1. 16-Year-old Fu Qingsheng confessed to 22-year-old Xu Chuzhi, but she ran away in a hurry.
Two years later, 24-year-old Xu Chuzhi received the same confession.
The dampness of family affection soaked most of her memories into mold. But some people are like spring moss, which grows wildly in her heart once it rains. Covering the sky and covering the earth, leaving no gaps.
She is a coward in relationships. She hesitates and retreats, stumbling and covered in dust. Therefore, when love knocked on the door, her first reaction was to cover her ears and wipe away his hot pupils.
She wanted to escape, but Fu Qingsheng's hand held the door open. He was questioning, angry.
"Why are you avoiding me?"
He held her shoulders and easily turned her around to face him.
Xu Chuzhi only dared to look at his ears and temples. But the gaze above her head was too hot, and she felt like a lamb waiting to be hunted: "I just... Just think our relationship is too strange..."
"What's our relationship?"
Xu Chuzhi blinked, and the butterfly about to fly fluttered in his heart again.
Can I really only stay by your side as my younger brother?
Fu Qingsheng lowered his eyes, knowing the answer in his heart very clearly.
This is not what I want.
"You desire me as much as I desire you. Don't you?"
2. What does love feel like? Xu Chuzhi couldn't explain clearly, but she understood it when she was with Fu Qingsheng.
Xu Chuzhi always talks about being afraid of growing old, but Fu Qingsheng always smiles and takes the trouble to hold her hand and kiss her fingertips: "Then I will accompany you."
I have always believed that the most unswerving form of love is when your right hand holds my left hand. Even if it gets old and wrinkled, we still hold it tightly.
Xu Chuzhi said he had bad luck and asked him what he had wished for in exchange for his wish to heaven. Fu Qingsheng closed his eyes and smiled but did not answer. If the cost of meeting and falling in love with you is to spend half of my luck, then I have really made a lot of money.
3. The swaying candlelight dances alone against the heavy rain on the white wall.
Two lines of tears slid from the end of Xu Chuzhi's eyes to the corners of her mouth. She bit her lips and tried not to choke: "Fu Qingsheng, my money is very clean..."
Her pain had a shape, and Fu Qingsheng reached out to touch it, but his hands were pricked all over.
"I know."
"Why. Why does everyone have so much malice toward me..."
The warm fingertips slid from the end of her eyes to her lips with tears in them.
He lowered his eyes, traced her lips with his fingers, and covered her full lips with his fingertips.
"Because they only believe what they see."
Fu Qingsheng bent his head and brushed the tip of her nose. In her eyes reflected by the candlelight, a very light kiss fell on the knuckles covering his lips.
"But I only believe in you."
Concept: Real love is like light rain. You can't notice it, but it keeps falling.
