Sweet daily life of Little Tanuki and Qin Che in Love and Deep Space

"Aren't you tired of carrying me all this time?" You rubbed your little head against Qin Che and asked.

"If you feel guilty, give me a good pep talk later."

!!!

What kind of inappropriate and offensive talk is this guy spouting in public?!

Your face flushed red, and you quickly punched him on the shoulder.

"What are you talking about!"

"Huh? What did I say?"

......

This dialogue pattern feels so familiar.

If you feel a slight tremor in Qin Che's body, you know that this guy has succeeded again.

On the way to the parking lot, while waiting for the red light, Qin Che placed you on a bench by the roadside.

"Qin Che~~ We've been walking for so long, do you want to sit next to me and rest for a while?" You patted the empty seat next to you, and Qin Che sat down as instructed.

Perhaps because he had carried you for quite a distance, Qin Che's forehead was slightly damp with sweat.

He took off his hat and casually stuffed it into one of the shopping bags.

You took a tissue from your purse and leaned over to wipe his face.

The night wind blew the stray hairs on his forehead, bringing a chill.

Qin Che took off the scarf from his neck and wrapped it around your neck once.

Their eyes met, and suddenly everything fell silent.

The sky had darkened sometime earlier, and the red light reflected on Qin Che's face, giving it a sacred beauty.

Some fragmented memories flash through your mind.

It was at a red light at an intersection that you two took another step closer.

You held the tissue in your hand, looked away, and leaned back in your chair.

For some reason, you suddenly remembered those few scraps of paper you found while tidying up your apartment not long ago when you were renovating it.

It was hidden in a very secluded corner.

It's your handwriting, but the content recorded on it has caused you some confusion.

You hesitated about whether to ask Qin Che, but the words that were about to come out of your mouth automatically changed to another sentence.

"Qin Che, what were you thinking when you first met me?"

Qin Che reached out and gently brushed his fingertips against the back of your hand, taking your hand in his.

His palms were broad and warm, his knuckles slightly tightening to completely envelop your hand in his, spreading warmth even to your wrist: "Don't you remember what I said back then?"

"Of course... I remember..." you murmured to yourself, your gaze unfocused.

That memory, which should be clear, is now shrouded in mist.

It felt like two different images were overlapping in my mind, and the more I tried to grasp their outlines, the more confused I became.

Your eyelashes droop down, casting a soft shadow under your eyes.

“At that time, I thought that the two of us should be flowers growing in the same soil.” Qin Che’s thumb rubbed half a circle between your fingers, then suddenly bent his knuckles and hooked your fingers, pressing his fingertips against the curve of each of your finger bones, slowly inserting his fingertips into the gaps between your fingers until your ten fingers were firmly intertwined. “You don’t know when you were secretly transplanted to a foreign land… but even there, you still bloomed.”

"Whether in the past or now, we've come full circle again—it's a magical fate." Your gaze falls on your clasped hands, your thumb unconsciously rubbing against the bulging veins on the back of his hand.

"A ridiculous fate." Qin Che's voice was very low, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

The shadows cast by passing cars flickered on his profile, the wind swirled up a few withered leaves from the roadside, and the traffic lights flashed alternately several times.

Qin Che propped himself up on his knees, turned around and slowly squatted down. He patted his shoulder and said, "Let's go home."

"Ok!"

Having grown up, there's one principle you understand very well.

If you can't figure something out, just stop thinking about it.

let it go.