"Trend"
He Zhun x Qu Pingzhi
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The day He Zhun left the village, he drove in a car with four wheels. He didn't even have to open the door by himself. There were only a few of them in the whole village. It was many times more impressive than the bicycles and tractors in the village.
A group of half-grown children hid behind the wall and peeked, wiping their noses and wondering when they could get on such a car. Only Qu Pingzhi came out, wearing a washed-white skirt with the hem rolled up. He didn't look at anything else but He Zhun in the car.
"You, you... Will you come back?" The tin car was steaming under the scorching sun. She didn't come near, she only grabbed the hem of her skirt and asked.
"Grandma is gone, and I will rarely come back. See you again if we have the chance." He Zhun pretended to be a young adult and said to her seriously outside the car window.
Qu Pingzhi said nothing and watched the car drive down the hillside, its exhaust fumes lingering for a long time.
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Qu Pingzhi saw He Zhun again at the convenience store where he worked part-time. It was dusk and the setting sun reflected on the glass, reflecting the colorful colors.
Someone walked in, she said welcome, she said thank you for your business.
Many things happened just like what happened that day. They came and went quickly. He Zhun once again played the role of a passerby, even more than when he was a child.
On the night of the graduation party, when she was drunk and in a daze, He Zhun carried her through the lively streets and deep alleys.
"... He Zhun, He Zhun." Qu Pingzhi turned his face and called his name, "Do you really have nothing to say to me?"
"No." The person carrying her said without thinking, and added at the end, "Have a good rest."
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Later, and later.
Qu Pingzhi blocked the person in a corner and asked word for word: "He Zhun, do you still like me?"
He Zhun lowered his head. The young master who used to be lively and talkative was now extremely taciturn. Qu Pingzhi raised his head and came closer little by little. The air flow of his breath was intertwined, and the distance shortened in seconds.
"Hello." The tips of their noses touched.
I don't know how long passed, maybe only a few minutes, or just a few seconds.
"... I like it, I like it."
She heard He Zhun say.
"Always... Like it."
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1. Copywriting is not everything.
2. Slow pace, not cool, companionship and growth, the love part is all for adults.
3. This is my first full-length novel and I received reasonable and friendly writing guidance. Thank you for liking it.
Intention: Sincerity is the ultimate skill
