That Nameless Summer Chapter 20

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It snowed all night, and when I opened the window in the morning, the sky and the earth were already completely white.The locust tree at the entrance of the alley was covered with thick snow, its branches bent in a gentle arc, and the crunching sound of stepping on the snow became the only sound in this early morning.

Song Li held the phone in his hands and repeatedly rubbed the screen with his fingertips.He read Ling Qingye’s message last night that “the snow is heavy, be careful when going out and the roads are slippery” no less than ten times, and in the end he only replied with two words: “I know.” It’s not that he didn’t want to say more, but he understood Ling Qingye’s temperament.

He wrapped his coat tightly and went out, wanting to buy some frozen dumplings from the convenience store in the alley.As soon as I turned the corner, I saw a familiar figure standing in the snow.

Ling Qingye wore a black jacket with the collar standing up, covering half of his face, only revealing a pair of cold eyes.He was holding a thermal bag in his hand and stood at the door of the convenience store, as if waiting for someone.Snow fell on his shoulders, accumulating a thin layer, but he didn’t notice it.

The moment their eyes met, both of them were stunned.

Song Li’s heartbeat skipped a beat and her footsteps stopped in place.He looked at the faint redness in Ling Qingye’s eyes and knew that he had stayed up late again to deal with those bad things.

Ling Qingye came to his senses first, stepped forward, and handed him the thermal bag in his hand. His tone was as calm as if he was saying something ordinary: “The dumplings you just cooked are still hot.”

Song Li took the thermal bag, his fingertips touched the warm body of the bag, and his heart felt warm.He knew that Ling Qingye was not good at cooking, so it must have taken a lot of effort to cook a bowl of hot dumplings.

“Thank you.” He whispered, with a hint of unnoticeable excitement in his voice.

“No need.” Ling Qingye shook his head, his eyes falling on his feet, “Wearing such thin shoes?”

Song Li lowered his head and looked at his sneakers. The snow water had soaked the edges of his shoes. They were a little cold, but he didn’t feel how cold they were.”Forgot to change.” He said vaguely.

The two stood in the snow without speaking.The snow was still falling gently, falling on their hair and shoulders, so quiet that only the sound of falling snowflakes was left.

“Your dad’s side,” Song Li was the first to break the silence, thinking carefully about his words, “Is everything going well?”

Ling Qingye’s eyes darkened, but his tone remained calm: “That’s almost it. The evidence is enough. The lawyer said the probability of winning the case is high.” He didn’t say much about the hard work of running around, nor did he mention his father’s threats. He just stated a result in the most concise language.This is his habit. He never brings his negative emotions to others, even Song Li.

“That’s good.” Song Li nodded and didn’t ask any more questions.He knew that Ling Qingye would tell him what he wanted to say; if he didn’t want to say anything, there was no point in asking.

Ling Qingye looked at him, his Adam’s apple twitching slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just said: “I have something else to do, let’s go first.” He turned to leave, but then seemed to remember something, and turned around and added: “The dumplings won’t taste good when they are cold, so go back and eat them quickly.”

“Yes.” Song Li looked at his back and suddenly called him, “Ling Qingye.”

Ling Qingye stopped and looked back at him.

“The gloves… I’ll wash them and return them to you.” Song Li said.

The corners of Ling Qingye’s mouth seemed to move slightly, as if he was smiling, but also as if he was not.”No, I’ll give it to you.”

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the wind and snow, his back straight, and soon disappeared around the corner of the alley.

Song Li stood there, holding a warm insulated bag in his hand and wearing the black gloves, feeling warm in his heart.He looked down at his gloves, then looked up at the direction where Ling Qingye disappeared. Snow fell on his face, which was cool, but he didn’t feel cold at all.

After returning home, Song Li opened the thermal bag, and the hot air hit his face.The dumplings are cooked just right, with thin skin and big fillings. When you take a bite, the soup bursts in your mouth, full of delicious flavor.While eating dumplings and looking at the snow outside the window, he suddenly felt that this cold winter vacation didn’t seem so difficult after all.

On the other side, Ling Qingye was sitting in the reception room of the law firm, looking at the falling snow outside the window, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the mobile phone in his pocket.

He didn’t receive any news from Song Li, but he didn’t feel lost.For him, the brief encounter just now and the simple greeting were enough.

Some relationships don’t need to be vigorous or sweet, as long as there is such a tacit understanding and knowing that the other person is doing well, that’s enough.

The snow is still falling, covering the hustle and bustle of the city and the worries hidden in my heart.

Although this winter vacation still carries a bit of bitterness and silence, those quiet concerns and concise greetings are like a ray of light in winter, warming each other and allowing this budding relationship to slowly take root and grow in silence.