A throwback to the ancestors, funny and cheerful, but actually fragile on the inside and longing for love, a top academic girl × a straight man who looks gentle on the outside and is sultry on the inside.
At the end of summer that year, the rain was still pouring down. Yan Huanqing held a transparent umbrella and watched the girl splashing in the rain.
"Qing Yan Huan, I... Don't hold an umbrella for you anymore."
"Yeah."
"You... Take it by yourself every time, which makes me... Seem like a licking dog..."
The young man frowned, suppressing a smile and his expression faded.
Ye Tong smiled self-deprecatingly.
"Forget it, lick the dog... Just lick the dog, I'm... Happy."
As he spoke, he almost tripped over the curb on the side of the road.
Yan Huanqing stepped forward to support her.
"Ye Tong, you are drunk, your drinking capacity is a bit too low."
Ye Tong didn't know whether he didn't hear it or didn't want to answer. He looked up at him with blurred eyes.
"Yan Huanqing, tell me, am I a funny girl?"
Yan Huanqing tilted his head, half-squinting his eyes, pretending to think seriously, and then looked at the girl in front of him. He couldn't hold back his laughter, and two shallow dimples sunk into his cheeks.
Ye Tong suddenly became dejected.
"I know, everyone thinks I'm a funny girl, even An Xin thinks so. You... You must think so too."
"I'm done. Funny girls don't deserve love at all. What should I do?"
Yan Huanqing obviously didn't expect the girl to ask such a question. He took a step forward and leaned down to her eye level.
"Ye Tong, that's a rumor."
"So what about the rumors! I believed them, I... I have no confidence anymore."
Ye Tong couldn't hold back, his whole body started to tremble, and tears kept pouring out of his eyes.
Yan Huanqing finally saw that Ye Tong's so-called funny persona was just that she was sensitive, had low self-esteem, could not get what she wanted, and hoped to attract others' attention. A fragile inner armor that collapsed in front of the young man.
Yan Huanqing put the umbrella aside, slowly stepped forward, opened his arms, and hugged the girl.
"I don't believe it."
"That's good."
"Let me help you break the rumors."
Yan Huanqing smoothed Ye Tong's rain-wet hair.
"Atong."
"From now on, you don't have to be a funny girl in front of me anymore."
"Even if others think Atong is boring and ignore you, I will still be here."
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