Lin Xun is a slow man. After getting along with Song Cheng in the past few days, he has let go a lot, at least he is not as restrained in front of him as before.

Lin Xun is also the only daughter in the family. Her parents were both academics. The elegance of her mother, the quietness of her father, and the rendering of the family atmosphere, from childhood to the present, in the eyes of others, Lin Xun is a well-behaved and quiet girl.

Her parents have never deliberately cultivated her, all this is just what she has been exposed to for so many years.

Lin Xun and Song Cheng were standing on the ancient temple street in the small city at the moment.

Today is the monthly Temple Day on Temple Street. The streets are bustling with people.

There is a thousand-year-old temple here, and Lin Xun plans to take Song Cheng there.

There are many long-established shops in this street, as well as various local snack bars and shops that sell things related to worship.

As for Song Cheng, he prefers to come here on weekdays. But looking at Lin Xun, who was in high spirits, she was happy.

Song Cheng was by her side, but there were too many people here, and she would occasionally be bumped into, and then Song Cheng directly clasped his hand on her shoulder and took her away.

Lin Xun was holding a small windmill in his hand, his eyes were looking around, and he seemed to be a child who hadn't gone out for a long time.

She hadn't been here for a long time, seven or eight years ago since she was last here with her parents.

It was still the same place she remembered.

When she and her parents arrived, she stood in the middle, and her parents were on either side of her.

And today, she and Song Cheng came here, and he was by her side.

She felt happy.

She hopes that the time today can be slowed down.

On the linden tree is a small wooden sign full of red threads, and on the wooden sign is a calligraphy written with a brush, which expresses the wish of every pilgrim.

"May what I think in my heart be reality" - Lin Xun.

Song Cheng watched Lin Xun write the word on the wooden plaque one by one. Her calligraphy is beautiful.

But who can do what they want is reality?

The most amazing thing about life is often to make you go in the opposite direction of what you expect. Isn't the most we doing to accept all these variables in life?

Song Cheng looked at Lin Xun's writing in a daze, this was her wish full of anticipation.

Perhaps only a person like her, who still maintains the precious thing of innocence in the face of life, would make such a good wish.

Lin Xun looked at Song Cheng in a daze, and waved his hand in front of him, "Have you finished writing?" ”。

Song Cheng really didn't know what to write, "yet".

Lin Xun looked at the small wooden sign in Song Cheng's hand, "Then you write first, and I'll go over and see where we hang it." ”

Song Cheng looked at the back of Lin Xun walking past, and she looked up at the Bodhi tree that was hung full of small wooden signs with red threads.

He picked up the pen and wrote four words on the small wooden sign, "As you wish."

This Bodhi tree, which has survived for hundreds of years, carries people's wishes for a better life, and it seems that it is a guardian who guards people's expectations.

They walked around the temple, and Song Cheng thought to himself how quiet it would be when it was empty.

The winding path leads to the secluded place, and the flowers and trees in the meditation room are deep.

After being in the noisy city for a long time, it often makes people feel very bored. I want to escape, but a lot of things you can't put down keep you tied up there, and people can't breathe.

This short period of time has been idle in this small city, and Song Cheng doesn't even want to leave here.

It's actually good to live here for the rest of your life.

"Where are we going now?"

"Let's go to elementary school," Lin replied.

"Elementary school?"

Lin Qian spent several years here as a child.

When he was about to reach the door, Lin Xun took Song Cheng's hand and trotted over with him. And Song Cheng let Lin Xun hold his hand like this, and felt very happy in his heart.

When Lin Xun reacted and pulled Song Cheng to run over, he suddenly let go of his hand.

Song Cheng couldn't help but laugh out loud as he watched her face slowly turn red again. He hadn't seen her blush in days.

Song Cheng's happy mood didn't last long.

Lin Xun happily introduces him to his childhood friend, a young elementary school teacher, who is gentle and elegant. And Song Cheng could clearly feel that this teacher was not very friendly to him.

Song Cheng looked at Lin Xun's happy appearance at this time, if there was no third party present, he would be very happy.

But now, to be honest, I feel pimple in my heart, and it's quite uncomfortable.

After these days of getting along, Song Cheng was sure of his heart for Lin Xun. If he had to choose someone to accompany him for the rest of his life, he was sure that this person would be none other than Lin Xun.

The three of them stood on the playground like this, and the two men did not speak again except for the first greeting.

The playground is filled with the sound of children playing. When did you frolic like them? Memories are blurred.

When did you learn to pretend to be a little adult and think that such a frolic is childish? Memories have faded away.

Lin Xun ran over to join the group of children playing, leaving these two people here. It seems to be preparing for a war between men.

Song Cheng raised his eyebrows, watching and looking forward to the changes.

Song Cheng set his eyes on Lin Xun in the distance, and the teacher also followed his gaze.

"When did Mr. Song and Xiao Xun meet?" , The teacher couldn't help but open his mouth first, but he didn't put his eyes on Song Cheng's body when he spoke.

"A month ago", Song Cheng just replied lightly. Xiaoxiao? It's quite easy-going. After answering, Song Cheng did not speak again. And the teacher could clearly feel that Song Cheng didn't want to talk to him much, but there were some things to be clarified.

