The obvious young love
That day, she once again saw Bai Yutuan, the envy of the entire capital.
To call her a white jade ball wasn't quite accurate. After all, although Gu Chengjue was only a year older than her, he was already two steps taller than her.
But that's exactly how Song Tiaotiao felt.
Perhaps it was because she often saw him in Madam An's restaurant, holding the cakes she handed him, eating quietly without smiling for a moment.
She looks cold and jade-like on the outside, but is sweet on the inside. A bit of a contradictory cuteness.
This time, he seemed to have grown taller. His face, which had been slightly round due to his greed, had become more angular, shedding some of his childishness and becoming even more handsome.
His every move was even more aloof than before. He looked like a delicately carved fairy child, possessing an indescribable air of nobility compared to any other royal children she had ever met.
Unfortunately, she didn't get to watch for long.
The mistress didn't like her in the first place, and Prince Ning came to visit with his son this time because he was just passing by and had no intention of staying long.
Therefore, when he asked her to come and see him, he was just symbolically keeping her for a brief encounter, and he was reminding her, both explicitly and implicitly, to be self-aware and leave.
What happened after that?
Seeing the bewildered look in Song Tiaotiao's eyes, Song Zhaozhao raised her lips and smiled playfully, "He said he likes being with you. He said that to Uncle Gu when we were leaving."
At this point, she saw Song Tiaotiao's eyebrows slightly furrowed, the confusion in her eyes deepening. Her eyes shifted as she spoke, "I wasn't eavesdropping, it's just that Gu Chengjue doesn't care if others overhear. Don't you understand either? Anyway, I've never understood Gu Chengjue. He's naturally cold and aloof, like an ice man who can never be warmed up. Yet, this man, for once, loves to create chance encounters with you when he visits the mansion. He clearly hates getting his clothes dirty, yet he still disregards it, abandoning his self-possession and jumping into the pond to save you."
Hearing this, Song Tiaotiao's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she did not interrupt.
Song Zhaozhao continued, "And my dear sister, you're also a brilliant soul. She's quirky about the trivialities of the mundane world, but she's completely clueless about Gu Chengjue's feelings. At the time, I was wondering when you two, one as frosty as ice and the other as wooden, would finally be together. In the end, it was I who, by some strange coincidence, became your matchmaker. So, are you really completely clueless?"
Song Tiaotiao leaned against the wooden wall, her eyes trembling.
When they were young, at the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion, their eyes met countless times, yet they tacitly avoided each other's gazes. At the racecourse, the young man would take first place, but he would always stop his horse right where she was, giving her a chance to spend time with Mo Yun. At banquets, the prince, the center of attention, would casually walk past her, and after that, her table would be filled with a few snacks not found at other tables.
And when the curtain of the bridal sedan was lifted, Gu Chengjue's complex and incomprehensible look, his decisiveness when he was whipped for her on the road to exile, and the food he gave away just for her... was it really just because of the guilt she understood?
Was she really unaware of everything that had happened before?
If this is true, then why did the burning panic when Gu Chengjue was found unconscious in the snow in front of the door overshadow the surprise of recovering his modern memories?
As she questioned herself, scenes of the past that Song Tiaotiao had deliberately chosen to ignore due to the difference in their status and worldly prejudices before she woke up flashed before her eyes.
Many of the happiness that have been seen with the naked eye but never expressed in words are like a painting that has been dusted off and restored to its original vitality, allowing the heartbeats like broken stars to be pieced together again, with a concrete definition, and shine again.
Seeing her like this, Song Zhaozhao lowered her eyes and smiled, "They say the past cannot be retrieved. Although I can't make up for the suffering of your exile, I will tell you something that will make you happy. After this, you will find me a comfortable place to rest, okay?"
Song Tiaotiao was also tired of squatting, so she stood up and nodded slightly.
Song Zhaozhao took the palm Song Tiaotiao offered her and used the force to stand up. After she regained her strength, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Gu Chengjue once said that he wanted to marry you. But my father didn't agree... Hey... You can be excited, but don't trip me."
Song Tiaotiao nodded and slowed down her pace as she walked out.
There are too many reasons why my father did not agree.
But Gu Chengjue's heart was as clear as the bright moon, without any dark clouds or halo.
From then on, whenever she looked at the bright moon, it would be right before her eyes, no longer far away.
On the road from the farm to home, flowers are in full bloom and swaying gracefully.
Song Tiaotiao rode past, and from time to time, he found a peaceful place hidden in the lush greenery among the flowers.
She looked at Gu Chengjue who was writing a letter in the yard and waiting for her return. The moisture in her eyes that had briefly dissipated due to the wind came back again.
Gu Chengjue heard the sound of horse hooves and looked back.
Seeing that the person he had been waiting for had arrived as expected, a faint smile appeared in his eyes. But as the distance between them gradually shrank, his eyes were fixed on the light red color that spread in the corners of Song Tiaotiao's eyes, and his hidden worry gradually deepened.
The horse's hooves hesitated in place. He stood down, raised his eyes slightly and looked at Song Tiaotiao, and asked softly, "Tiaotiao? What's wrong with you? Did you encounter anything unpleasant?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the crimson at the corners of Song Tiaotiao's eyes deepened. Her long eyelashes trembled frequently, unable to hide the tears beneath them.
Seeing this, Gu Chengjue's eyes flashed with helplessness, and even the hand hanging by his side could not be restrained in stillness. After a moment of collapse, he gently raised his hand to the side of Song Tiaotiao's face.
