Chapter 10 You Still Love Me 7
Qing Nuan traveled all the way and followed Cheng Ge to J City.
More than 400 kilometers, more than 3 hours by high-speed rail.
Qing Nuan limped and her legs were about to break, but she understood that the road was an unhealable scar on the earth, so every step in life was painful. She was walking the path she wanted to take.
Finally, when it was almost dusk , Qing Nuan rushed back to J City and went to J City High School first, where she found the birch forest where she and Cheng Ge had parted that year.
Familiar places, familiar scenery, familiar people.
This time, the Cheng Ge she saw was no longer the well-dressed and meticulous director. He was wearing a casual T-shirt and jeans, sitting under the first birch tree at the southernmost end of the playground, with his back against the trunk.
There was a breeze blowing through the woods.
Birds fly through the woods.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on Cheng Ge's body, giving him a layer of warm yellow light.
The soil on the ground next to Cheng Ge had been dug up.
The iron box has been opened.
Cheng Ge held a copy of Rabindranath Tagore's poems and a piece of letter paper in his hands.
Qing Nuan was watching Cheng Ge silently not far away. Cheng Ge was concentrating on reading the letter and didn't notice Qing Nuan's presence at all.
When he read to the end, Cheng Ge curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled softly.
At that moment, Qing Nuan saw a peaceful life in Cheng Ge.
Qing Nuan limped over.
Cheng Ge was surprised to realize that someone was coming. He turned around and saw Qing Nuan wearing a fresh long dress and a beautiful hat, standing in the lush woods, like a fairy from the depths of the forest.
"Nuannuan..." Cheng Ge called out her name in surprise, without having the time to put the letter paper in his hand back into the poetry collection.
Qing Nuan had a sweet smile on her face from beginning to end: "Brother Ge, you have read the letter I wrote, right?" After a pause, she took two steps forward, her expression seemed to be the same as before, innocent and cute, she asked, "Brother Ge, do you like Luo Weiwei? If not, can you tell me who you like?"
After saying that, Qing Nuan stretched out her hand, but because of her injured foot, her foot, which had suffered so much today, finally couldn't support her. With a burst of severe pain, Qing Nuan fell to the ground.
Cheng Ge hurried forward and hugged Qing Nuan.
Qing Nuan turned pale in pain, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead, but she still smiled stubbornly at Cheng Ge: "Who do you like, Brother Ge?"
This time, he didn't express it implicitly in Italian, but whispered in her ear and told her who he liked.
"Nuan Nuan."
Qing Nuan finally got the answer she wished for.
Cheng Ge raised the letter in his hand to her again and smiled gently, which was more beautiful than the sunset in the distance. He said : "Nuannuan, let's have a love that will never break up. Even if we quarrel in the future, even if we get angry in the future, we will always be together. Even if we will be very busy in the future, even if we will be very tired in the future, as long as we see each other, we will smile warmly, and we will keep going. Strolling together, watching the sunset, growing old together, and supporting each other..."
Qing Nuan cried because what he said was exactly the wish she had written on the letter paper that year.
Cheng Ge kissed her on the eyes, just like he had kissed her in the ward that year.
He asked her: "Will you promise me, Nuannuan?"
Qing Nuan burst into laughter in Cheng Ge's arms and nodded gently.
"good."
