Chapter 28 Chapter Seven - You Are My Sun

At nine o'clock in the evening, I returned to the laboratory and gazed at the palm of my right hand. Occasionally, they stretch out their left palms to compare with each other. "What are you doing? Are you studying palmistry?" Bo Sen walked up behind me and asked curiously. "Will it be hot?" I pressed the palm of my right hand against Person's left cheek. "You are sick." Bo Sen took my hand away, "Have you eaten yet?" "not yet." "Go home and eat cake. Today is my birthday," said Person. Bo Sen bought a 12-inch cake and put it in the living room.

Senior sister Xiuzhi and brother Ziyao were both there, and senior sister Xiuzhi called Mingjing over. When Brother Ziyao saw that Senior Xiuzhi was about to eat the third plate of cake, he said: "Eating too much cake will make you fat." "I'm happy. Can't you?" Xiuzhi-senpai replied angrily. "It's not impossible, it's just that I think your current figure is just right..." "Hey! You rarely speak humanly." "Your current figure can be called fat. If you continue to eat, you will become too fat." "How dare you say I'm fat!" Senior Xiuzhi put down the plate fiercely and stood up.

Seeing that something was wrong, Bo Sen slipped upstairs and hid in his room. I also slipped upstairs and went back to my room.Turning around to see, Ming Jing also followed me treacherously. Living here for so long, I often come across thrilling scenes of senior sister Xiuzhi and brother Ziyao. Usually Xiuzhi-senpai would only curse louder and louder, and finally returned to the room full of anger and slammed the door. The reason Bosen and I didn't dare to be on set was because we might not be able to help laughing, and we were afraid that we would suffer disaster. Mingjing looked around in my room, and then asked me:

"Come on, how have you been lately?" "fine." "I heard from senior sister that you go home very late to sleep." "Yeah." I exhaled, "I'm rushing for the paper, there's no way." "Don't break your body." After Ming Jing finished speaking, when she brushed her hair lightly with her right hand, she brushed across her slightly frowning right eyebrow. I was surprised when I saw Mingjing's actions. Over the past few years, Mingjing has always cared about me, but I have never noticed her subtle movements. I suddenly felt very moved and very guilty.

So I approached Mingjing and stared at her. "Why are you...looking at me like this." Ming Jing seemed a little embarrassed, her voice was very soft. "It's okay. Just wanted to say thank you again." "I was taken aback." Ming Jing patted her chest, "Why did you say thank you?" "Just wanted to say it." "Fool." Ming Jing smiled. "How about you? How are you doing?" I sat on the chair and asked Mingjing. "I'm pretty relaxed right now." Ming Jing sat by my bed, picking up the books on the shelf. "The Institute of Chinese Studies usually takes three years, so I will not write my dissertation until next year."

Senior Xiuzhi's roar was faintly heard downstairs, Mingjing listened carefully, and said with a smile: "Senior Xiuzhi is currently writing a thesis, brother Ziyao offends her, it will be very miserable." "So, if I go well, I can graduate together with Xiuzhi-senpai this year." "Fool. It's not an if, it's a must." Ming Jing closed the book and spoke seriously. "Yeah." After a while, I nodded. "Guer. I've known you for so long, and you can't get rid of your cranky thoughts." "Have we known each other for a long time?"

"It's been more than three years, can't it be considered a long time?" "Yeah. But I still remember clearly the time I went to Cingjing Farm." "Me too." Ming Jing smiled, "I was really shocked when you guessed my name." I couldn't help but think of the sun and the smell of the air when I saw Mingjing for the first time. "aunt……" "What's wrong?" "I want to tell you something very important." "What's up?" "it's nice to meet you." "You're fooling around again."

Mingjing put the book back on the shelf, supported the bed with both hands, leaned back 30 degrees, and sat relaxed. "aunt……" "what happened again?" "There is one more important thing." "What's up?" "The skirt you are wearing today is very short, if you lean back, it will be exposed." "Come on!" Mingjing stood up, went to the desk, and knocked on my head. The sound of senior sister Xiuzhi closing the door was just heard downstairs. "The alarm has finally been lifted." I rubbed my head that hurt from the knock.

"Yeah." Ming Jing looked at her watch, "It's getting late, I should go back." "I see you off." "it is good." "But you knocked me so dizzy, I've forgotten where you live?" "You..." Ming Jing raised her hand again, making a gesture to hit me on the head. "I remembered!" I quickly dodged. Accompanying Mingjing back to the gate of Shengliushe, I waved my hand and said good night. "Come on, come on." "Will do." "You look pale recently, remember to get more sun." "I just want to see you often."

"why?" "Because you are my sun." "That's a good sentence, can I borrow it to write a novel?" "Okay." I smiled, "But I have to pay for the manuscript." "Okay." Mingjing also smiled, "One dollar per word, I owe you ten dollars." "It's late, you go upstairs." "Yeah. But I also want to tell you something important" "What's up?" "It's really nice to meet you." "I see." "OK, good night." Ming Jing waved her hand, turned and went upstairs.

In the following days, I entered the cycle again. It's just that I occasionally think of Mingjing and Tsuen. Usually I think of Mingjing when I am very tired, and then Mingjing's words of encouragement come to my mind, so I will be refreshed. I often doubt whether I deliberately get the strength to continue sprinting by thinking of Mingjing? When thinking of Tsuen, it is completely different. That's usually a sudden situation, not something I would have expected. Maybe I was riding a bike, maybe I was eating, maybe I was talking. So I would go from a state of movement to momentary stillness. If a wild dog rushed out when I was riding my bicycle, I would have no time to step on the brakes. If I think of Mingjing at home, I will take out the mistletoe that Mingjing gave me and play with it. If I think of Tsuen, I will stare at the palm of my right hand and smile.