That Nameless Summer Chapter 59

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 hedgehog.Ling Qingye smiled and trimmed his hair, then turned to the cloakroom and took out a hooded sweatshirt and threw it to him. It was a style he often wore, made of soft cotton.

Breakfast was a sandwich and hot milk. The ham slices fried by Ling Qingye were perfectly burnt. Song Li bit the sandwich and followed him to change shoes. Watching him pick up their bags, she handed him her thermos cup.The car in the garage was warm. Song Li got into the passenger seat and tilted the seat. Ling Qingye fastened his seat belt for him and rubbed his hair: “Take a moment, I’ll call you when we get there.”

When we get downstairs to the training room.

Ling Qingye leaned forward to unbuckle his seat belt, brushed his chin with his fingertips, and whispered: “You don’t have to wait for me tonight. You may have to work overtime. I ordered takeout for you. Remember to eat.”

Song Li nodded. When he pushed the car door open, he pulled him back and pecked the corner of his lower lip. The tips of his ears turned red. He cursed “unruly” and ran quickly into the training building.

Ling Qingye’s meeting lasted until the evening, and his phone vibrated. It was a text message from Song Li. It was just a photo of the training room, with unfinished milk tea next to the keyboard, and a pouting expression.He curled his lips and replied “Don’t drink junk food”. As soon as he put down his phone, his assistant knocked on the door and handed over several documents that needed to be signed.

It was already late at night after finishing his work. Ling Qingye drove home. The voice-activated lights in the corridor lit up with his footsteps. When he opened the door, he saw a small lamp in the hallway, and the warm light in the living room leaked from the crack in the door.

Song Li fell asleep on the sofa, with a thin blanket covering his legs and a muted documentary on the TV. There was half a plate of washed strawberries and an unfinished yogurt cup at hand.Ling Qingye walked over lightly, squatted next to the sofa, and gently brushed the broken hair from his forehead with his fingertips. Song Li moved, rubbed against the heat source, and muttered “Ling Qingye”.

“I’m back.” Ling Qingye responded in a low voice, reaching out to pick him up.

“Why are you awake?” Ling Qingye came back from washing, walked over and sat beside the bed, and tucked the corner of the quilt for him.

“Waiting for you.” Song Li reached out to hook his wrist and pulled him to the bed, “The takeaway is not delicious.”

Ling Qingye smiled low and ruffled his hair: “I’ll make it for you next time. Are you hungry? There is stewed white fungus soup in the kitchen.”

Song Li shook his head, buried his face deeper, rubbed the faint smell of cedar on his body with the tip of his nose, and wrapped his fingers around the corners of his clothes.Ling Qingye circled his waist and rested her chin on the top of his hair, listening to his gradually steady breathing. The small light in the living room was still on. The night outside the window was quiet, except for the sound of each other’s heartbeats, which was clear and steady.

Early the next morning, Song Li got up and walked to the kitchen. He saw Ling Qingye wearing an apron and cooking noodles. The bone soup was bubbling in the pot. There were chopped green onions and fried eggs beside him.

“Are you awake?” Ling Qingye turned around, filled a bowl of hot soup and handed it to him, “Drink some to warm yourself up first.”

Song Li was holding the soup bowl and drinking, watching him put the cooked noodles into the bowl, put fried eggs on it, and sprinkle with chopped green onions. The aroma made his stomach growl.

The two of them sat at the small dining table and ate noodles. The bone soup was fresh and thick, and the noodles and body were chewy. Song Li ate a full bowl. When he looked up, he saw Ling Qingye staring at him and smiling, with soft eyebrows and corners.

“What are you looking at?” He raised his eyebrows and wiped the corners of his mouth.

“Look at my little friend.” Ling Qingye stretched out his hand, wiped the soup on the corner of his lips with his fingertips, lowered his head and licked his fingertips, “It tastes good.”

Song Li’s face instantly turned red. He put down the bowl and cursed “You’re a hooligan.” He got up and walked to the bathroom. Ling Qingye’s low laughter came from behind. It was warm, wrapped in the morning sun, and fell softly in his heart.

When Ling Qingye sent him to the training room, he took a detour and stopped at a roadside dessert shop. He bought a box of his favorite mango pancake and stuffed it into his bag: “Eat between training, don’t be hungry.”

Song Li held the bag and watched him drive away. He didn’t turn around until the car disappeared at the intersection, and then walked into the training building. However, he couldn’t help but curl the corners of his mouth, and even moved slightly when pushing the door.

Teammates in the training room came over, caught a glimpse of the squad halberd in his bag, and whistled: “Ye Shen, are the family members feeding him again?”

“Get lost.” Song Li stuffed his bag into the cabinet, his ears slightly red, but not really angry. He tapped the keyboard with his fingertips, “It’s training, don’t talk nonsense.”

The crisp sound of keyboard typing spread in the training room, and the sunlight outside the window happened to fall on the screen, reflecting the slightly raised corners of his lips, hiding the tenderness in his heart.