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"I like summer. Even though it's hot, plants grow wildly, animals chirp, and everything is full of life as if it will die tomorrow."

"I hate summer. It's so hot that I have no energy to live and don't want to do anything."

"Well, I prefer spring to summer. The temperature is just right and it's beautiful."

"I like summer, too, especially when it rains. The air smells like mud, which is really nice."

……

When the four sports cars drove into the Huahe County Expressway, the setting sun was red in the sky.

A vast expanse of blue is surging towards that side, like gentle waves welcoming the sunset.

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The harsh sound of brakes broke the quiet street.

The streetlights were about to come on.

The old dean, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately stepped out to greet him, but his voice arrived before he even showed up.

"Welcome, welcome! Everyone is welcome to visit Hua He again!"

The old man came out with a palm-leaf fan in hand, smiling and greeting the guests. He also waved at the large watermelon Lin Xinzhou had brought down. "Hey! Just come and you're welcome. Why bring gifts? We have plenty of watermelons here!"

Lin Xinzhou held the big watermelon in silence and said, "It's hard to say that this is not a gift. I bought it for myself on the way."

In addition to these, other people also came down one after another with various snacks and specialties, all of which were treated as gifts by the old man, who kept saying "Oh, oh, oh, sorry" while hurriedly directing the children to accept them.

Everyone:…

Tu Wan fanned herself with her hands: "It's really hot."

"The weather forecast says it's going to rain tonight, so the temperature will probably drop soon. After all, Huahe is still much cooler than Yuzhou."

"That's true."

The group walked into the "Flower Box" chatting and laughing.

When the street lights came on, all the lights in the orphanage also came on.

With the gate closed, the deep blue night sky and the noisy laughter inside made this place seem not like an orphanage at all, but rather like a large family with a large population and a harmonious atmosphere.

Anyone passing by this door on a bicycle couldn't help but turn their heads to take a second look.

"That's weird. Didn't they say that many children in the Flower Box were adopted? Why is it still so lively?"

·

With a click, the light came on, illuminating the paintings on half the wall and the old furniture in the room that was spotlessly clean.

Ye Kong's eyes slowly stroked over all of this, and his fingers subconsciously wiped across the table, without a speck of dust on his fingertips.

She turned around and looked at the messy doodles and chess manuals she had carved on the table with a knife, the crooked picture albums and books on the old bookcase, the used paint tray, the homemade box full of brushes, and the small flower pot that had killed a cactus and was now used as a lamp stand...

——She seemed to have never looked at all this so seriously.

It has never been like this before... She could imagine the old man or those little kids cleaning her room.

Their figures came and went in the room, so carefully that everything they touched seemed to retain the warmth of human fingertips.

Ye Kong walked slowly in, came to the bed, and found a light green card next to the pillow.

She picked it up and took a look at it, easily recognizing Xiaozhi's handwriting.

【Welcome home, Eleven!

——All the brothers of Flower Box! 】

Ye Kong: ...

Putting the note aside, Ye Kong sat down on the bed.

The light fell on the top of her head, like a hazy moon.

She looked around somewhat absentmindedly and sniffed the air hard - in fact, there was no smell at all, only the scent of books, but Ye Kong still felt something was different.

In fact, the person who left the most traces here is herself, right?

Looking at the table, the image of Ye Shiyi as a child lying there in a daze and dozing off automatically appeared in my mind.

There is also sleeping in bed, drawing on the wall on a stool, hiding candies and chocolates in various corners to prevent them from being confiscated by the old man, playing suona outside with the window open in the middle of the night because of a bad mood, or... just staring blankly for a long time.

The figure sitting in front of the table grew older day by day, but his dazed posture seemed to have never changed.

·

There was a sudden knock on the door. Ye Kong turned around and saw Wen Can standing at the door looking at her: "Why don't you close the door? The air conditioner is not on. Aren't you hot?"

Ye Kong looked at the man standing in front of the door, who was almost as tall as the door. After a few seconds, he said, "I am not afraid of heat, and the summer in Huahe is quite cool compared to Yuzhou."

"So you're in a daze?"

