That Nameless Summer Chapter 45

seven years

In the lounge, Xu Jiangyou had just finished dealing with a group of media and leaned on the sofa tiredly.The agent went out to answer the phone, and she was the only one left in the room. Just when she was about to close her eyes and take a rest, the door was gently pushed open.

Qin Jiangwen stood at the door, holding a glass of warm water in his hand. His expression was still the usual indifference, but there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes: “I just saw that you didn’t drink much water.”

Xu Jiangyou opened his eyes and saw that it was him. He subconsciously sat up straighter and said in a calm tone, “Thank you, Mr. Qin. No need.”

Qin Jiangwen didn’t go in. He just put the water glass on the coffee table by the door and clenched his fingertips, as if he mustered up the courage: “Are you… okay these years?”

Xu Jiangyou’s eyes fell on the cup of warm water. The cup was steaming slightly, much like the sweet soup he secretly put in the locker.She lowered her eyelashes and said in a soft voice, “It’s good. Mr. Qin took the trouble.”

The word “worry” was like an invisible wall, blocking Qin Jiangwen out.Seeing Xu Jiangyou’s deliberately distant look, he felt sour in his heart.He failed to find her seven years ago. He could only see her news in the news these years. Watching her step by step from an unknown little actor to where she is now, he was happy for her but also felt sorry for the difficulty behind her.

He wanted to ask her if she had suffered a lot back then, and if she had ever thought of him occasionally, but when the words came to her lips, all she could say was stiff politeness: “That’s good. Regarding cooperation, a staff member will contact you later.”

“Okay, thank you, Mr. Qin.” Xu Jiangyou still didn’t raise his head, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the armrests of the sofa.

Qin Jiangwen didn’t say anything more, turned around and gently closed the door.The moment the door closed, Xu Jiangyou raised his head and looked at the glass of warm water. The calmness in his eyes was finally broken, and a line of tears fell silently.It’s not that she doesn’t want to ask, it’s not that she doesn’t miss her, it’s just that the distance of seven years is too far, so far away that she doesn’t dare to get closer, for fear that all her thoughts will turn into wishful thinking.

In the corridor, Qin Jiangwen leaned against the wall, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.He took out his mobile phone and pulled out a photo. He secretly took a picture of Xu Jiangyou’s back at the sports meeting seven years ago. He was standing by the track with a low ponytail and a bright smile.The photo was a little blurry, but he had been looking at it for seven years, and every time he felt he couldn’t hold it anymore, he would take it out and look at it.

Under the streetlight at the corner of the street, Song Li and Ling Qingye were still standing there, silently separated by a short distance.The night breeze was cool, and it couldn’t blow away the nagging concern between the two, nor could it blow away the seven-year gap.

They all stood there, looking in each other’s direction, but no one dared to take another step forward.Those longings hidden deep in my heart, those unspoken words, have been wrapped in a hard shell by seven years. No one wants to break them first, for fear of breaking at the first touch.

Song Li was awakened by a knock on the door. He still had a hangover and a headache. He froze in place as soon as he opened the door.

Ling Qingye stood at the door, wearing a simple white T-shirt and black pants. The sharpness of his suit had faded away, and his features were as clean as seven years ago.He was holding a thermal bag in his hand, and his fingertips were still a little wet. It was obvious that he had just bought breakfast.

The two looked at each other for three seconds, and the air froze.

Song Li frowned first, took half a step back, and pushed down the brim of his hat: “How did Mr. Ling find this? Illegitimate meal?” His tone was firm, but his ears were quietly red.

Ling Qingye’s Adam’s apple twitched, but without taking his stab, he handed over the thermal bag and said in a low and coaxing voice: “You left something on the park bench last night.”

In the bag were Song Li’s old headphones that had been lost, and a bowl of warm preserved egg and lean meat porridge, which was his favorite flavor seven years ago.

Song Li clutched the thermos bag, his fingertips were hot, and he said harshly: “I don’t want to eat this, I have changed my taste long ago.” Before he could finish his words, his stomach growled unsatisfactorily, and his face instantly burned.

Ling Qingye chuckled, and the sound of his chest vibrating was very pleasant, breaking the seven years of alienation.”If you don’t want to waste it, I’ll eat it.” He gestured to take it. Song Li immediately put the bag in his arms and turned around to enter the house: “Come in, don’t block the way at the door.”

The apartment was very small, with one bedroom and one living room, and there were piles of gaming equipment everywhere, as well as a few coats thrown around casually, giving off a bit of fireworks.Ling Qingye stood in the entrance hall, his eyes scanning the competition posters on the wall, and finally landed on a photo under the glass on the corner of the table – it was a photo of the two of them on the playground seven years ago. Song Li was holding his neck and smiling openly, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Song Li caught a glimpse of his gaze and hurriedly tried to cover it up, but Ling Qingye held her wrist down.

The moment the fingertips touched, electric current coursed through the body.

Song Li jerked his hand away, and the tips of his ears were so red that they were bleeding: “What are you looking at? I should have thrown it away a long time ago.”

Ling Qingye stared at the corners of his red eyes, and his voice was as soft as a sigh: “I didn’t throw it away, I still have it.”

Song Li’s heart tugged hard, and those resentments suddenly lost their confidence. His eyes were a little sore, but he frowned: “Why are you looking for me? Are you looking at my joke?”

“No.” Ling Qingye took a step forward, closing the distance. The smell of cedar enveloped him with warmth, “I want to tell you that I didn’t give up looking for you back then. I want to tell you that I have been waiting for you for a long time.”

He raised his hand and gently brushed the black and blue under Song Li’s eyes with his fingertips. His movements were cautious, fearing to break the person in front of him.”In the past seven years, I have been watching your live broadcast every day, watching you win games, watching you transform from an Internet cafe boy to a top anchor. I am very happy.”

Song Li took a breath and turned away, his voice trembling: “Who wants you to see…”

“I want it.” Ling Qingye turned his face and asked him to look directly at him, his eyes filled with tenderness and stubbornness that had been hidden for seven years.

“Song Li, stop hiding. I know you don’t really want to leave. If you wanted to escape, you wouldn’t have left your headphones somewhere, and you wouldn’t have stayed in this city.”

These words touched Song Li’s weakness. He couldn’t hold back any longer and raised his hand to push him: “Damn you! Seven years! Why did you go already?” Tears finally fell, with grievances and longing that had been held back for too long.

Ling Qingye let him push him, “I’m sorry, I’m late. I will never let you be alone again.”

Song Li struggled twice in his arms, and finally collapsed weakly, clutching the corners of his clothes and whimpering, like a wronged child.

The porridge in the thermal bag was still warm, and the aroma spread out, mixed with the intertwined breaths of the two of them, and it was so sweet that it became cloying.

The river breeze outside the window is still the same, but it is no longer biting. Instead, it carries a gentle warmth, blowing away the seven years of haze.