Chapter 10 — It Turns Out It's Still You

When I saw the screen clearly, my nose stung and tears fell. That's the post I wrote on confession in freshman year, telling about my unrequited love for him. "That day, I liked a boy in class. I asked him who he liked. He said he liked Y. I was happy all night, because my name also started with Y. But after the university entrance exam, he said he liked the class beauty, and the beauty queen was also named Y. At that time, I realized I was deluding myself. A silly unrequited love, yet it shook me all summer. Then that summer passed, that enthusiastic boy also disappeared from my life. Couple when I still remember him. But there is no more contact." At the end of the article, I also attached a screenshot of the QQ message that year. Those are just some complaints I posted one late night of weakness. After posting, I don't care anymore. I don't know how that article got to him. “Then why don't you read the last comment?” He asked me. Comment? I was crying and confused, still holding his phone and scrolling down to continue reading. The most popular comment is: Me: You said the person you like is Y, who is she? Now… do you still like her? Him: Y. This “Y”… could it possibly stand for “YES”? Reading this, I was stunned, because underneath that comment, everyone was discussing: "This guy is telling the truth." “That's right, maybe he liked you from the beginning, just for some reason he had to lie.” “The person he likes from beginning to end has always been you.” Compared to those comments, what shocked me more was: The owner of the other comment signed LuY. I couldn't hold back my tears anymore, I turned around and cried until my whole body was shaking. “You…” “Yes, it's me, I've always liked you.” He frankly admitted to me. “So… why do you say things like that?” “Because… I couldn't take the university entrance exam that year, my future was dim, I didn't know how to continue.” “Why can't I take the university entrance exam?” I choked up and questioned. "It's over, don't ask anymore." After that, we were both silent. The rain is still falling, showing no signs of stopping. He and I sat there, reminiscing about our youth together. After a while, he changed the subject: "What about you? Why are you studying medicine? I remember in high school you said you wanted to be a teacher." I adjusted my mood and gently opened my mouth: "Because... there's a person, he likes to fight all the time. "During the time I've known him, I've never seen him healthy for a single day. He always has bandages on his body, on his head, on his legs, on his face..." "It's that boy who likes to fight. When I was most helpless in 12th grade, he stood up and said he would protect me. “Every time he was beaten until his head was torn and bleeding, he still calmly told me: 'It's okay, the wound is only small.' “He didn't know, every time that happened I was very hurt, but I didn't dare say it, afraid to reveal my feelings, afraid he would panic and leave me.” After speaking, I saw the cigarette in his hand fall, he stood up and put it out. When he came back, he pulled me up, forced me to lean against the bleachers, bowed his head and kissed me. At that moment, my mind went blank. The world is spinning. But I don't need the care and reserve anymore. I wrapped my arms around his neck, clumsily responding to that kiss. In the middle of a kiss, I suddenly felt a drop of hot water falling on my face. That's when I realized — he was crying. “Sorry.” His voice was hoarse, apologizing to me. “Sorry for what?” “I'm really an asshole.” "It's OK." I smiled at him. He's an asshole, but I like this asshole. It turns out kissing is what it feels like. Obviously still very shy

Embarrassed, but I couldn't help but passionately hug each other, my heart pounding like it was about to explode, feeling like the whole world was collapsing and it had nothing to do with me anymore. I just want to passionately kiss my boy. Hugging him in my arms was like embracing the entire brilliant summer of my 12th grade year. In the end, it was I who suggested going to a hotel. Reuniting after so many years, I was greedy and didn't want to leave him for even a second. At first he planned to carry me back to the dormitory, but when I arrived at the gate, I was so attached that I couldn't bear to leave. “Why are you still standing there and not moving?” He stood there, smiling at me. “Du San San, you don't want to invite me out to rent a room, right?” “Is it possible?” I asked quietly. He stood still, looking at me for a minute, not knowing what he was thinking. “I… I don't mean it like that, it's just… I really like you, really want to be with you, just sit and look at you, not doing anything.” I hastily explained. Thinking back, the first time we met again after a whole year and invited each other to rent a room, it was true that I didn't mean it at all. Read full at Nguyet Hoa Cac page But I just wanted to be with him. I want to hear him talk about what happened during the year I was absent. The sadness, the joy, everything I've ever missed. He looked at me and suddenly laughed: "I'm okay, after all I'm 19, can you stand it?" “Can you stand what?” I was bewildered. “If you decide then go, don't be too long, come here.” He held out his hand. "YES." In the end he actually took me to the hotel. While checking in at the front desk, I started to regret it a bit. But along the way, Luc Da always held my hand. At the door of the room, he told me to go in first. “I'm going down to buy some things.” “What is that?” He looked at me very naturally, just didn't say anything, tilted his head and replied: "It's just snacks, you can eat later to relieve your sadness. Do you like to eat anything?" Oh, he's so thoughtful. I felt a little joy in my heart. Thinking for a moment, I said: "French fries, cucumber flavor." “Cucumber?” He paused slightly, “Is green apple okay?” "Green apple? Does potato taste like that?" I'm a bit skeptical. Because I have tasted tomatoes, vegetables, taro, and cucumbers, but have never tasted green apples. “Yes, the taste just came out.” He answered very naturally, completely clearing my doubts. Just a few minutes later, he came back. Bought a bunch of snacks, the potato chips were still cucumber flavored. “Didn't you say green apple flavor?” I asked curiously. He glanced at me, looked helpless, and said nothing. “Is it out of stock?” I asked myself and then answered myself. “Let's put it that way.” After that we never mentioned it again. “Aren't you going to take a bath?” He looked at my clothes, which were all wet from the rain, and was a little worried. “But I didn't bring any clothes.” When I entered the room, I was planning to take a shower. It's true that wearing wet clothes is very uncomfortable. But I don't have any clothes, what should I change, I'll just wear it and wait for it to dry. “Just go take a shower.” He touched my clothes, "Take them off, I'll use the dryer, this dress's fabric is easy to dry." “But when you dry it, what do I wear?” Sounds reasonable. He looked at me, as if speechless: "There's a bathrobe in the room, how stupid." Oh, okay. So I obediently took a shower, changed clothes and gave them to him through the door. “Luc Da.” I stood in the bathroom calling him. "YES." He stood outside and responded. “You can't peek.” Outside the door, he snorted softly: "Okay, I won't look, I'm Luc Da, I'm not that type of person." Hearing him say that, I completely believed it. Thinking back, maybe I was too immature. When I walked out in my bathrobe, he was still drying my clothes. "After drying, it's a bit hot, let it cool a bit then wear it." "YES." His eyes stopped on me for a moment, then hurried again

gold moved. “I'm going to take a shower.” “Yeah.” So I put my clothes back on, lay in bed, watched TV, and ate potato chips. Waiting for him to come out, he was also wearing a nightgown, with no intention of changing his clothes. I felt a little embarrassed, but only for a moment. After that, the two of us lay on the bed together, watching TV, talking, and telling all sorts of stories from high school. Mostly I did the talking, he just quietly looked at me, listening quietly. Forgive me, there's really so much I want to tell him. Just like that, we talked until midnight. “Du San San.” He looked at me with a bit of a headache, "Are you going to talk to me all night?" “That was the intention at first.” I covered my face and yawned loudly, "But... I'm so sleepy." After speaking, sleepiness came over me, I hugged his hand and closed my eyes. I vaguely heard him say something: "Are you going to sleep now?" “Please stay awake.” “It's true that you're really good, you started the fire, what are you going to do now?” … No matter what he said, I really fell asleep. [Full text complete.]