Last night, Mo Weiyun was probably provoked by Yu Qiuchi's last words and immediately hung up the video call.
Yu Qiuchi was still somewhat unsatisfied. He finally understood why so many people liked beautiful women, and now he liked them too.
Next time, I must make sure Mo Weiyun does it in front of him...
With love as a seasoning for her mood, Yu Qiuchi felt refreshed today. However, as soon as she went downstairs, she saw Gu Xiaojun alone at the dining table.
My good mood from teasing Mo Weiyun last night vanished instantly.
"Brother Junxiao, where is everyone?" Yu Qiuchi asked subconsciously, looking at the empty living room.
Gu Xiaojun wasn't dressed as maturely as usual today. He wore a baseball jacket with black jeans, and the accessories he wore showed that he had put thought into the outfit. Yu Qiuchi had to admit that he looked quite handsome and younger.
"Today is your day, do you really want to mention other people?" Gu Xiaojun handed the soy milk to Yu Qiuchi in a teasing tone, but Yu Qiuchi could see the seriousness in his eyes.
Yu Qiuchi was silent for a moment, then looked up at Gu Xiaojun opposite him and dropped a bombshell: "Brother Junxiao, I have someone I like."
Their eyes met, and Gu Xiaojun could see the passion in Yu Qiuchi's eyes when she said she liked him.
"This won't stop me from pursuing you. What if?" Gu Xiaojun seemed indifferent as he pushed the steamed buns in front of Yu Qiuchi, but the bitterness that flashed across his eyes was undeniable.
"He confessed to me." Yu Qiuchi looked down at the steamed buns on the white porcelain plate. Each bun was plump and white, and looked very cute.
"You agreed..." Gu Xiaojun's voice trembled.
Yu Qiuchi did not answer, but that said it all.
Gu Xiaojun remained silent, and the atmosphere during their breakfast was heavy.
Yu Qiuchi felt that the heavy atmosphere would continue like this, but who knew that after Gu Xiaojun got up, he seemed to act as if he had never heard those words.
He smiled calmly and composedly: "Even if we can't be partners in the end, we can still be friends!"
"You can treat today as a friendly get-together," Gu Xiaojun said with a relaxed smile, seemingly trying to soothe Yu Qiuchi's unstable emotions.
Yu Qiuchi raised his eyes and carefully examined Gu Xiaojun. Gu Xiaojun was over 1.9 meters tall, which was a tall and handsome man like Yu Qiuchi who had to look up at him. Yu Qiuchi remembered his first impression of Gu Xiaojun: he was very imposing.
But after getting to know him, it's not like that. He's very generous to his friends, and he'll help them with almost anything they ask for. He's almost the last one to finish among the dating show guests. He's steady but not old-fashioned, and he's a very reliable person.
Anyone who is in a relationship with Gu Xiaojun must feel very secure and happy.
Unfortunately, she couldn't win Yu Qiuchi's heart. Yu Qiuchi had his own set of values: a childhood sweetheart is worse than a sudden, unexpected love; a hormonal explosion is not as good as a marriage of equals. From the beginning, he wanted a stable, suitable, and well-informed romantic relationship.
Fortunately, Mo Weiyun met these rules, and fortunately, he also liked Mo Weiyun.
He had actually wondered if he and Mo Weiyun weren't childhood sweethearts, but met now, would he still...? But there's no answer to that question. Sometimes the heart is uncontrollable. A single glance can make you unforgettable and love him for life.
There are no "what ifs" after everything has happened. Yu Qiuchi once told Song Yaozhuo that what the world lacks is "what ifs".
That's just how fate is. If there were such a thing as "what if" in this world, how could there be so many regrets?
Gu Xiaojun brought Yu Qiuchi to a tattoo shop called Sunny, which is a very beautiful name.
Outside the shop, on a transparent glass display stand, was a large rose. The interior of the tattoo shop was also different from what Yu Qiuchi had imagined. It was not as messy as she had imagined, nor did it have the feeling of a place frequented by lowlifes.
The overall decor features retro elements, but it looks very grand. Yu Qiuchi looked at the oil paintings on the wall and asked, "Brother Junxiao, is this your shop?"
"This shop has just been renovated and hasn't opened to the public yet." Gu Xiaojun nodded and pulled out a design draft from a booklet in the drawer.
Yu Qiuchi lifted the curtain and walked inside. There were many tattoo design drafts hanging on the walls. Yu Qiuchi finally stood under a design draft of a red rose and carefully examined it. It looked very beautiful.
"You like it?" Gu Xiaojun lifted the black curtain and walked in, holding the design draft in his hand. He saw Yu Qiuchi standing under the red rose and asked.
"It's quite beautiful!" Yu Qiuchi exclaimed.
Gu Xiaojun said nonchalantly, "That was a draft that was rejected. The people in the studio thought it looked good and it would be a waste to throw it away, so they framed it."
"Does Brother Junxiao really like roses?" Yu Qiuchi suddenly asked. Meeting Gu Xiaojun's gaze, Yu Qiuchi seemed to feel awkward and added, "I see there are quite a few rose-related items in the shop."
Gu Xiaojun suddenly laughed at Yu Qiuchi's flustered explanation: "Rose, so romantic! Who doesn't like it!"
“But many people also think roses are tacky.” Yu Qiuchi looked at Gu Xiaojun’s design draft, which was probably an abstract concept. Yu Qiuchi’s vocabulary was limited, but she just thought it was very beautiful, but there was always a sense of sadness in it.
The roses, fiery and passionate, grew upwards, yet their sharp stems pierced the birds. The roses' flamboyant colors seemed to have been dyed red by the birds' blood, and the surrounding thorns deeply imprisoned the birds. Yu Qiuchi suddenly felt a chill.
"The inspiration comes from a classic play, Oscar Wilde's Nightingale and the Rose," Gu Xiaojun explained, noticing that Yu Qiuchi's attention was drawn to the design draft.
“If you want a red rose.” Gu Xiaojun spoke slowly, his intonation perfect, his pronunciation accurate—clearly he had studied it extensively: “You must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own heart’s blood. You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn. All night long you must sing to me, and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your life-blood must flow into my veins and bee mine.”
"Don't you think the Nightingale was foolish? He sacrificed his life for the boy just so the red rose could bloom, to pursue the girl he loved." Gu Xiaojun suddenly asked with a sad tone, "But in the end, that rose was carelessly abandoned and crushed."
Yu Qiuchi was deeply impressed by one sentence in the book, which translates to: "A person who can be willing to die for a rose can also be indifferent to abandoning it. Unfortunately, the nightingale does not understand this, just as he does not understand the complexities of the human heart."
But everyone has their own perspective. Exchanging death for a red rose is a very high price to pay. Yu Qiuchi asked himself if he could do it, and he admired the person who could.
Yu Qiuchi answered in this way, but he heard Gu Xiaojun say, "But love is like a moth drawn to a flame. Even if it's just a fleeting moment of passion, I'm willing to accept it as sweet as honey."
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