Lin Shen's world is mint-colored, cool and orderly, with a lingering and cautious tranquility. Ye Luo spent more than ten years covering this tranquility, keeping it warm inch by inch, dyed with the warmth of the sun.
On the night of his birthday, the summer night was sultry and the cicadas sounded like waves. Ye Luo found the quiet corner where he usually stayed, and his figure blocked the yellow light from the corridor in the distance. There was no foreshadowing, no hesitation, Ye Luo's eyes fell into his eyes calmly and directly, and there was a heat in them that Lin Shen was familiar with but had never dared to delve into.
"Deeply," Ye Luo's voice overcame the chirping of the cicadas, and was as clear as ice falling to the ground, hitting the apex of his heart, "I don't want to wait any longer. I like you. It's not the kind of love that an elder brother has for a younger brother, but a love that Ye Luo has for Lin Shen, a man for a man."
The air seemed to freeze for a moment. Lin Shen's fingertips curled up subconsciously and touched the can of Coke that Ye Luosai brought over. The aluminum wall was filled with cold moisture, which formed a strange contrast with his sudden beating heartbeat. Ye Luo's straightforwardness was like a key, not breaking in recklessly, but accurately unscrewing a lock deep in his heart that had already been loosened. Those unspoken protections, those understandings that transcended tacit understanding, those patient eyes that could always be caught after his stumbling words... All had a burning name in an instant.
He wanted to speak, but his throat seemed to be entangled with soft threads, and a familiar feeling of stagnation came over him. His cheeks were heating up uncontrollably, and he opened his mouth hurriedly, but the syllables were broken on his lips. Ye Luo didn't urge him, just looked at him, his eyes soft but firm, as if saying "I understand." Then, Ye Luo stretched out her hand, not to hold his hand, but to gently cover the back of his hand holding the Coke can, and the warm palm wrapped around his coldness and trembling.
This understanding without words is more powerful than any words. Lin took a deep breath, and the drunken summer air poured into his chest. He raised his head, met Ye Luo's gaze, and saw a small and certain version of himself in the other person's clear pupils.
Later, when someone asked, what made the indifferent Lin Shen choose the fiery Ye Luo. Lin Shen would look at the person next to him who would always reserve a quiet half for him and could easily make him laugh. On a moonlit night, he would answer smoothly and softly:
"With him, my silence... Was never misunderstood as blankness."
Purpose: Beautiful friendship warms the four seasons