The road ahead is long and arduous.
The heroine Ji had long ago decided that she would experience the future with the young man beside her.
But she was unable to witness his most youthful years.
This made Ji Qingqian very unwilling.
As a young elementary school student, she longed to walk with her father on country lanes.
The rice paddies are turning golden.
In her innocent and naive middle school years, she might have ridden bicycles to and from school with her boyfriend.
Her cheeks were flushed, revealing the most shy color.
They worked hard in high school, striving together towards their dream universities.
The sweat that had been poured out turned into a joyful shout that June.
She wanted to be a part of Ah Bei's life, from childhood to old age.
But she was almost twenty years old when she met Ah Bei.
She could only witness those past events as an observer, through the boy's descriptions.
Time and space cannot be reversed, and Ji Qingqian knew that her idea was extremely foolish.
but…
She just had a stubborn unwillingness to accept it.
Lu Yibei was stunned; he wanted to laugh.
But he said he wouldn't laugh at the heroine, so he controlled his smile... Besides, thinking about it carefully, there's nothing to laugh about.
Lu Yibei thought for a moment, then squatted down:
"We're done reading. Let's go downstairs. I'll carry you down."
"I'm not tired," Ji Qingqian said.
“I want to memorize it,” Lu Yibei said.
Without much hesitation, Ji Qingqian pounced on him.
The two felt each other's body temperature through their thin T-shirts.
Ji Qingqian's height meant that her weight wouldn't be too light, but for Lu Yibei, it was just the right weight.
He slowly walked towards the stairwell and asked the girl on his back:
"You mean, like in those stories, childhood sweethearts who promise to grow up together?"
Ji Qingqian gave a soft "hmm".
She felt a little lost. She knew she shouldn't be feeling this way, but she couldn't control it.
"It's wonderful to promise to grow up together."
Lu Yibei chuckled: "But we didn't make any promises, yet we still grew up together, didn't we? You can see me, I can see you, and if you're unhappy, you can even punch me."
Ji Qingqian reached over Lu Yibei's shoulder, her two hands hanging down in front of his chest, intertwined and twisted together in a somewhat tangled way.
"Everyone has their own path of growth."
Lu Yibei's voice was gentle, as if he were telling a story to a child: "I've thought about it in the middle of the night too. If only I could have met the heroine earlier... I wouldn't have encountered so many unpleasant things, and I can't believe how happy I could have been. But, my past experiences have shaped who I am today. The past has made you who you are now. I may still be far from being 'good'... but to me, the Qingqian I am now is the most perfect Qingqian. It's a pity that I didn't appear in your life earlier, but God has compensated me by giving me the best Qingqian I have now... That's enough."
He walks with a rising and falling motion.
Ji Qing took shallow breaths, inhaling and exhaling.
It hit him on the neck.
Lu Yibei noticed that the girl's clenched hands relaxed slightly, and he continued, pausing between sentences:
"The probability of two people with similar traits meeting is said to be one in two hundred thousand."
"Then, the probability of getting to know someone is one in two million."
"The chances of becoming increasingly close afterward are one in twenty million."
The chance of becoming friends is one in two hundred million.
The chance of becoming best friends is one in two billion.
"And the chance of meeting your soulmate is... one in six billion!"
As he spoke, Lu Yibei drew out his words:
"And I'm the luckiest boy in the world, luckier than winning the lottery—"
He hadn't finished speaking.
The girl above his shoulder tilted her head and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
The moist, jelly-like texture made Lu Yibei pause in his speech.
He heard that the girl's tone was no longer dejected, but rather held a competitive and determined quality:
"That's not right, I'm the luckiest one."
Lu Yibei chuckled:
"I am the men's champion, and you are the women's champion."
"We swept all the championships."
Ji Qingqian laughed with a hint of joy, but her arms around his shoulders tightened even more: "And... there are now more than eight billion people in the world."
Lu Yibei: "..."
"Don't think I haven't seen the drama 'First Love'."
Ji Qingqian said casually, "You're plagiarizing someone else's classic lines again, Abei, how lame—"
Lu Yibei remained expressionless.
"So you're pretty brave, huh? Want to give me a try?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew in, carrying with it a strong scent of osmanthus, along with tiny osmanthus blossoms that had been blown down.
“(((Na)))”
Ji Qingqian blurted out in an old-fashioned tone, "Did you know? I heard that osmanthus blossoms fall at a speed of five times per second—"
"Shut up."
Lu Yibei interrupted: "That movie has a bad ending! A tragedy!"
Very unlucky.
Ji Qingqian: "First Love is also one."
Lu Yibei: ...
Ji Qingqian: "You didn't finish reading?"
Lu Yibei: …………
Ji Qingqian gave a knowing "oh," amused.
"You're Yun's again? Old Yun, you little devil."
Lu Yibei took a deep breath: "Be careful, or I might let go and make you fall hard."
"I can't get up without at least 100,000 or 200,000." Ji Qingqian snorted: "If you can't afford to pay it back, be careful that I don't become your crony for the rest of my life."
“Even if you can afford to pay, you’d say you can’t,” Lu Yibei laughed.
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