Countless Shade Of Qingyu

butterfly In the embrace of a demon

Feng Jian Yu's POV

This night is raining heavily outside my bedroom, I don't know where I should start writing about this, I felt so embarassed just to write out about it. but I don't know who I should turn to, the one I want to tell about this the most is the one who caused all these complexities in me.

I should just start, otherwise I will stop writing and close my eyes and never write about it.

I thought it was a good experience to finally able to confess my feeling to the person I really like, I have been admiring him from a time since I see him reading a poetry in the theater class.

I keep thinking about how soulful he was, how could he put such an emotion to a word, he twisted with his tounge and bold it clear with his tone, his expression was changing rapidly to the the rhythm of his hands.

I got mesmerized, more like captivated, I admire him instantly, I got to know his name is wang qing, he is a really nice guy, always smiling to everyone that cross his path.

We aren't in the same Major so I didn't meet him that often, once in awhile when we bump into each other, he will smile that warm smile at me. We didn't talk much, didn't have a time to do all of that short of thing.

Not until we join project, it was chinese culture festival, our university held a very big event, I was one of the commitee from my organization and so was he, it was a long preparation time, almost every free time when we didn't have class I would went to the meeting room to input a new idea for the event and to see the progress of our project. He always comes too.

Somehow he always choose to sit next to me, it was deliberate because even though I came later than him and sit far away from him, he would shamelessly move his sit to be near me.

He was a total gentleman, he was always providing me with small things that made my heart jump in it's place. "It is kinda cold today, why are you wearing thin clothes, here wear my jacket, I wear thicker denim than you", he would just wrap his jacket on me carelessly not knowing what it did to my poor heart.

"Have you eat dayu? I bought food too much to eat on my own, rushing him so I won't miss the discussion. Please help me with the food." Buying coffee so I wouldn't fall a sleep when we stay until late at night.

When I was busy typing my report, he would sit beside me eating his snacks and giving his idea to help me with the report. He would eagerly discuss about the history of china through poetries, he would participate as the one reading the poetry in the event too. They ask him to creat a poem about the meaning in youth eyes about chinese culture. He only has 2 months to hand the poetry to them and if he couldn't provide the suitable poetry, he would have to read the one the other committee pick from polling.

He has a very vivid imagination about everything, explaining everything in details, even when the other group leader presenting their idea he would whisper some of his thought to me to ask about my opinion before he finally raise his hands to give more input for them.

He would held the door for me to walk in when I have much stuff in my hands, would ask to help me if I carry heavy things, cheers me up when I was in bad mood and even help me with my assignment when I sometimes accidentally pouring my heart about the troublesome task toward him.

The date of the event was close, would our relationship change after this?

He was performing amazingly, he deserved the standing ovation from the entire audiences, I couldn't help but slip a few drop of tears, I met him at the back of the theater, didn't know what got into me, I hugged him tightly when he shook my hand. Glad, he didn't find it awkward and held me just as tight.