allonlinenovel Chapter 149 Make a Wish
Chapter 149 Make a Wish
The sea breeze was strong, making her ponytail flutter backward.
Xiao Yunqing stood on the steps and shouted something at the sea.
The wind scattered her voice, making it inaudible, but it was clear that she was shouting very loudly, attracting the attention of many passersby.
After she finished shouting, she stood there, her chest heaving, panting.
Song Huan watched her retreating figure, her throat tightening, feeling a little dry.
"Little cloud..."
Suddenly, her expression changed, and she put her finger to her lips and shushed him.
Then he laughed, a quick laugh, as if nothing had happened.
"Alright, alright, why take it so seriously? I was just expressing my feelings."
She waved her hand, stepped onto the stairs, one step at a time, her steps light and quick, her ponytail swaying behind her.
"Oh well, there's nothing I can do, beautiful girls are just so sentimental."
Song Huan stood there, watching her walk away.
He was genuinely wondering, can a woman's mood really change faster than turning the pages of a book?
I didn't know what to say, so I followed.
The sea surface lit up again.
It wasn't a lamp, but light shooting upwards from below, trailing a long tail.
"laugh!"
"Bang!"
Fireworks exploded, golden and covering half the sky.
Very beautiful, very beautiful.
The light fell on her, casting her shadow on the steps, short and huddled at her feet.
She stopped, looked up, and watched the firework slowly fade away.
Then close your eyes, clasp your hands together, and raise them in front of your chest.
His fingers were interlaced and clenched tightly.
Song Huan walked over to her, looked at her, and asked, "What are you doing?"
She didn't open her eyes, her eyelashes were trembling, and her lips were moving slightly, as if she were reciting something.
After a while, he opened his eyes.
The fireworks had faded, and the sea had darkened again.
"Make a wish," she said, turning to look at him.
Song Huan couldn't understand, "Why do you have to make wishes for everything?"
"Because I'm a very greedy person, I want a lot of things." She spread her arms wide, making a big circle, "So I have to make a lot of wishes."
Song Huan was both amused and exasperated. "Wishes never come true."
"You really have no childlike heart." She wrinkled her nose, her face facing the sea breeze, and her stray hairs were blown across her face.
She reached out and flicked the glass, revealing a faint smile. Looking up at the dark sky, her eyes gradually became hazy. "But I just love making wishes. Even if the wishes I make in this world don't come true, in another world, and another world, and another world, my dreams will eventually come true."
Song Huan stared at her blankly.
Her face was illuminated by the streetlight, appearing white, with bright eyes and something clinging to her eyelashes, making it difficult to see clearly.
He never knew that this proud and arrogant girl had such a side to her.
"So what did you wish for?"
She rolled her eyes at him, turned around, and skipped away. "I'm not telling you! If I tell you, my dreams won't come true. What will happen to me in the other world then?"
She walked ahead, her ponytail swaying back and forth.
My thoughts drifted over from the front, very light, like the wind blowing across the sea.
[I give thanks every day for fate that brought me to you.]
[You always say making wishes is useless, so I'll repeat your name over and over again until we meet in another time and space.]
My small wish is that you will be by my side every minute, every second, every day, every month, and every year from now on.
Song Huan stood on the steps, the cold wind blowing in through her collar, causing her scarf to flutter and sweep across her chin.
He felt his blood was about to freeze.
Can wishes really come true?
As he looked at the cheerful figure ahead, he suddenly remembered that lyric.
Who made a wish for our meeting?
……
The electric scooter was parked on the side of the road, with a thin layer of dust on the seat.
Xiao Yunqing sat down sideways, resting her hand on the edge of the seat, without moving.
Song Huan stepped onto it, kicked off the brace, and the metal bounced.
She reached into his pockets, one hand on the left and one on the right, clenching her fists.
The car started and lurched forward.
Her face was pressed against his back, warm through his down jacket.
The streetlights receded one by one, their light passing overhead, flickering between bright and dim.
The scarf was long, and the excess part hung down, blowing in the wind and brushing against the back of her hand.
She grabbed the scarf and held it in her hand.
Xiao Yunqing remained quiet as the electric car drove back.
She put her hands in his pockets, gently hugged him, and pressed her face against his back.
The wind whistled past their ears, but neither she nor he spoke.
They were driving too fast and the wind was too strong. Xiao Yunqing probably felt a little cold, so she wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him a little tighter.
He also slowed down his driving a little.
When they arrived at her building, she let go of his hand and jumped out of the car.
She stood at the entrance of the building, her hands in her pockets.
"Go on up," Song Huan said. "I'll watch you."
"Return the scarf to me tomorrow."
"Um."
"Gloves too."
"Um."
She stood there, looking at him, for a while.
Then he turned around, pushed open the stairwell door, and went inside.
The voice-activated light came on, casting a stark white glow on her.
She took a few steps, stopped, and looked back.
He was still at the door, his hands in his pockets, half his face covered by a scarf.
Xiao Yunqing suddenly ran back.
"You go first, I'll watch over you."
Song Huan was stunned for a moment. In the past, he would always watch her go upstairs and leave only after the lights were on.
Today is different.
He nodded. "Then I'm leaving."
She stood there and gave a muffled "hmm".
He looked away and twisted the accelerator.
The car lurched forward, and she ran a few steps ahead. Her voice caught up from behind, but it wasn't loud and was scattered by the wind.
"Remember slowly!"
He turned around.
She stood at the entrance of the stairwell, her hands in her pockets, and jumped up and down twice.
The hem of the down jacket bounced up, and her ponytail bounced along with it.
The streetlights shone on her, her shadow shrinking to a tiny ball at her feet.
Song Huan smiled.
Those two moments resonated deep within him.
"Okay, I'm leaving."
He turned back and twisted the accelerator.
As the car drove towards the entrance of the residential area, a cold wind rushed into his collar, but he didn't shrink back.
I drove to the corner of the road in the neighborhood, stopped, and looked back.
She was still standing there, hands in her pockets, looking in his direction.
The streetlights shone on her; she was alone, small and delicate.
He turned back and went around the street corner.
In the rearview mirror, the figure grew smaller and smaller until it became a dot, which was then blocked by the wall.
He continued driving, the wind whistling past his ears.
The scarf was blown by the wind, brushing against my chin; it was soft and carried a faint fragrance.