That Nameless Summer Chapter 10

A different winter

The light from the evening self-study passed through the frosted glass, casting regular light spots on the snow.Song Li was lying on the table, his cheek pressed against the cool surface, and his eyelids were as heavy as lead. He had played wildly in the snow for half a class in the afternoon, and now he was so sleepy that even the English essay Guo Guangchen read on the podium became a lullaby.

“Don’t sleep.”

A cool voice sounded close to my ears, with a hint of warmth that was barely noticeable.Song Li opened his eyes in a daze and saw Ling Qingye’s elbow resting on the edge of his desk, holding a pen between his fingertips, and tapping his exercise book lightly, “Teacher Guo is looking at you.”

Song Li shuddered and woke up most of the time.He raised his eyes and glanced at the podium, and sure enough he saw Zhao Wei’s eyes falling on him, with a hint of “hating iron that cannot be transformed into steel” in her eyes.He quickly straightened up and pretended to flip through the exercise book, but he couldn’t help but secretly curve the corners of his mouth – Ling Qingye’s reminder always came at the right time.

Ling Qingye looked at his panic, a smile flashed in his eyes, he lowered his head and wrote in his notebook, tore it off and pushed it in front of him: “Copy the solution to the third question.”

Song Li looked at the delicate handwriting, felt relieved, picked up the pen and started copying quickly.The rustling sound of the pen tip scratching the page, mixed with the sound of other students flipping books in the classroom, was particularly clear in the quiet night.

When the bell rang for the next evening self-study, Song Li stood up almost immediately.

The snow outside the window began to fall again, and the fine snowflakes danced under the lights, decorating the entire campus like a fairy tale world.

There has never been such a heavy snowfall before.

“Let’s go.” Ling Qingye packed his schoolbag and stood waiting for him at the door of the classroom.

Song Li nodded, grabbed his schoolbag and followed quickly.The two of them walked side by side in the snow, and the snow under their feet made a “crunching” sound, which was crisp and pleasant.The snow particles fall on the hair and shoulders, bringing a little coolness, but making people feel particularly awake.

“Thank you just now.” Song Li suddenly spoke, his voice very clear in the snowy night, “I almost got caught sleeping by Old Man Guo again.”

“Next time you feel sleepy, just stand and listen.” Ling Qingye’s voice was very soft, falling in the snowy wind, with a gentle texture, “Or… lean on my shoulder.”

He turned to look at Ling Qingye, whose side face looked particularly soft under the snowy light, and his eyelashes were stained with tiny snow particles, like a layer of diamonds.

Ling Qingye looked at his red ears, curved the corners of his mouth, and followed him briskly.

Grass.

Downstairs in the dormitory, Song Li saw Xu Jiang Youzheng saying goodbye to Qi Yuan, holding a thick notebook in his hand and smiling crookedly.Qin Jiangwen stood under a streetlight not far away, holding an umbrella in his hand. When he saw Xu Jiangyou turning around, he immediately walked over quickly.

“It’s snowing heavily, I’ll take you back.” Qin Jiangwen’s voice was a little unnatural, but it also contained a hint of refusal.

“No, the dormitory I live in is not far from here.” Xu Jiangyou waved his hand, but still took the umbrella he handed over, “But thank you anyway, Qin Jiangwen.”

Qin Jiangwen’s ears instantly turned red. He watched her walk into the dormitory building before turning around and leaving.The streetlight stretched his shadow very long, falling on the snow, with a hint of loneliness.

Song Li saw this scene clearly and couldn’t help but chuckle: “He is quite persistent.”

“Yeah.” Ling Qingye responded, his eyes falling on his hands that were red from the cold, “Are your hands cold?”

Song Li nodded and put his hands in his pockets: “A little bit.”

The two walked into the dormitory. Liu Qiuhao was already lying on the bed playing games, shouting “Up, up, up,” and the atmosphere was very lively.As soon as Song Li put down his schoolbag, he saw Ling Qingye take out a hand warmer from the cabinet and plug the charging cord into the socket.

“I’ll give it to you later.” Ling Qingye said.

“No, I’m fine.” Song Li waved his hand, but his heart felt warm.

Ling Qingye didn’t listen to him. After charging, he handed the hand warmer to him: “Take it, don’t catch a cold.”

Song Li took the hand warmer, and the warm touch spread from his palms to his whole body, making him so comfortable that he couldn’t help but sigh.He looked at Ling Qingye and suddenly remembered the moment when the other party hugged him in the snow in the afternoon. The temperature from his palms was exactly the same as now.

“Ling Qingye,” Song Li suddenly said, “Are you so kind to everyone?”

Ling Qingye was cleaning up his desk. He paused when he heard this and turned to look at him with a deep look: “No.”

Ling Qingye came over and said nothing. He just took out an orange from the drawer, peeled it open and handed it to him: “Eat something.”

Song Li took the orange, broke off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. The sweet taste spread on the tip of his tongue.Looking at Ling Qingye’s side face, he suddenly felt that some feelings did not require a grand confession, but only the steady flow of companionship and tenderness, which was enough to be moving.

It was late at night and the dormitory was quiet.Liu Qiuhao was already asleep and snoring slightly.Song Li was lying on the bed, still holding the hand warmer in his hand. The warm touch made him feel particularly at ease.He turned to look at Ling Qingye’s bed. He was already asleep, breathing evenly. The moonlight fell on him through the gaps in the curtains, as gentle as a layer of gauze.

Song Li sighed softly and closed his eyes.He thought that this winter, because of Ling Qingye, it seemed to be really different.Those thoughts hidden deep in my heart are like the snowflakes flying all over the sky. Although they are silent, they unconsciously fill the whole heart.