Collection 2

Chapter 8

　　Sixteen-year-old Lu Yinghuai had completely failed to master the skill of comforting people. He was stunned for a moment before unnaturally lowering his voice. He walked over and lowered his head and asked Ning Yu, "...What's wrong with you?"

　　Ning Yu shook his head and gave a faint smile, "Nothing. I'll finish class early today and come here to wait for you. Let's go and have dinner."

　　The autumn wind was cold and cold, and the pale light of the street lamp shone on Ning Yu's face. He felt that the wind was really cold tonight, freezing to the bottom of his heart.

　　Lu Yinghuai, who was only wearing a black long-sleeved shirt, glanced at him sideways, pursed his lips, handed over the school uniform in his hand, and said nonchalantly: "I'm not cold."

　　Is not It Cold?

　　But Lu Yinghuai's hand, which he touched when picking up the clothes, was obviously cold.

　　The words he just heard reappeared repeatedly in Ning Yu's mind. The familiar fragrance on Lu Yinghuai's clothes enveloped him, and the warmth made his eyes red. He could hardly help but ask, "Lu Yinghuai, don't you Do you like boys?"

　　But in the end, he timidly said nothing and silently got closer to Lu Yinghuai.

　　To this day, Lu Yinghuai can still think of Ning Yu that day. He was very well-behaved, like a quiet cat when he stood next to him. Just one look at her would make his heart soften into a puddle of water.

　　He didn't want to see Ning Yu showing such a lost and gloomy look again. The first time was ten years ago at Wanfeng Lane, and the other time was when Ning Yu thought of him leaving and was worried that he would forget him.

　　Yesterday's reunion did not unfold according to Lu Yinghuai's imagination, and his words "I have never forgotten you" did not get a chance to be uttered.

　　But it doesn't matter, Lu Yinghuai thought, it's not too late to tell now.

　　He took out the mobile phone from the bedside table, opened the chat box between the two of them, and typed carefully with his short fingers.

　　"Ning Yu, long time no see, I will always remember you."

　　Wrapped in longing are not only Ning Yu's ten years, but also Lu Yinghuai's ten years.

　　Ning Yu, who was making milk, heard the beep on his cell phone. He thought it was a friend, but he took a casual look and froze in place.

　　For ten years, his yearning for Lu Yinghuai and his fear of being forgotten by Lu Yinghuai were washed away by the torrent of time day after day, turning from a small crack into a bottomless abyss.

　　But now Lu Yinghuai told him personally that he had never been forgotten, just like he had never forgotten Lu Yinghuai.

　　The empty valley that has been empty for many years has been echoed, the abyss has been smoothed, the sun is shining for thousands of miles, and the grass is lush.

　　Seeing that the other party was stuck with "The other party is typing...", Lu Yinghuai couldn't wait any longer and simply ran downstairs to find someone.

　　In the living room, next to the coffee table, Ning Yu was holding his mobile phone and reading that sentence over and over again, the light in his eyes almost overflowing.

　　He probably wanted to reply with something, but he deleted or changed it, and he always felt that the words did not convey what he meant.

　　Lu Yinghuai leaned over and wanted to stand on tiptoe to see what was typed in the input box, but he was picked up by the happy Ning Yu and rubbed into his arms.