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Xu Zhiyi always felt that Chen Wan was the kind of person who lived in the gutter. He guarded a half-dead second-hand bookstore at the end of the alley. His body was covered with thorns that pricked when he saw anyone. He always had a mint candy in his hand that he didn't want to eat. He looked at her like he was looking at a speck of dust that was getting in the way. Until that rainy day, when the thunder exploded, Xu Zhiyi saw the arrogant man huddled at the foot of the stairs, shaking like a lost child. She handed over a piece of candy by accident, and when she heard him crush it between his teeth, he murmured vaguely-- "Mint..." Later, Xu Zhiyi realized that it was not a casual sigh, but a name that could never be taken back. Chen Wan's world is so small that it can only hold a leaky bookstore, a bag of expired mints, and a person he will never see again. Xu Zhiyi thought, then she should expand the world. Big enough to hold her, and every summer for the rest of his life. ------ #Reading tips# ? 1V1, SC, healing slow-heat text ? Aloof ptsd bookstore owner x soft and cute historical house with sensitive hearing ? Daily direction, no cruelty, focusing on a long and steady flow of mutual redemption ? Also known as: "About the fact that I defeated the cold neighbor with mints"

Zhao Yifen was born into the most prominent Zhao family in Chang'an, but he lived like a wandering crane. He is proficient in music, good at playing chess, and understands tea ceremony. Even when he loses his temper, he has a certain sense of elegance. He is the white moonlight that all the ladies in the capital can only dream of. Everyone said that Mr. Zhao's sweetheart must be a noble lady from an aristocratic family who is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and behaves elegantly. Until one day, someone saw Mr. Zhao, who had always been dignified and indifferent, grabbing a hot casserole with his bare hands with a face as cold as ice. The culprit, Yun Lan, was holding up a spear with an innocent look on his face: "Well... I just wanted to practice a new move." ------ When Yun Lan first entered Chang'an, she vowed to become the best shot in the world. She practices like crazy, practicing while eating, walking, and even cooking porridge. She thought that a noble man like Zhao Yifeng, who could not carry on his shoulders or lift with his hands, was the person she least needed to guard against. Until she discovered that this young man could not only play chess and drink tea, but also use his inner strength to help her sort out her meridians when she was practicing her marksmanship. He could clean the pot for her expressionlessly when she burned the bottom of the pot. He could even accurately hold the tip of her spear when she was sleepwalking in the middle of the night and nearly stabbed him while practicing her spear, and then said lightly: "Tomorrow, I will teach you something real in the cold pool in the back mountain." Yun Lan was stunned: "You... You know martial arts?" Zhao Yifeng glanced at her, his clothes fluttering, but there was a hidden meaning in his eyes that she couldn't understand: "Yun Lan, there are many things in this world that are more powerful than marksmanship."

I spent the best seven years loving someone who would never look back at me. From the noisy afternoon of the second year of high school to the graduation platform, Ji Huaishu was like a moon hanging above my head. He is warm, clean, and respects every soul that comes close to him, but he will never really come towards me. The sticky notes he handed me, the cup of hot milk tea on New Year's Eve, and the tacit glances at each other in the library were all the stars in my barren youth. I imitated his preferences clumsily and chased after him desperately, thinking that if I worked hard enough, I would be able to touch that beam of light. But after all, the moon is for looking up to. It wasn't until the day I heard that he got married and had a baby that I realized that my seven-year secret love was just a war that I was fighting alone. This novel is written for all you who have ever chewed sourness alone late at night. There is no miracle in the story, no reunion, only a real answer about "missing out". Later, I finally learned to cook myself a bowl of noodles in the smoke of fireworks and no longer looked up at the moon. Hello, Yu Huaihuai. Goodbye, Ji Huaishu.