If he really wanted to, he would definitely want to go one step further and wipe away Tiaotiao's tears. But when his eyes met Song Tiaotiao's pure and flawless eyes again, his hand paused for a moment.
But he had clearly distinguished between love and hate and made the final choice.
After he calmed himself down in his heart, his sparkling eyes finally settled down a little, and his fingertips found the courage to explore upwards again.
But at the moment he was about to move forward, his slightly cool palms were filled with two touches of warmth on both sides of his palms.
His eyes trembled slightly, and he looked up at the palms that were touched.
At that moment, he felt like he was in a dream.
Only the joy surging from the inside out reminded him that he was not trapped in fantasies, but was being realized in Song Tiaotiao's personal warmth.
His eyes were like a thirsty tree, drinking the sweet rain and irrigating it. When spring came, the branches would be greedy and continue to search upwards.
Finally, he saw the dawn light caressing Song Tiaotiao's beautiful face, bright and dazzling, as if she were a goddess taking pity on him.
Song Tiaotiao held Gu Chengjue's palm and said with a choked voice, "Chengjue, am I realizing this too late?"
Hearing this, Gu Chengjue's eyes flickered. He reflexively wanted to answer, but hesitated because he was confused.
"I told her everything." After saying this, Song Zhaozhao, who had been ignored by the two, poked Song Tiaotiao in front of him in dissatisfaction: "I don't want to ride anymore. This bumpy ride is killing me. Put me down now."
Gu Chengjue's eyes darkened slightly, and he asked doubtfully, "Song Zhaozhao, what did you tell Tiaotiao?"
Seeing Song Tiaotiao's dismounting pause, Song Tiaotiao tutted impatiently, "What else do you want me to know? Of course, it's your young Mu Ai, who keeps his mouth shut but shows it clearly with his actions."
Song Zhaozhao spoke frankly and caught the two of them off guard.
Gu Chengjue was startled for a moment when he heard this, but when he noticed that although Song Tiaotiao's eyes flashed with confusion, she was still staring at him without dodging.
As Er Kuo's passion gradually increased, Gu Chengjue's eyes gradually calmed and firmed after looking at Song Tiao Tiao for a long time.
He gently held Song Tiaotiao's fingertips, and placed her palm horizontally over him. His eyes were filled with sincerity, and he said softly, "Tiaotiao, it's not too late. As long as you know, it's never too late for me."
Hearing this, Song Tiaotiao's eyes were filled with a smile. She nodded and placed her palm in the palm that Gu Chengjue handed to her.
After clenching his palms, Song Tiaotiao used the force to jump off the horse.
Looking up again, Song Tiaotiao saw Gu Chengjue's handsome eyebrows and eyelashes close to her, and heard their blending breaths, and when they were even closer, it seemed that she could not distinguish each other's heartbeats.
They were too close to each other, and there seemed to be only enough space between them for a palm to be placed horizontally, but neither of them wanted to move away.
Between the breaths, there is the unique and refreshing pine scent that belongs to Gu Chengjue.
Song Tiaotiao felt a sense of ease and comfort as she absorbed the delicate fragrance, a sense of courage growing within her. She raised her eyes to Gu Chengjue, who was looking down at her, and softly counted the items: "Hair ties, hairpins, rabbit lanterns, flowers... It's not that I'm completely ignorant of the days and nights before, but I've never considered the distant past."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Chengjue's eyes flickered and he pondered for a moment without saying anything.
In the silence of this moment, Song Tiaotiao seemed to hear the chaotic sound of horse hooves.
But she looked around to find the source, but couldn't find it. In a moment, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her palm, which had nowhere to rest, quietly settled on Gu Chengjue's heart.
Feeling the heartbeat coming from the palm of her hand, Song Tiaotiao's eyes couldn't help but blink at that frightening speed.
But soon, Song Tiaotiao found that the frequency of blinking could not keep up with the vigorous momentum.
Song Tiaotiao pursed her lips and couldn't help but count her overclocked heartbeats. Just then, she heard a low laugh in her ear, "Yes, a long time ago, I already liked Song Tiaotiao..."
Upon hearing this, Song Tiaotiao's breathing stopped.
And those heartbeats that had been counted were now lost in the midst of her heartbeat, quietly hiding in the sound of her heartbeat, sharing the grandeur and blending into one.
She looked at the sincerity in Gu Chengjue's eyes, with mixed emotions, but in the end, her face ended with a bright smile, and the palms that were between the two of them were gently moved to Gu Chengjue's waist and wrapped around his back.
Song Tiaotiao rested her head on that warm chest, feeling Gu Chengjue's body change from being nervous to relaxing, and then to accepting him with joy. They let their breaths blend and their heartbeats overlap.
Song Tiaotiao, on the other hand, used Gu Chengjue's heartbeat as her judge, feeling it quietly and listening carefully.
Even after a long time, Gu Chengjue's heartbeat was still violent, and he practiced the unity of knowledge and action in the most sincere and original way.
Song Zhaozhao watched them for a long moment, but saw that the two had no plans to take any further action beyond hugging. Her heart, which had been surging with emotion, became numb, just like her legs, which had been numbed by the epilepsy.
After much deliberation, Song Zhaozhao stroked her legs, not sure if she could still stand up. She decided to call back the two's consciousness and said loudly, "Don't accuse me of being inconsiderate. I've been patient with this for a long time. Please let me watch your love affair. When we return to the capital, you can indulge in your affection. I'm dismounting now. Dismount!"
At that moment, a tall figure in white quietly approached from a hidden place. Through the gauze curtain of the veil, he glanced at Song Zhaozhao and said in a calm voice, "Song Zhaozhao, you should be quiet."
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