Han Jingnian didn’t wait for Xia Wan’an to answer, just looked at the less than half a ter gap between those two buildings, and spoke again: "If ti could flow backwards, I... really wish I could live next door to you."
"Like Song Youman, wait for you to be born, accompany you as you grow up."
"Like Xia Chen’an, fight for you, be the school bully for you."
"Like Han Zhijin, copy howork for you, help you clean."
In the slowly moderating tone of Han Jingnian, Xia Wan’an turned her head in shock and surprise to look at him.
"If ti could flow backwards, I... really wish I could live next door to you..." As Han Jingnian said this, he moved his gaze from the distant buildings slowly to Xia Wan’an’s face, his eyes deeply locked onto hers, "...that way I could have t you sooner, fallen in love with you sooner."
Always imrsed in the amusing events of the past, Xia Wan’an truly did not expect Han Jingnian would suddenly co out with such a sentintal gesture. She was stunned for quite a while before she fully digested what Han Jingnian had said.
It turns out, the reason Han Jingnian wanted her to talk about the past, no matter what aspect, wasn’t just purely idle chitchat, but a desire to understand her past which he had never been part of.
To say she wasn’t moved would definitely be against her true feelings, but for Xia Wan’an at that mont, joy and satisfaction prevailed.
Joy that she had liked him for so many years, and finally, she had received his affection.
Such an ending, she was very content with it, the kind of contentnt without regrets for this life.
Thinking this, Xia Wan’an smiled with a curve in her eyes: "Han Jingnian, have you ever heard this saying that’s popular online... ’Your past, I didn’t get to be a part of, your future, I will accompany to the end...’"
"Although in the past you couldn’t copy howork for , couldn’t fight for , or grow up with , in my future, you will have to manage the Han Family forever, keep making congee for , and keep growing old with ... Especially managing the Han Family, doing it unpaid, and unpaid would be fine, but also without a position, without a position ans no social security and housing fund, no social security and housing fund ans no security, think about it... you are so pitiable!"
Han Jingnian was amused by the girl’s intonation at the end, laughed softly, and then continued walking with her hand in his.
Indeed, he couldn’t be part of her past, which was quite regrettable, but he had her future, didn’t he?
She always knew so precisely what he was sad or caring about, and then with her own ways, she would heal him.
The corners of Han Jingnian’s lips couldn’t help but curl upwards again.
"Han Jingnian..." Walking a few steps with Han Jingnian, Xia Wan’an recalled his earlier question and spoke: "You just talked about what you would do if ti could flow backwards. Do you want to know what I would do?"
Without waiting for Han Jingnian to speak, Xia Wan’an continued to say: "If ti could flow backwards, I... would still at the age of fifteen, fall in love with you at first sight."
Han Jingnian’s footsteps, which were moving forward, suddenly stopped.
Xia Wan’an turned her head to glance at him, and then also had to stop.
Han Jingnian looked at her, the expression on his face not revealing too much emotion, yet it seed to contain a multitude of emotions.
Xia Wan’an had never seen Han Jingnian like this before, she hesitated for a mont, then spoke: "...Han Jingnian?"
Han Jingnian didn’t speak, just kept staring straight at her, his gaze so deep it was as if it could swallow soone whole.
(Thank you to everyone who ca to et in Hangzhou today, really, it’s so great to have you all! Mwah)
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