"Xiaoyun is very nice, very kind, and can be friends with anyone." When the teacher spoke, his voice was cheerful, and the tone seemed to be telling outsiders about his own children.

And Song Cheng was not to be outdone, "It's good if she's happy", these five words are nothing, but when Song Cheng said it, it was obvious that he had a taste of spoiling.

"Although Mr. Song and Xiao Xun have known each other for a short time, it can be seen that Mr. Song likes Xiao Xun."

"Time is not an issue when you meet the right person"

This short conversation seems to have a definite ending.

They watched Lin Xun come over, and neither of them spoke again.

The conversation was over, but the battle between the men didn't seem to be over.

Lin Xun sweated a little, and his hair was a little messy.

The teacher is looking for a small packet of tissues. When he found it and wanted to take it out, he looked up and saw Song Cheng directly wiping Lin Xun's sweat with his sleeve, helping her gently smooth her slightly messy hair, and putting the slightly longer broken hair in front behind her ear, all these movements seemed so intimate.

And Lin Xun blushed, letting Song Cheng be like this, she seemed to be a shy little daughter-in-law.

This scene completely defeated him, and the actions of the two of them were worth thousands of words, telling the intimacy of the two.

The teacher clenched the tissue in his pocket tightly. After Song Cheng smoothed Lin Xun's hair, he just said lightly: "I didn't bring a tissue with me."

The person who answered him was Song Cheng, "It's okay."

The teacher glanced at the two of them and smiled, and this smile was a heartfelt smile.

He likes Lin Xun, and these days when Lin Xun comes back, the teacher often gets together with her. He knew that Lin Xun treated him like a brother in the family. But he threw away a glimmer of hope, and he believed that love would come with a long time.

But now that he looked at Song Cheng and Lin Xun, he knew that Lin Xun liked Song Cheng. Otherwise, with Lin Xun's character, she would not let a man wipe her sweat and pull her hair behind her ears for her.

The teacher was also relieved, as long as Xiaoyun was happy.

When Song Cheng and Lin Xun left the school, the sky darkened, as if it was about to rain, and the two of them did not bring any rain gear to go out.

Fortunately, this is not far from Lin Xun's home, and if you walk briskly, you can reach it in more than ten minutes. The two of them walked briskly in the direction of Lin Xun's house.

At the door of the house, Lin Xun looked at the raindrops the size of a bean, touched his slightly wet hair, touched his hair with his hands, raised his head and said happily to Song Cheng: "It's so dangerous."

The two of them stood on the steps like this, the steps were not big, and the two were very close together.

The rain washed over the ground and floated up the steps. Song Cheng looked down at Lin Xun's face.

Lin Xun raised his head and met Song Cheng's eyes.

There was rain hanging on her face, Song Cheng brushed away the rain for her, lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

Time seems to freeze in this moment.

Lin Xun was completely overwhelmed, and began to widen his eyes, and then closed them, following the rhythm of Song Cheng.

Lin Xun gasped slightly, and Song Cheng pressed his forehead against Lin Xun's forehead.

The sound of rain around me became clearer.

"Fool, open the door, or do you want to continue to stand outside the door and be drenched in the rain that drifts in, huh?" At this moment, Song Cheng's voice was very gentle, and Lin Xun was completely trapped in his voice.

Lin Xun opened the door mechanically, as if others didn't remind her, she didn't know what to do.

Song Cheng's first impression when he entered the door, this room was antique.

There are some feng shui paintings hanging on the walls, wooden tables and chairs, ceramic vases, and beaded curtains hanging on the doors.

Looking at Song Cheng's distraction, "This is my grandmother's house, she was a university professor when she was alive, and she likes this style of decoration. ”

"It's good, love it"

After being quiet for a while, Lin Xun spoke first: "Then you sit or visit for a while, and I'll go boil some boiling water." ”

"Hmm"

In the study, in addition to the various books that have been sorted and sorted out on the shelves, there are also all kinds of wood carving products.

What's more prominent is that there is an oil painting on the easel in the study, and the characters on the painting can clearly know that it is the back of Song Cheng.

Lin Xun came into the study, and when he saw Song Cheng staring at the oil painting, his head slammed and he was blank.

"That, this, I think, uh, I like this back very much, so I drew it."

Song Cheng listened to her explanation, stumbling, watching her restless hands stroke her hair.

Song Cheng walked up to her, looked at her and said, "Do you just like this back, what about this person?" Don't like it? ”

"Huh?" , Lin Xun was a little startled by his words, raised his head, and quickly lowered his face, and his face was hot again.

"Raise your head, look me in the eye, answer my question, like this person? Like me? Well? ”

Lin Xun slowly raised his head and met his eyes. Song Cheng saw that Lin Xun's whole face was flushed. He wasn't forcing her to do anything, he was just sure and making her admit it.

Lin Xun nodded, "Before the word "like" was fully spoken, Song Cheng kissed her lips again."

whispered in her ear: "I'm just like you, and I like you too, so, would you like to be my girlfriend from now on?" ”

"Well, I do."

Song Cheng watched as Lin Xun's ears turned red, and he took her in his arms.

A thousand words are all in this one embrace.