It was so quiet that I thought I could hear the twinkling stars.
I was speechless for a moment, so I just carefully followed his example and lay down on the cold glazed tiles.
He suddenly chuckled: "I'm not saying this to arouse your pity."
"Since I kidnapped you like this, I have to find some excuse to exonerate myself." His tone was relaxed, just like the way he fluttered in his red clothes in the daylight.
"I don't have any pity," I said, adding in a relaxed tone, "I just admire the little boy. I don't need to show it with any physical gestures!"
He turned his head and I was still looking at the bright stars. I only heard him sneer: "Haha, okay."
"So what do you want me to do for you today?" I changed the subject.
"Look at the stars." He said in a calm voice.
I frowned in confusion, but before I could ask, he suddenly straightened up, supporting himself with his hands behind his back, his long hair draped neatly over his shoulders. He looked up at the starry sky, his tone quite cheerful, "From now on, I can look up at the stars whenever I want."
Because next time I see the starry sky, I will no longer think of the cold light, but of—
Someone who understands me, lying shoulder to shoulder with me on this eaves.
I raised my hands and clapped in the air: "Congratulations then."
"By the way, you once asked me in the letter why I didn't sign my name with the word 'Duan'." He still raised his neck to look at the sky, his tone as calm as usual.
"Yeah, you didn't tell me." When I heard this, I suddenly remembered that he didn't reply to my letter last time, so naturally there was no answer.
"Anyway, I've already confessed so much to you today. There's no need to hide this anymore." He turned and looked at me.
"Because..." He deliberately dragged out his words, "My handwriting of 'Duan' is ugly, and I don't want you to see it."
I turned my head in amazement and looked up at him. It was too dark and I could only vaguely see that he seemed to be smiling with the corners of his mouth raised.
I immediately turned around and responded calmly. In fact, I had already understood and realized it a long time ago. From the beginning when he blindfolded me while fighting with the kidnappers, to the moment when he was attacked by a bear and bled and subconsciously told me not to look, to the moment when he honestly said that he would not write the word "Duan"...
"Thank you for what you did," I said sincerely.
"Don't you think I'm hypocritical?" He smiled and said, "I just want to show you my good side."
"Of course not," I blinked, thinking of past events before I came through. "Some people label themselves as 'authentic,' using it as a pretext to do crude and despicable things. After hurting others, they claim they were honest, forthright, and truthful. That's truly disgusting."
"And you're willing to consider me and take the trouble to let me see your good side. I'm truly grateful for that." I simply sat up, stretched my muscles, and continued, "Besides, the ugly handwriting of your 'paragraph' might be because I bled, but that's not a bad side at all!"
He chuckled softly: "Strive for perfection and don't allow even the slightest possibility of failure."
I took a deep breath, turned my head and looked up at him seriously: "You are the one who understands me best."
He was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and sighed, "At this moment, I wish I were confused."
"I can't figure out what's wrong. Is it just because of first come first served?" He turned his neck seemingly nonchalantly.
"Didn't you say that last time?" I blinked helplessly. "I might be able to see through other people's affairs, but I'm usually confused about my own. This is the hardest thing to get an answer from you, isn't it?"
"Besides, we've said this before, haven't we?" I smiled, "We might be the ones who understand each other the least."
"But this kind of clear tacit understanding really makes me think that I have become Boya or Zhong Ziqi, hahaha..." I spoke more and more casually, and my tone sounded like I was making an ordinary little joke.
He didn't smile back at me. In the dark night, he seemed to bow his head and ponder for a while: "In the end, it's still fearless honesty."
"Unfortunately, the life I lived since I was a child has made concealment an instinct of mine."
"What?" The voice was so soft that before I could hear what he said, it was blown away by the night wind.
"I suddenly figured it out," he said frankly, and then said loudly: "Nice to meet you, Mu Boya!"
"Hmm, Duan Ziqi?" I was sure in my heart that he was indeed more like Zhong Ziqi. Although I was not compatible with Boya, who was good at playing the guqin, he was indeed good at listening to me. He seemed to understand what I said better than I did myself.
"So..." He suddenly thought of something: "Mu Boya, don't you want to confess something to me so that I can understand more?"
What can I confess? I have no idea about the original owner's past. I can't even figure out how many people are in the family...
"You're different from many of the ordinary women I've met here," he paused. "Although I can't explain it specifically, the feeling you give me is - very special."
"Really..." I laughed subconsciously. If I heard this sentence normally, wouldn't it be a worn-out way of chatting up people? But after being here, I knew it wasn't the case.
Duan Xiao is such a meticulous and insightful person.
"Yes, the feeling you give me is—" He spoke at a moderate pace, analyzing the situation calmly. "Perhaps you haven't been influenced by the traditional education here for over a decade. Or perhaps, you've always had a stubborn resistance to the outside world."
My heart skipped a beat. The first guess was really close to the truth.
I twisted my neck and said in a relaxed tone: "Then let me tell you about my hometown."
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