Chapter 3 The Difficulty of Confession 3
Qing Nuan felt lost for quite a while.
She was too timid to explain to Cheng Ge the reason for her loss. Cheng Ge did not press her, but continued to read with her, play with her, and explain Tagore's poems to her as before.
"Nuannuan, when I met you on the train that year , I was thinking, it would be great if we had the chance to meet again in the future. So, when you transferred to my school and were in the same class as me, I thought maybe this was fate." Cheng Ge always said this.
When saying this, Cheng Ge liked to look at Qing Nuan with a doting look, and that look always gave Qing Nuan an illusion.
But every time Qing Nuan would think of Luo Weiwei at inappropriate times, and think of the way Cheng Ge defended Luo Weiwei.
"Nuan Nuan, do you have anything you like very much?"
After school on Friday, Cheng Ge and Qing Nuan didn't want to go home, so they sat side by side on a bench under the street light. Cheng Ge suddenly asked Qing Nuan this.
"Things you like? What does that include? Do cats and dogs count?" Qing Nuan asked back.
Cheng Ge thought about it, smiled, and said, "Of course it counts. For example, cats and dogs, your favorite subjects, celebrity idols, everything can be counted." After a pause, Cheng Ge added carefully, "For example... someone you like, that also counts."
Hearing this, Qing Nuan couldn't help but blurt out: "Someone you like? Do you have such a person?"
Cheng Ge didn't speak for a long time.
For a moment, the night was too quiet.
Qing Nuan waited anxiously, feeling the torment of every second feeling like an eternity. She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails pinched her palms, causing them to hurt.
Finally, Qing Nuan couldn't sit still anymore.
It seemed like she would never be able to stay calm in front of Cheng Ge.
"What do you like most, Gege?" Qing Nuan asked, "Why don't you tell me?"
Cheng Ge looked at Qing Nuan with amusement. Her eager questioning made him feel very enjoyable. Cheng Ge continued to tease Qing Nuan and reached out to touch her hair. Her hair was soft, making him feel gentle and comfortable. He couldn't let it go.
After a while, Qing Nuan became a little discouraged, pouting and looking like she was in a bad mood.
Cheng Ge decided not to tease Qing Nuan anymore. He squinted his eyes and chuckled, saying, "It was obviously me who asked you first. There should be a first come first served rule. How about this, you go first, what do you like the most?"
Qing Nuan's eyes slowly moved to Cheng Ge's face, and a smile as pure as a gardenia blossomed on the corner of her mouth: "Everything you like is what I like the most. Even if there are things I don't like, as long as you like it, I will try my best to like it. Although this sounds like a tongue twister, what I said is true, and I will never lie to you."
When Cheng Ge saw the beautiful smile on her lips, he was distracted for a moment, and then he felt warm all over.
"It's your turn, Brother Ge." Qing Nuan gave Cheng Ge a limited answer as soon as she spoke, "Let me guess, your favorite person is someone, right? That person is Luo Weiwei, right?"
Cheng Ge laughed after hearing this: "Don't talk nonsense."
Qing Nuan was not willing to give in: "Is it right or not? Tell me."
"Take your time to guess. If you guess correctly, there will be a prize."
"What prize?" Qing Nuan perked up.
Cheng Ge smiled mysteriously: "We'll talk about it when the time comes."
Qing Nuan was very dissatisfied with this answer, but Cheng Ge refused to say anything, so Qing Nuan had no choice but to give up on this issue.
As the night deepened and the temperature dropped, the two prepared to go home.
Before leaving, Cheng Ge helped Qing Nuan put away her clothes and made a phone call gesture: "Call me on the weekend and come out to play."
Qing Nuan said goodbye to Cheng Ge with full anticipation.
Anyone who has a crush on someone will pay special attention to their loved one's every word and action.
Qing Nuan is no exception.
She wished she could be by Cheng Ge's side every moment, even if the two of them were speechless. As long as she could see him, her heart would be sweeter than honey, so she was always waiting for Cheng Ge's call.
She held her cell phone, lying on the bed, looking at it over and over again. She would look at it while eating, before taking a bath, before going to bed, and even when she woke up in the middle of the night, she would check to see if there were any missed calls or unread text messages.
But there was nothing.
The whole night passed.
The next day was Saturday. Qing Nuan wrapped herself in the quilt and looked at her cell phone.
She was worried that her phone was out of payment, so she couldn't receive Cheng Ge's text messages.
However, when she found out through the operator's customer service that she still had a balance of more than 50 yuan in her phone, she was finally overwhelmed by unprecedented loss.
Why hasn't Ge contacted her yet?
Should she send a text message first and take the initiative to contact him?
But wouldn't it be a bad idea to do that? Wouldn't it be too obvious?
Ge Ge hadn't contacted her yet. Could something have happened to him? Should she wait a little longer? Maybe he would send her a text message in a while?
Qing Nuan spent the whole morning in confusion.
I waited until 11 a.m. before I finally received a text message from Cheng Ge: "See you at the riverside of Baihe Park at 1 p.m."
Qing Nuan was cheering in her little room, holding her cell phone, and was so happy that she almost jumped up.
She looked at the clock on the wall and quickly calculated the time in her mind - there were still two hours left, so she had to start getting ready!
Qing Nuan quickly replied to the text message: "Okay."
After a while, Qing Nuan added: "Then see you there."
Cheng Ge did not reply again.
But Qing Nuan didn't take it to heart. She started to clean the room, take a shower, choose clothes, and change clothes. After an hour of hard work, she finally went out happily.
Baihe Park is not close to Qingnuan’s home. It takes more than half an hour to take the bus, and they arrive at the agreed time.
Standing by the river in Baihe Park, Qing Nuan began to look for Cheng Ge.
