Chapter 14 Chapter Fourteen

"It's so late, I'll take you home." You said softly. I looked up at you, stunned, my heart trembled with surprise, I was so happy that I forgot everything, and blurted out: "OK!" "Let's go!" There was a soft smile on the corner of your mouth. I float with you down that terrazzo staircase. You opened the front door of the car for me like a gentleman.I got in the car and sat in the seat usually reserved for girlfriends. Then, you go around the other side and get on the bus. The car slowly left Beilu Road and drove down the silent hillside at night.

I can hardly believe that all this is real. How many nights, I long for the day when I can stay in your car until the end, the way home, only you and me, can never end. I have thought of many things to tell you. I can ask you about architecture and art, and I can also tell you that I am going to study architecture. However, when this moment really came, there was only you and me, but I tried to open my mouth several times but couldn't find a perfect opening sentence. So, I shut up and peeked at you from the corner of my eye from time to time, constantly hoping that you would talk to me.

However, your eyes are not looking at me, you are looking ahead and driving very attentively. I hope that the way home will never end, but that night, the way home seems to be shorter than ever. Seeing that the next intersection was approaching, I panicked.I must tell you something so that you remember me. I must find a topic as soon as possible. At that moment, there was no better topic than Xia Xia. I put on a sophisticated tone and said: "Xia Xia already has a boyfriend." You smile: "She has never been short of suitors." "I thought you were going to get married."

He turned to look at me and couldn't help laughing: "I won't marry. Why should I marry?" "Because you are in love with that person!" I said naively and foolishly. You laughed out loud like I just told a really funny joke. "Wilde said that those who are loyal only understand the trivial aspects of love, and those who are unfaithful understand the misfortunes of love. Have you heard this sentence?" I nodded silently and replied: "The Picture of Gray." I have read these two sentences in the book. "Really? I forgot which book I read it in."

"Why don't you believe in love?" I mustered up the courage to ask you. You stopped the car, grinned at the corner of your mouth, smiled, and said to me in your usual playful tone: "I don't believe in love because I don't believe in myself." Xinsheng, do you remember now? You tell a girl who is in love with you, you don't believe in love, and you don't believe in yourself either. However, she loves to look at you even more desperately. She doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and tells herself that one day, she will make you believe in love.