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That nameless summer When the plane landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport, Paris was wrapped in a layer of dusk. The pale golden sky light diffused through the clouds and fell on the tarmac, which was too gentle to be winter.Song Li dragged his suitcase and walked in front, with the brim of his hat slightly lowered. His left hand was casually inserted into the pocket of his sweatshirt. The matte platinum ring on his ring finger gently rubbed against the fabric as he walked, leaving a slightly cool…-
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happy birthday It gets dark very early after winter, and the wind outside the window carries the dead leaves and scrapes against the wall, making a tiny sound.The lights in the training room had just gone out, and the teammates gathered around to make a fuss. Someone stuffed a piece of chocolate into Song Li's arms and shouted vaguely happy birthday. He frowned and put the things in his pocket. Without stopping, he picked up his backpack and walked out. He never liked birthdays. I don’t like being…
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Arashiyama The morning fog in Arashiyama dissipates slowly, and there is still a thin layer of moisture floating in the bamboo forest. When you step on the stone road, the soles of your shoes are covered with cool moisture, and even the wind carries the bitter smell of bamboo leaves.Song Li walked in front, not too fast, but always half a step ahead of Ling Qingye. His hands were in the pockets of his windbreaker, and the brim of his hat was lowered slightly, revealing only a clean jawline.The matte ring…
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I can also see you during meetings The air-conditioned air in the training room was cool, and Song Li's fingertips tapped on the keyboard, making crisp sounds one after another.The plain ring on his ring finger swayed gently with the movement, and the matte platinum rubbed against the keycaps, giving him a slightly cool touch, but it made him feel inexplicably at ease. His teammates came over to discuss tactics, glanced at his hand inadvertently, and whistled: "Hey, Du Shen, are you still wearing it? Is…
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Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me? It was already dark when we returned, and the car drove out of the narrow alleys of the old city. The halo of the streetlights gently slid across the car windows, like melted butter, spreading a warm yellow color.Song Li leaned on the passenger seat, his seat tilted slightly, and his whole body sank into the soft backrest. Suddenly remembering something, he gently poked the back of Ling Qingye's hand with his knuckles: "My mother just secretly asked me…
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Afraid of you being wronged Ling Qingye saw that he was holding on to the door handle, his fingertips turning white, so he put his hand on the back of his hand and rubbed it, then opened the door and got out of the car.He walked around to the passenger side, opened the door and bent down to look at him. He said in a soft voice, "I'll go up and say hello first. You take your time." Song Li looked up and saw him carrying a gift bag, walking steadily towards the corridor, his back straight, and the panic in…
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see The air conditioner in the training room blew chills on the back of his neck. Song Li's fingertips were resting on the keyboard. The phone on the corner of the table was vibrating violently. A message from her cousin popped up, and the words were full of excitement: Auntie asked me who you were dating. She said she looked like the boy from the Ling family who used to live across the door. I didn't dare to answer. You can tell auntie yourself. Song Li walked to the corridor with her cell phone in…
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waiting for you The alarm clock rang twice on Monday morning, and Song Licai curled up into Ling Qingye's arms, buried his face in his neck and nuzzled him, and vaguely patted the phone on the bedside.Ling Qingye held down his troubled hand and rubbed the soft flesh on the back of his neck with his fingertips: "Get up, I'll take you to the training room." Song Li grunted and refused to move, until Ling Qingye pinched his waist and shook him gently, then slowly sat up, his hair blowing up like a little…
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suburbs On weekends, Ling Qingye got up later than usual and went to the kitchen to cook porridge as soon as it was dawn. Song Li held the door frame to watch him busy, with a bunch of hair sticking up and his eyes groggy.When serving porridge, Ling Qingye put a soft-boiled egg into his bowl and tapped the rim of the bowl with his fingertips: "Eat quickly, pack up and set off, there will be a traffic jam on the road if you are late." The mountains in the suburbs are not too high, and the winding mountain…
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The boss will also cook it himself Song Li was awakened by the sunshine. When he opened his eyes, he saw Ling Qingye leaning on the bedside and reading a tablet, his fingertips lightly swiping the screen to process messages. The morning light fell on the side of his face, and his eyelashes cast a shallow shadow.He turned over and crawled into someone's arms, rubbing his head against Ling Qingye's chest, and said in a sticky voice: "What time is it, can you still afford it?" "It's almost eight o'clock."…
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