"Yeah." Ye Kong's lips curled up. "I just suddenly remembered that I really spent many, many years here. I didn't have much idea about this before, and never thought that the orphanage could be considered my home - but when I came back today and looked at all this, I suddenly thought, of course this is my home."

"Because I grew up here, every corner here has traces of my presence. Most importantly," Ye Kong smiled, "there are always... always people saying 'welcome back' to me. So, of course, this is my home."

She looked at Wen Can: "What do you think?"

Wen Can nodded: "I agree."

Ye Kong was obviously happy. She stood up, walked to the door, pulled Wen Can in, pushed him to sit in front of the table facing the window, and then reached out to push the window open.

A squeak——

The hot summer night air, wind, and lights came in together, enveloping them in a hazy manner.

"That's how I used to be, sitting here and staring out."

She bent down slightly and rested her chin on Wen Can's shoulder, looking out with him.

"Sometimes it's very late at night and there's no one outside. I can only see the moon or the lights shining in the yard. Sometimes it's not too late and there are a lot of annoying little brats playing games outside, laughing and making a lot of noise. When I'm in a good mood, I just watch them play. When I'm in a bad mood, I throw paper balls at them or go out and bully them until no one dares to bother me anymore... But more often," Ye Kong said, "I don't feel anything. I won't be in a bad mood, nor will I be in a good mood. No matter what the scenery outside is like or what the people are like, this window is like a moving painting to me. But even if it moves, it's just a dead object - even if it's a dead object, at least it moves."

Ye Kong laughed brightly: "I never deliberately remember how I spent each day, but now that I think about it, the spring, summer, autumn and winter I spent in the flower box are actually very vivid."

"Wen Can, this is my home. It contains almost my entire past."

She looked at the lights outside the window, hugged Wen Can's shoulders amid the faint chirping of cicadas, and said softly: "Now, I'll give you half of it. From now on, this will be your home, okay?"

Wen Can raised his hand, and placed his warm palm against her slightly cold arm, but he did not answer.

Ye Kong didn't care and continued to hug him, saying, "Your room is right next to mine. You can decorate it yourself, or even redecorate it. Then we can open the window and see each other. We can also go out on a date while everyone is asleep, have a barbecue in the yard, play chess, or even dance and sing. Anyway, no one dares to bother me. If they are disturbed, they can go buy earplugs themselves."

“…” Wen Can felt the girl’s body temperature and his own heartbeat which was getting faster and faster.

He looked at Ye Kong's blurry face reflected in the half-window glass and said in a low voice, "So generous? You want to give me your home and life?"

"Hmm." Ye Kong hummed the word through his nose.

"So what do I have to pay?"

Ye Kong laughed muffledly, buried his face in the crook of his neck, his breath spraying on it, and then said with his eyes closed: "I want half of your life - in return, I will also share my life, glory, dreams, and all the journeys from now on with you."

"Wen Can," she said sullenly, "I want to be your spider silk, your web. I want you to live in this world, in my world, like you're swinging in a hammock."

"You can fall asleep peacefully and wake up happy."

The large hand on my forearm tightened slightly.

The man turned his head and kissed the top of her head, then her forehead.

Ye Kong raised his head and kissed him with his lips in an intimate and light kiss.

Wen Can pulled her to sit on his lap and was about to continue kissing her when he heard her raise her chin and ask him condescendingly, "You haven't responded to me yet? Is it good or bad?"

"Of course."

Wen Can raised his head and held the back of her neck with his hand. When the kiss happened again, he murmured, "Apart from this, I will never have any other way to live."

"You don't have to share everything with me. My whole life is yours."

"No matter how the world changes, Ye Kong..."

The moon came out, and its clear light fell, listening to this whispered confession.

"Ye Kong, Ye Kong," he said, "don't leave me."

The girl responded by holding his face and looking at him silently.

Although he was facing away from the moon, he looked like a river melted by the moonlight, with the rippling water staring at him for a long time.

Wen Can thought that anyone who saw such a look would never believe that Ye Kong was once an emotionless monster.

She didn't say anything, but just bent down and kissed his eyes again.