Life Flow｜County Rental House Literature｜Realistic, sour and bitter intertwined with daily sweetness and warmth, slow and dull
After being released from prison, Chen Feng set a new life standard for himself: silence, hard work, and not getting involved with anyone.
Until Mingxi knocked on his door accurately.
This boy, who was dragging a silver suitcase and had a midsummer glow in his smile, became the tenant of his old house in the old alley. He was so appropriate, as if he was already familiar with the sloping floor, the evening light, and the edges and corners of Chen Feng's silence.
Chen Feng fulfilled the landlord's instructions. He cooked, waited for the door, and handed over an umbrella on a rainy night.
But he didn't realize that another set of more precise measurements had been started before he stepped out of prison.
When the young man stared at him, there was a familiarity in his eyes that transcended curiosity; when he mentioned the broken past, there was no surprise in his response, only deep affection. Those intimate temptations and stubborn stops all landed exactly on the point where he needed and resisted the most.
Until Chen Feng heard Mingxi's trembling voice: "... If he remembers everything and wants to return to Brother Feng, what should I do?"
Only then did he realize that this encounter, which seemed to be a gift from fate, had been a deliberate approach from the beginning. The yesterday he tried so hard to hide was the prologue that the other person had already silently written in his heart; the accident he thought was another person's long run carrying secrets and hot instructions.
This summer in Jiangcheng is sultry and long, filled with the chirping of cicadas and uncontrollable heartbeats.
Under the clear sun, everything can be measured.
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"I have loved you for so many years relying on stolen memories."
"Later you asked me if I regretted it...
