Song Zhixing did not struggle, but just looked at him from bottom to top, looking at this man whom she once respected so much but now admired, as if she wanted to embed him into her eyes and heart.
"Since you can't bear to leave, you are not allowed to leave." Tang Yu's attitude has always been decisive and he would not tolerate any objection.
Song Zhixing asked: "Can we not leave?"
"As long as you nod, it's okay to say no."
"My grandpa is already old. If I don't go back, would it be unfilial?"
Tang Yu felt even more pity for her, worried that his heavy body would crush her. So, he supported himself with one hand, placing most of his weight on his hand. His eyes were deep, "Xingxing, in this world, no one needs to live for another person. You think about them, but maybe... they don't really need you."
Song Zhixing knew that there was something behind Tang Yu's words, but she didn't want to explore it at all. Instead, she looked at him pleadingly, "Second Uncle."
"Um?"
"Can you please never let me know the secrets between you, grandpa, and aunt?"
Tang Yu's heart tightened. She was a sensitive and fragile child, and it wasn't like she didn't notice anything. He leaned over and pressed his cold lips against her forehead. After a long while, he pulled away. He whispered a promise above her head: "Okay, I promise I'll never let you know."
Song Zhixing fluttered her eyelashes and looked at him lazily, as if she was acting like a spoiled child. "Second Uncle, I'm sleepy..."
"If you're sleepy, just have a good sleep." Tang Yu said, taking the towel in his hand and placing it on the pillow, and patting the pillow, "Lie down."
Song Zhixing lifted her hair that was not completely dry yet and lay down obediently. Tang Yu brought a hair dryer, plugged it in, and sat at the head of the bed to dry her hair. He obviously had no experience like this, and his movements of blowing her hair were not very skillful, but he was very careful and did not hurt her. Song Zhixing felt the warm wind and the man's gentle fingers running through her long hair. She suddenly moved away from the pillow and rested her head on his strong long arms. Tang Yu was stunned for a moment, only to hear her voice ringing out in the warm wind, "Second Uncle, you said... can we really be together?"
Tang Yu paused for a moment because of her uncertain words. The next second, he helped her blow dry her hair again and whispered, "These few days, just do well in the exam and don't think about anything else. It will be straight when you get to the bridge."
Song Zhixing didn't ask any more questions, but just closed his eyes. He curled up slightly and lay on his chest. Listening to the man's strong heartbeat, he finally fell asleep.
Tang Yu looked at her sleeping face quietly, lost in thought for a long time. He didn't put down the hair dryer until her hair was completely dry. He was very careful with his movements, fearing that he would wake her up if he did it too much. If he had known that there would be countless obstacles when they were together, he would have thought that this little girl would give up halfway. But...
From the beginning, he had never thought of letting her back down.
"Xingxing, you have to be mentally prepared from now on." Tang Yu murmured, his lips pressed against the top of her fragrant hair, "From the moment you responded to me, there was no turning back."
Song Zhixing was half asleep and half awake, and seemed to have heard his words. She moved her mouth and muttered something. Tang Yu didn't hear clearly, so he moved his body slightly, put his ear close to her mouth, and asked in a low voice: "What did you say?"
"You also have to be mentally prepared..."
"what to prepare?"
"I... I will always rely on you..."
Her voice was soft and tender, with a hint of mischief when she spoke. Tang Yu heard it and felt that it was definitely the best love words in the world. His heart was so excited that he hugged her tighter, "Okay, then we have a deal. I want you to rely on me for the rest of your life."
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The next day.
Song Zhixing woke up early in the morning.
When I opened my eyes, Tang Yu was talking on the phone at the window.
"Yeah, I got it. OK." He just said a few words and hung up. Turning back, Song Zhixing had just sat up from the quilt, with messy hair. But even with this lazy look, Tang Yu still felt very fond of her.
"Did I wake you up?" He turned around and walked over. He was wearing a very ordinary black pajamas, but he was still very charming. Song Zhixing looked at Tang Yu who was so close to him, and his little hand unconsciously touched the short stubble on his chin. He grabbed his delicate hand, "What's wrong?"
"Uncle, have I ever told you that you look good with a beard?" This man was born impeccably. No wonder my aunt was willing to sacrifice her life for him. He was so charming.
Tang Yu chuckled. Being praised so early in the morning turned out to be such a sweet thing. "It's the first time I hear you say that."
"Really?" She smiled foolishly, and the next second, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she smiled wickedly, "It's just a little..."
He raised his eyebrows, "What's going on?"
“He’s really like an uncle now.”
"Do you think I'm old?" Tang Yu pushed her down on the bed. Song Zhixing immediately begged for mercy in a tender voice, "Second Uncle, it's not that you are old... You are charming... All uncles are charming."
Tang Yu leaned over and looked at the little girl who had been flattering him. Without feeling any further movement, Song Zhixing opened her eyes slightly and met his gaze. His eyes were burning, like fire, and her heart was beating like a drum. She licked her lips, "Second Uncle, we have to get up... I want to go see my aunt."
Tang Yu came back to his senses, and the heat in his eyes gradually faded. The next moment, he let her go and stood up. Song Zhixing sat up again. Tang Yu walked to the bathroom and said, "In two days, you will no longer be treated like last night."
Song Zhixing looked at his back in confusion, "What kind of treatment?"
He opened the bathroom door and looked back at her, "It was just a chat under the quilt. There won't be any more of that in the future."
so…
Song Zhixing's heartbeat quickened. Tang Yu's voice rang out from the bathroom, "It's just what you thought."
Oops.
She threw back the quilt, slid off the bed, and ran out of the room. Her ears felt a little hot. But now, she felt that further development seemed to be a natural outcome.
Song Zhixing returned to her room to wash up. Thinking of her aunt's appearance last night, she felt a chill down her spine. Before this, she had never known that the world of love was so complicated and so tragic.
She didn't even know where the exit for her and her second uncle was, but she was also selfish. She was unwilling to give up on him and retreat before she reached the end of the road. She was attached to all the warmth and peace of mind he gave her. She didn't know when she wanted to give this man everything she could give.