That Nameless Summer Chapter 46

introduce yourself

Song Li suddenly broke away and wiped his face. The tip of his nose was red, but his eyes were still a bit unruly: “Why are you crying? I was angry with you just now.”

Ling Qingye looked at his stiff mouth, and the smile in his eyes deepened. He didn’t expose him, but bent down to pick up the thermal bag that fell on the ground, poured the porridge into a bowl and handed it over: “Eat first, it won’t taste good when it gets cold.”

Song Li glared at him and took the bowl, but didn’t move his chopsticks immediately.The porridge still tasted the same as it did seven years ago, soft, glutinous and fragrant. After one bite, warmth spread from his stomach to his whole body, making his nose feel a little sore.He lowered his head to eat the porridge, not daring to look at Ling Qingye. He was afraid that he would shed tears again, and even more afraid that seeing the tenderness in his eyes would completely destroy his power.

Ling Qingye didn’t say anything, just sat on the chair next to him and watched him eat quietly.My eyes fell on the red tips of his ears, the tight lip line, and the slightly trembling hand holding the spoon, and my heart was filled with the joy of regaining something.After seven years, he could finally watch Song Li eating like this again, watching him live, instead of just on the screen and in memories.

Song Li felt uncomfortable looking at him. He scooped a large spoonful of porridge into his mouth and said vaguely: “What are you looking at? You haven’t seen anyone eating before?”

“I’ve never seen him before.” Ling Qingye followed his words with a smile in his voice, “I’ve never seen such a good-looking person eating.”

Song Li’s face instantly burned up and he almost spit out the porridge in his mouth.He suddenly raised his head and glared at him, his eyes fierce, but not intimidating. Instead, he looked like a kitten with explosive fur: “Ling Qingye, why are you so thick-skinned?”

“It doesn’t matter if I’m gentle to you.” Ling Qingye’s tone was still gentle, and he looked at him with burning eyes, “Song Li, let’s get acquainted again. My name is Ling Qingye, I am twenty-five this year, and I am the founder of Ling’s Technology.”

Song Li paused for a moment, feeling mixed emotions in his heart.He put down his spoon, pursed his lips, and said in a lower voice: “Song Li, twenty-six, e-sports anchor.”

“I know.” Ling Qingye smiled, “I watch every live broadcast of yours, and I’ve watched your game videos over and over again.”

Song Li’s heartbeat skipped a beat, but his mouth remained stiff: “Boring.”

“It’s not boring.” Ling Qingye shook his head, his eyes serious, “Watching you play, it’s like seeing you seven years ago, always so motivated and so unwilling to admit defeat.”

The two fell into silence again, but the atmosphere was no longer as awkward as before, but instead had a subtle sweetness.Song Li lowered his head and continued to drink porridge, but not as fast as before. The awkwardness and stiffness in his heart melted little by little under Ling Qingye’s gentle eyes.

After finishing the porridge, Song Li put away the dishes and wanted to go to the kitchen to wash, but was stopped by Ling Qingye: “I’ll wash it, you go and have a rest.”

“No, I’ll do it myself.” Song Li refused to let him go. As the two of them struggled, Song Li lost his balance and staggered into Ling Qingye’s arms.

The familiar smell of cedar surrounded him again, and the warm body temperature was transmitted through the thin clothing. Song Li’s body froze instantly, and his heart beat wildly.He could clearly hear Ling Qingye’s powerful heartbeat, which was intertwined with his own heartbeat and was particularly clear.

Ling Qingye subconsciously held his waist, his fingertips touched the delicate skin, and his body froze.He looked down at the person in his arms. Song Li’s head was pressed against his chin. It was furry, like a docile little animal. It was completely different from the usual indifference during live broadcasts and the explosive hair just now.

“Stand still.” Ling Qingye’s voice was a little hoarse, and he gently let go of his hand, but not completely, maintaining a protective posture.

Song Li suddenly took a step back and distanced himself. The tips of his ears were so red that they could bleed. He didn’t dare to look at him: “I’m going to wash the dishes.” After saying that, he rushed into the kitchen as if he was running away.

Looking at his hastily escaping back, Ling Qingye chuckled, the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowing.He knew that Song Li’s temper was still so awkward, so hard-spoken and soft-hearted, but it didn’t matter. He had plenty of time and patience to melt the ice in his heart little by little.

Song Li was washing dishes in the kitchen. The water flowed loudly, but it couldn’t cover his beating heart.The touch of running into Ling Qingye’s arms, the smell of him, and his hoarse voice all replayed in his mind repeatedly, making his cheeks feel hot.

He admitted that his resistance to Ling Qingye was more out of fear.I’m afraid that the seven-year gap will make it impossible for the two of them to get along, I’m afraid that my past will become a burden, and I’m afraid that this lost relationship will disappear again.But Ling Qingye’s gentleness and firmness just now made his heart flutter and he couldn’t help but want to get closer.

After washing the dishes and coming out, Ling Qingye was sitting on the sofa, flipping through the e-sports magazine he put on the table.The sun fell on him, outlining his tall and straight figure, and his side face had soft lines, which made him look particularly good-looking.

Song Li stood at the door of the kitchen, watching this scene, and suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of security in his heart.He walked over and sat down on the other side of the sofa. There was a distance between the two of them, not far but not close, but there was no longer the alienation they had before.

“Is there a live broadcast in the afternoon?” Ling Qingye was the first to break the silence.

“Yes.” Song Li nodded, “It starts at three o’clock.”

“Can I see it?” Ling Qingye looked at him with a bit of expectation in his eyes.

Song Li’s face turned red again and he turned away awkwardly: “Whatever you want.”

Ling Qingye didn’t say anything more, just continued to flip through the magazine, occasionally looking up at Song Li with gentle eyes.The apartment was very quiet, with only the sound of flipping magazines and the river breeze outside the window, but it was particularly warm.

Song Li leaned on the sofa and looked at Ling Qingye’s side face. The awkwardness in his heart faded away little by little, replaced by full of sweetness.He thought, maybe, it was right to stay.Perhaps the seven-year gap is not so difficult to fill.Perhaps, he and Ling Qingye can return to the way they were seven years ago, or even be better than before.

At three o’clock, Song Li started broadcasting on time.He sat in front of the computer, put on his headphones, took a deep breath, and adjusted himself.In the camera, he is still the top anchor who talks less and focuses more, but the alienation in his eyes is a little less, and there is a little more gentleness that is not easy to detect.

Ling Qingye sat on the sofa next to him and watched his live broadcast quietly without speaking or disturbing him. Only occasionally when he won a game, a proud smile would flash in his eyes.

Fans in the live broadcast room noticed something was wrong: “Dushen is in good condition today! Feeling a little gentler than usual?”

“Is there something good going on? The corners of Du Shen’s mouth seem to be smiling!”

“There seems to be a figure behind you? Who is it?”

Song Li’s ears turned red when he saw the barrage, but he didn’t explain it. He just operated the mouse and his tone remained calm: “Don’t guess, concentrate on watching the game.”

But his eyes inadvertently glanced at Ling Qingye next to him, and he couldn’t help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

The sun shines through the window and shines warmly on the two of them.The seven-year estrangement finally melted away at this moment.In the awkward tenderness, secret sweetness grows. The days to come are destined to be overflowing with sweetness and accompanied by gentleness.