He seemed to be late and had not arrived yet.
Qing Nuan found a random spot by the river and started a new round of waiting. While waiting, she sent a text message to Cheng Ge: "Brother Ge, I'm here, where are you?"
no reply.
Qing Nuan calmed down and waited for a long time, but the phone still did not respond.
"Brother Ge, where are you?" she asked again without giving up.
What surprised Qing Nuan was that Cheng Ge never replied to her.
Qing Nuan called directly, but no one answered.
Qing Nuan guessed that maybe Cheng Ge forgot to take his cell phone when he went out.
She sat quietly on a bench by the river, looking at the river in the distance. To be honest, she was a little surprised why Cheng Ge asked her to go to the river.
She had drowned when she was a child, and since then she didn't like going to places with water. Cheng Ge knew all this, but why did he suggest going to the river to play today?
No matter what Cheng Ge's reason was, Qing Nuan thought that with Cheng Ge by her side, the river water was not that scary.
So Qing Nuan silently waited by the river for the boy she loved, expecting him to come with a smile under the afternoon winter sun.
time flies.
Half an hour passed.
An hour passed.
Another half hour passed.
Another hour passed...
Cheng Ge never came.
What Qing Nuan didn't know was that under a birch tree not far from the river, there was another figure standing. He had been looking at Qing Nuan, and he had been looking at Qing Nuan for as long as Qing Nuan had been waiting for Cheng Ge.
As Qing Nuan waited longer and longer, his interest in gloating grew stronger, but what followed was an inexplicable anger.
Yes, it was Song Yang who was teasing Qing Nuan in revenge for the bite Qing Nuan gave him on the arm.
More than two hours passed and Qing Nuan was really tired of waiting.
Song Yang walked towards Qing Nuan.
"Hey, silly girl." As always, he showed a slightly evil smile, sarcastically called out the nickname he gave Qing Nuan, with contempt and ridicule in his eyes, "Do you feel good in the cold wind?"
Qing Nuan stood up suddenly and stared at Song Yang in disbelief: "Why are you here?"
Song Yang crossed his arms and smiled, his smile colder than the winter wind: "I asked you out, of course I'll be here."
Qing Nuan was confused at first, but then she connected everything and thought about it. It seemed that all the strange things had answers. She finally understood that she had been fooled by Song Yang.
Qing Nuan was furious when she realized what was happening. She asked loudly, "How did you use Cheng Ge's phone to text me? How did you..."
"You bit me, and you won't let me take revenge on you, silly girl." Song Yang looked at Qing Nuan coolly, feeling both happy and unhappy.
"Song Yang, you are shameless!" Qing Nuan scolded Song Yang and wanted to come over to teach him a lesson.
But because Qing Nuan was too excited, she didn't look at the road when she walked over, her foot slipped, and she tilted to the side.
Like a withered flower, it was blown from the top of the tree to the ground by the wind.
"Be careful!" Seeing Qing Nuan slip, Song Yang couldn't help but exclaim.
But it was too late, Qing Nuan had already fallen into the river.
She was terrified, floundering helplessly in the icy water: "Help! Save me... Save me, Song Yang... Kaka..."
She was choked by the river water and could no longer shout. She could only struggle and cough.
Song Yang was also terrified. He couldn't swim at all, so he could only quickly run to the river, leaning most of his body into the river, and holding his hand out to Qing Nuan: "Quick! Qing Nuan, grab my hand! Quick!"
Qing Nuan struggled hard towards Song Yang, but the river was too deep and too cold. The two people who couldn't swim were so close to each other, but it seemed as if they could never hold hands together.
The time for struggling is limited.
Qing Nuan soon ran out of strength and her body began to sink.
"Qing Nuan!" Song Yang shouted her name loudly. Seeing her sinking little by little, he felt hopeless...
At this moment, a figure flashed past Song Yang's eyes.
The river surface, which had just been quiet, once again splashed with huge waves.
Someone jumped into the river to save people!
Song Yang stood up in surprise and looked at the boy who jumped into the water to save people - how did he find this place?
The person who jumped into the river was none other than Cheng Ge.
Just like what is often played out in martial arts dramas, there are always scenes where one needs to jump off a cliff. When a person accidentally falls off the cliff, there are always two situations: some people are afraid of taking risks, so they will reach out and try to catch the person falling off the cliff; others will follow that person and jump down at all costs, living and dying together.
Song Yang gave Qing Nuan a hand.
Cheng Ge followed Qing Nuan and jumped into the deep water.
Cheng Ge swam to the deep end of the river to rescue Qing Nuan without caring about the freezing cold water . After about a minute or two, he pulled Qing Nuan out and swam to the shore.
Qing Nuan's face was pale and bluish, obviously he had drowned and then been frozen by the river water.
Cheng Ge pressed Qing Nuan's chest with swift movements and performed artificial respiration. As their lips and teeth touched, Cheng Ge, who was always laughing, was so nervous and scared that he shed tears.
"Nuannuan, wake up!"
Every time he helped her breathe, Cheng Ge called her name.
"I still have a lot to tell you. Wake up, Nuannuan!" Cheng Ge had never been so scared as he was now.
"Song Yang, are you stupid? Why don't you call an ambulance?" Cheng Ge was so angry that he didn't have time to scold Song Yang. He just yelled angrily, "Call an ambulance, what are you doing standing there?"
Song Yang's panic-stricken eyes finally focused. He quickly took out his cell phone and tremblingly dialed the 120 emergency number.
Qing Nuan coughed up a few mouthfuls of water while unconscious and barely recovered her weak breathing.
The ambulance arrived and Qing Nuan was hurriedly lifted into the car and sent to the hospital.
