What are you looking at?" Su Jinning turned to look at him in confusion, trying to find something in his gaze.
"Ah, no!" Shen Moyu quickly turned her head, and when she realized what she was thinking, she felt terrible.
Su Jinning blinked in confusion, then glanced around and found nothing that seemed to warrant his attention. But looking at Shen Moyu's guilty look, he became curious and was about to ask again when the coffee shop sign appeared in front of them.
"I'm leaving first," Shen Moyu said first.
"Ah." Su Jinning hadn't recovered from the question yet, and answered subconsciously. By the time he realized what was happening, Shen Moyu had already waved to him and was walking away.
"Hey! Um... Shen Moyu!" Su Jinning ran forward a couple of steps and called out anxiously.