With a "bang", fireworks bloomed beside my ears.
Si Mingchen could hardly hear any other sounds around him, and the sound of his heart beating violently was particularly clear in his ears.
Wen Zhi's eyes were very bright and she looked at him with a smile, just like the day they first met in high school.
Sang Qi and he are both members of the school's honor guard and need to train every day after school.
That evening, Wen Zhi's appearance made the boring training more interesting. The 16-year-old Wen Zhi was a talkative person who chattered non-stop and often made everyone laugh.
Si Mingchen stood in the corner, looking at Wen Zhi quietly.
I'm sure there is no one who doesn't love a young man with bright eyes, white teeth and enthusiasm.
The fireworks were gone, Wen Zhi jumped steadily from Si Mingchen's shoulder, turned around and raised his head towards Si Mingchen.
"That day was September 25th. You were rehearsing for the honor guard, and during the break you happened to be under the window next to my desk."
Si Mingchen's expression changed slightly: "And then?"
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Wen Zhi was a little shy, after all, these were the words he was originally going to say when he confessed his feelings.
"And then, you were adjusting your uniform and looked better than them all standing in the crowd."
Si Mingchen took a deep breath, then looked into the distance and said in a deep voice: "Are you sure it was me?"
Wen Zhi nodded quickly: "Are you sure? Who else could it be if not you? I'm not trying to praise one over the other, but among all of you, you look pretty average."
"Ah, no. They are handsome too, but they look a little plain compared to you."
Simingchen asked back: "What about Sang Qi? Don't you think he's handsome?"
Wen Zhi's face was instantly filled with disdain: "He reads the newspaper."
Simingchen: “Hmm?”
Wen Zhi: "He's not handsome at all."
Si Mingchen didn't say anything this time, but lowered his eyes and thought about something.
At this time, the director's voice interrupted everyone: "After the meal, you can go back to your room."
The terrace was a little cold, Wen Zhi took Si Mingchen's sleeve and said, "Let's go back."
Si Mingchen nodded and let Wen Zhi pull him back.
After returning to the room, Si Mingchen was not in a hurry to take a shower, but Wen Zhi was busy inspecting their little nest and found new daily necessities in the closet.
Sure enough, the production team would not be so cruel as to let them wear only one pair of underwear.
Wen Zhi tossed around in the bedroom for a long time, but there was no sign of Si Mingchen. He trotted back to the living room and found him sitting alone on the sofa, lost in thought.
Wen Zhi moved closer and felt that Si Ming was troubled and seemed a little depressed these past two days.
"Sisi, what are you thinking about?"
Si Mingchen glanced at the nearby cameras, and Wen Zhi replied, "The production team said it will be turned off at 11pm every night."
Si Mingchen nodded gently and looked at Wen Zhi: "I'm wondering why you like me."
Wen Zhi was very interested in this topic.
He cleared his throat: "Because you're pretty."
Si Mingchen's attitude seemed to be milder: "Is it just for looks?"
Wen Zhi nodded: "Yeah."
Si Mingchen was not satisfied with this answer and said calmly: "So, when someone better looking than me appears, you no longer like me, right?"
Wen Zhi shook his head: "I'm talking about the reason why I fell in love with you at first sight."
Si Mingchen talked more today than usual and asked, "What happened next?"
Wen Zhi recalled the past: "After spending more time with you, I found that you became more and more handsome."
Si Mingchen laughed softly at this time.
Wen Zhi raised his eyes, seeming puzzled.
"So, it's because he's handsome, right?"
Wen Zhi smiled: "I am a face lover."
Si Mingchen's pupils are slightly light in color, with a hint of brown, and when he looks intently at someone, the sense of alienation becomes more obvious.
But in Wen Zhi's memory, Si Mingchen's eyes when looking at him were always gentler than those of others.
"Then why don't you like me anymore?"
Unconsciously, Si Mingchen asked the question that he cared about most, and he even thought of the divorce agreement uncontrollably.
The agreement stated that Wen Zhi didn't want anything and just wanted to divorce him.
Wen Zhi smiled dumbly: "How is that possible? How could I not like you?"
The divorce agreement hidden in the suitcase suddenly came to my mind.
He thought that anyone who was notified of a divorce would feel that the other party no longer loved him or her.
Wen Zhi hurried forward, looked at the pain that Si Mingchen was enduring, and held his face in his hands: "It's not that I don't like you, I like you the most."
The soft touch on his cheek was like a feather, gently stirring Si Mingchen's mind.
He looked at Wen Zhi: "How much do you remember about what happened next?"
Wen Zhi lowered his eyes guiltily and began to recall the past frantically in his head.
