A strange customer came to Late Star Florist, spending 100,000 yuan just to get the owner's private WeChat, Nan Xi.
Nan Xi, who had stars in her eyes at the sight of money, fawningly opened her phone. "Should I scan your code?"
She saved the customer as "Esteemed VVVIP," then accidentally sent the label as a verification message.
After the customer accepted her friend request, she hurriedly typed to cover it up: "It's a pleasure to serve you."
Bo Shiyue put away her phone and gazed at Nan Xi for a long while.
"Xingxing," she called Nan Xi by her childhood nickname, her voice forlorn. "Do we really have to be so distant?"
"How would Miss Bo like to get closer? Shall we meet tonight?"
Nan Xi thought she would turn and leave, but instead, Bo Shiyue turned and went upstairs.
"I'll be waiting."
*
Back in school, Bo Shiyue had been cool and distant, proud and aloof. She wouldn't let Nan Xi speak frivolously, and her icy expression was a familiar sight.
It turned out that Bo Shiyue could be vulgar too. She dressed herself up to the nines to go on a blind date with a man, then left without a word.
Ten years apart, and she wasn't pretending to be above it all anymore.
The love of their youth was nothing worth mentioning. Nan Xi decided to be vulgar for once too, and make VVVIP spend a million at least, just to vent her anger.
But Bo Shiyue was like a lily of the valley, graceful and lovely, poisonous from root to tip, and enough to make Nan Xi lose control.
The result of losing control again was that, just as their love was at its most intense, a bucket of cold water came pouring down on her.
"You lied to me again."
*
To win back her old love, Bo Shiyue overcame every obstacle and traveled all the way to the city where Nan Xi was vacationing.
"Let's get to know each other. My name is Bo Shiyue. Shi, as in time; yue, as in moon. My nickname is Yue Liang. You can... call me Moon."
Just like back in their first year of high school, when Nan Xi had held out her hand and said the very same thing.
The moment their eyes met, time and space overlapped. Thirteen years of time and love slowly began to turn once more.
The difference was, this time, it was my turn to pursue you.
Coming next: A Diary of Raising My Childhood Sweetheart
Everyone at Chunhua Elementary knew that Cheng Zhen, a girl from a single-parent family, had a pretty little sidekick from a fabulously wealthy family.
The little sidekick called her Sister Zhenzhen when she couldn't read, when she cried, and even when she fell while dancing. She stuck to Cheng Zhen like glue.
Under pressure, Cheng Zhen had no choice but to speak coldly. "I'm just the child of your family's servant. Don't cling to me anymore."
The little sidekick, Bo Shitian, smiled brightly, her dimples faint. "But I like you."
Cheng Zhen lowered her head and said nothing, the tips of her ears turning red.
She didn't know what love was.
*
In her second year of high school, Cheng Zhen began serializing a novel. It became an instant hit and was soon published.
In the afterword of the print edition, she wrote with restrained solemnity:
This book is dedicated to the girl I love.
Bo Shitian: QAQ
Sister Zhenzhen actually likes someone.
A few years later, Bo Shitian, hailed by the public as a goddess of classical dance, posted on Weibo with the book in her arms:
So it was me all along OuO
[Little Scene]
Outside, the rain came in fits and starts, and the wind howled. Shadows shifted across the curtains. One woman was kissing another woman's cheek, their gazes entwined, the atmosphere charged with intimacy.
Bo Shitian sat up and pushed open the window, letting the breeze cool the flush on her face.
She thought dazedly, So two girls can be this close?
"Are you okay?"
A concerned voice came from behind her. She came to her senses and looked at Cheng Zhen, whose face was still as calm as ever.
"I'm fine, just a little hot."
She lay back down, her heartbeat quickening at the familiar presence beside her.
Cheng Zhen nodded and said nothing more, nor did she look again at Bo Shitian's shimmering eyes.
[I want to be air, dwelling on you for just a moment.
I want to go unnoticed, yet be indispensable.]
Joseph Brodsky
Theme: Through adversity, we reach the stars.
In the sultry night, Nan Xi looked at Bo Shiyue, whose face was flushed, and asked seriously: "What is the flower language of green plum blossoms?" Bo Shiyue panted slightly and couldn't answer a word. "It's my childhood sweetheart," Nan Xi covered her again, "I'll punish you again." "Wait..." Bo Shiyue made an excuse, "I haven't collected "Qingmei's Development Diary", I haven't collected the author's column, and I haven't followed Weibo. The Moon is Sweet..." Okay, Nan Xi stopped, it can be done in five seconds, don't be in a hurry. The night is still long.
Teacher... New article... I'm going to... Starve to death, teacher... I'm going to vb to catch you...
After scattering flowers, I can't bear to leave the moon and stars. I hope they can live happily together in parallel time and space.
Finished spreading flowers! Nice!
Where is the teacher? Come back and write an essay quickly.
I've finished reading it. It's great. When will I publish a new article?
Throw flowers! Both Duixue Weijiu and Yuexingxingxi are beautiful, and I'm already ready to grab a copy!
I've finished reading it, it's really good, thank you to the author!
The story of Stars and Moon is really well written, but not many people read GL in Xiaolujiang. To get out of the industry, you need both literary talent and luck. I saw this book on the list. I read a few chapters and liked it so much that I followed it all the way. The content is well written. I believe that sooner or later it will meet my wife's expectations. It's just a matter of time.
Finished spreading flowers (o^^o) I learned the names of flowers while reading novels hahahahaha