Everything Has You

When the morning light filtered in through the cracks in the curtains, Bai Zhiyu had already turned the omelette over. She was wearing an apron, her shirt sleeves rolled up to her forearms, and the pot was sizzling. The bedroom door was still closed, and Chi Beibei was probably still counting the folds of her buns in her dream. Bai Zhiyu glanced sideways and raised the corners of his mouth. The clothes were already draped over the back of the chair. Two white T-shirts with the same small bun pattern embroidered on the chest. One smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed, and the other's cheeks turned red. While Chi Beibei was brushing her teeth, Bai Zhiyu leaned against the door frame and looked at her. The reflections of the two people in the mirror were stacked together, like a watercolor painting that was not fully dry. "What are you looking at?" Chi Beibei stared at her vaguely with a mouthful of foam in her mouth. "It's up to you." Bai Zhiyu answered confidently. The bathing was discovered later. Bai Zhiyu always has a vague sweetness floating around her body. Mixed with her own cold fragrance, it smells like mint wrapped in honey. On the day of the party, someone came over and took a sniff, "Hey, you two use the same shower gel?" Bai Zhiyu lowered his head and smiled, gently rubbing circles on the rim of the cup with his fingertips. Chi Beibei's whole face burned from her ears to the side of her neck. She held back a sentence for a long time, "She stole mine." "Yes, I stole it." Bai Zhiyu picked up the wine glass, his eyes reflected the broken light of the crystal lamp, and he was honest. When she went home that night, Chi Beibei hid the shower gel on the top shelf of the cabinet. Bai Zhiyu didn't expose her, and the next morning he squeezed her toothpaste, put on her slippers, and rubbed his whole body into her bed, like a cat that would never let go of a fish in its mouth. It was late at night, and Bai Zhiyu was lying on the table writing in his diary. The tip of the pen rustled, and a line of words fell on the paper. The ink was not dry yet, and there was a little moist light. ——I love you, even if I listen to the wind, you are in everything. There was wind outside the window, and Chi Beibei fell asleep next to her, breathing softly. Bai Zhiyu closed the book and dimmed the lamp one notch. She turned sideways and saw Chi Beibei's eyelashes casting a small shadow on the pillow. The shallow sunburn on the tip of her nose was burnt by the sun at the door of the bun shop last summer. She reached out and pulled up the corner of the quilt. Tomorrow morning, she will be the first to wake up. The omelette will still be runny, the T-shirt will still be the same style, and no matter where the shower gel is hidden, she can always find it. All the things she told the world were hidden by her in three meals a day, morning and dusk, and four seasons. And every word she wrote said the same thing. ——You smell like me now, don't even think about running away. Concept: Redemption between girls