From his current memory, he could only remember that he was going to confess his love to Si Mingchen, but he didn't remember the exact month or day.
He couldn't explain why he remembered the day he first met Si Mingchen so clearly.
"I just remember that we were very happy and blessed when we were together, just like a couple, a perfect match."
Wen Zhi started to laugh as she spoke, pouting, and she regretted very much having filed for divorce from Si Mingchen.
Although the blame for this incident was placed on 27-year-old Wen Zhi and not on him, he was still very sad.
He wanted to clarify the divorce agreement with Si Mingchen, but he was afraid that Si Mingchen would not forgive him, which would directly aggravate their divorce.
If his battle to defend his marriage fails in the end, he plans to deny it and pretend that he doesn't know about it.
Anyway, he was signed when he was 27 years old, not when he is now.
Seeing Wen Zhi crying harder and harder, Si Mingchen took out a tissue and handed it to him: "Stop crying."
Wen Zhi sobbed even harder, aggrieved: "It's like this, and you still don't help me wipe my tears."
Si Mingchen smiled helplessly and wiped away his tears.
Wen Zhi looked shy and said to himself, "Tell me, why do I look so young? I look no different from when I was seventeen."
Si Mingchen moved very gently, as if he was afraid of hurting Wen Zhi.
"Every day before going to bed, I spend an hour applying all kinds of cosmetics. I am more careful than female stars. How can I not look young?"
I don’t know why, but when Wen Zhi heard Si Mingchen say the word “tender”, he really wanted to laugh.
He took the opportunity to throw himself into Si Mingchen's arms and whispered coquettishly: "Then can you tell me about our love?"
This question stumped Si Mingchen. His tone was a little lonely: "We have never been in love."
Wen Zhi raised his head: "Marriage first, love later? So exciting, I like it!"
When he heard the word "love", Si Mingchen felt a little bitter in his heart.
Did they really love each other during this marriage?
Si Mingchen's mood visibly dropped again, which caught Wen Zhi off guard.
Could it be that he asked something he shouldn't have asked and made Simingchen unhappy?
Or does Si Mingchen not think that they got married first and fell in love later?
Or, did they fall in love first and then get married?
Wen Zhi had no memory of the past and wanted to ask but was afraid of touching Si Mingchen's sore spot.
After all, they had planned to divorce.
"Then...tell me something happier about our marriage."
Si Ming looked at Wen Zhi quietly: "Are you happy? I remember one time, we saw a stray dog on the street when we were going home. We took it home together, picked a doghouse for it together, and bought dog food for it together. You were very happy at that time."
Wen Zhi: "Where's the dog? Why can't I see it?"
Si Mingchen was silent for a moment: "Give it to Ming Yantang."
Wen Zhi: "Why?"
Si Mingchen: “I don’t know.”
From Si Mingchen's narration, Wen Zhi could tell that Si Mingchen liked this dog very much.
But it seemed that he gave the dog away on his own initiative, which made Si Mingchen very sad.
Touching upon Si Mingchen's sad story, Wen Zhi felt more and more guilty. He held Si Mingchen's hand and whispered, "After I get home, I'll ask Ming Yantang why I gave the dog to him. If he's busy with work and has no time to take care of the dog, I'll bring the dog home to stay with us for a few days after asking for his consent. If you like pets, we can also raise another one, or two or three."
Simingchen responded, "Yeah."
In fact, he didn't like pets, but the time when he adopted the dog was the best period of his relationship with Wen Zhi after they got married.
They went to the supermarket together to pick out dog food and designed a house for the dog together. During that time, Si Mingchen looked forward to going home from get off work every day.
Because Wen Zhi must be sitting in front of the unfinished doghouse waiting for him.
Having said this, Wen Zhi nervously picked at his fingers: "Then...are there any things you are dissatisfied with me? Take this opportunity to speak out. Don't keep it in your heart and say nothing."
Looking at Wen Zhi's sincere eyes, Si Mingchen lowered his eyes and said what he had hidden in his heart for many years: "You are very cold to me."
This sentence left Wen Zhi speechless for a moment.
Why would he be so cold towards Si Mingchen?
He fell in love with Si Mingchen too late.
Time passed by little by little, and before I knew it, the wall clock rang, and it was already twelve o'clock.
They have to get up early to record a variety show tomorrow, so Si Mingchen reminded Wen Zhi: "It's getting late, let's take a rest."
Wen Zhi lowered his head and followed behind Si Mingchen.
Suddenly, Wen Zhi hugged Si Mingchen from behind.
Si Mingchen's back was instantly wet with hot tears.
"Shall we have a love affair?"
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