Gold Medal Sweetheart

Jin Taize frowned at Tang Xin's actions. He'd been with many women before, and most women would lick them off with their tongues, trying to create endless reverie. He had never been tempted by those women who tried their best to develop an emotional or physical relationship with him. But now—for such a beautiful girl, this action was too manly.

Jin Taize's Adam's apple rolled. He looked at the person who was staring at him and waiting for his answer, and said casually, "You are really unromantic." He picked up his backpack and walked forward.

Tang Xin was left stunned, wondering what had gone wrong with Jin Taize's brain. She asked him if he still had yogurt in his mouth, but he replied with such a nonsensical question. So, she stared at Jin Taize's back, torturing him with her eyes.

In the central square of the pedestrian street, the melodious sound of guitar filled the air. Two young men, one playing, the other singing. Their playing was melodious, their singing captivating, bringing a wave of soothing calm to the early spring evening. This, therefore, became the pedestrian street's busiest spot.

The sound of music attracted more and more tourists, who gradually formed a circle around the performers. Tang Xin and Jin Taize also followed the sound and came here.

The densely packed audience formed a human wall. Due to her height limitations, Tang Xin tiptoed from the outer edge of the crowd to peer inward, only being able to barely see the portion of the scene that had been divided by the audience. She couldn't even make out the singer's face.

The girl stood on tiptoe, put down her toes when she got tired, rested, and then continued to try to repeat the previous round of postures. When she looked around, her slender swan neck looked particularly slender. This made Jin Taize, who was standing by with his hands in his trouser pockets, want to ask if he needed help.

Just as he was about to bend down to get closer to her, the girl slipped into the gap created by the person who had left in front of her and disappeared into the audience in front of her, leaving him standing there.

Tang Xin was delighted to have secured a good seat. After the song ended, although carrying the yogurt made it difficult for her to move, she applauded the singer enthusiastically, just like the rest of the audience, though she only clapped her hands on the yogurt cup.

Song after song, some were cheerful campus songs, others were light folk songs, especially suitable for such a quiet and lovely spring night. Tang Xin was mesmerized while listening to them. Like the other audience members, she clapped her hands to the beat of the music and swayed her body rhythmically.

I don't know how long it took, but the singer finished his high-pitched last line of singing, and the guitarist played a solo. When the last note cut through the night sky, the guitarist's arm was raised high, drawing a graceful arc in the air. The audience gave cheers and applause, showing the greatest respect and affirmation for the performance that had been devoted all night.

The performers bowed several times, thanking everyone for listening, and the evening's performance came to an end.

The audience began to leave, and Tang Xin realized that in order to concentrate on watching the performance, she had actually forgotten about Jin Taize.

She looked back left and right, her sight moving quickly through the crowd, but the tall man was not within her search range. Tang Xin's heart felt like a fluttering feather, extremely uneasy - her bag and cell phone were in Jin Taize's hands, and even if she wanted to go back and wait for him, she didn't even know where his car was parked.

Like a headless fly, she walked quickly two steps deeper into the pedestrian street, then turned back. She didn't know where he would go. The people who had just finished watching the show had not yet dispersed, so running around like this was not a good idea.

"Jin Taize," Tang Xin shouted loudly, "Jin Taize..." while searching the crowd for a familiar figure as if sifting through a sieve, her eyes full of anxiety.

After shouting again and again, people passing by would look over, but when they realized it had nothing to do with them, they would look away indifferently and continue their sightseeing.

"I'm quite sensitive to this name." Tang Xin suddenly thought of what Jin Taize had said when he pressed her against the security gate of the shopping mall. She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly, as if she had made up her mind, she raised her head decisively, her eyes full of determination, "Taize, Taize."

It was a little difficult to say at first, but once I shouted it out for the first time, the countless times afterwards became natural and justified.

As Tang Xin's eyes wandered aimlessly, her body suddenly stopped. She saw a big heart-shaped balloon slowly moving towards her from one end deep in the pedestrian street.

My eyes followed the hand holding the balloon slowly downwards, and slowly moved to the owner of that hand. He had an angular face, and a faint smile seemed to be on the corner of his mouth. His well-tailored suit was well-suited to his Pacific Ocean-like shoulders, and the white shirt inside the suit was tucked into his trousers. The waistline created by the belt was thin and powerful. As he walked, the shirt stuck to his upper body, outlining his strong and powerful chest muscles.

Such an incomparably handsome man came slowly in such a season of lush grass and singing birds. Tang Xin felt like a camera with a wide aperture and long focal length. All the scenery around him became mottled. The vast time and space solidified into poetry under his footsteps. He was the only one in this world.

This shaky picture was like a silent film from the last century. Everything was silent, but only the sound of her heartbeat pierced her eardrums.

The restless heart is like the feeling of a wanderer returning to his hometown, filled with a sense of security.

The girl, who was looking anxious at first in the crowd, suddenly became quiet. Although there was a distance between them, the man could see the relief in her expression.

There were many figures, and unclear faces flashed before his eyes like a kaleidoscope, but in this blurry picture, there was just one person, as elegant as the first white pear blossom blooming in early spring, with petals dancing on the branches in the warm breeze, as if isolated from the world by the flowing crowd. She easily and firmly locked his gaze.

And the girl who was looking at Jin Taize from afar across the crowd seemed to have something unknown sprouting in her heart in this warm season.