DCBS

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DCBS: Chapter 78

At this moment, how should he speak?

Countless chaotic thoughts flickered in Pei Qingyuan’s mind. He clearly saw the moonlight above his head pouring down from the sky like a waterfall. He inexplicably remembered every late night when he came home from school. The math problems he pondered on in his heart when passing by this street, the complicated formulas and numbers that occupied half his mind. Meanwhile, Ji Tong sat in the back, sometimes chatting with him and sometimes just quietly grabbing the corner of his clothes.

If Ji Tong was silent, Pei Qingyuan would occasionally look back and see the top of his head as he quietly ate snacks with his head down or stared at the passing scenery on the street corner in a daze.

Tonight’s moonlight was clearer than it was back then.

He also had questions that were harder to find answers to.

The evening wind on the summer night ruffled the same soft, short hair. Pei Qingyuan was only one step away from the thin back. He was immersed in his hot heartbeat and still didn’t know which sentence to choose as the beginning of the story.

He seemed to have forgotten how to speak.

In the next second, the wandering young man heard this extremely light footstep and turned around. The moonlight smudged from his hair all the way to his eyebrows, spreading over the bright and smiling eyes. His childhood appearance could vaguely be seen in his strange facial features, but his complexion was fairer than when he was a child.

This time, he didn’t have to raise his head. As long as his eyes were slightly raised, he could see the appearance of the person in front of him.

Ji Tong stared at the host’s face, which was a little less youthful than a year ago. Then he suddenly whispered, “Do you want to cry?”

Seeing the host’s stunned appearance at this moment, he couldn’t help thinking of the day of their first encounter. The 17 year old boy was surrounded by countless lights and noisy words. Complex and difficult waves also surged in his eyes.

Thus, this was the first thing he said to Pei Qingyuan.

The grown-up Pei Qingyuan still didn’t answer this question.

In the silence with only a few cicadas making noise, he remembered the same day and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, “What’s wrong with you?”

It turned out that the host also remembered this initial conversation.

Ji Tong’s smile became even more intense when he heard this and he replied very cooperatively, “I can’t find a home.”

A new paragraph started to spread.

These words came out and there was a burst of warmth from his wrist.

“Let’s go home.”

The slender finger with well-defined bones grasped the wrist that seemed a bit too pale and led him in the direction of the house.

For the first time, Ji Tong realized that the palm of the host was so hot.

The homeless boy who was picked up stayed obediently on the back of his bicycle and watched the familiar scenery slowly flow away.

Tonight’s host was exceptionally quiet.

The thin corners of his clothes fluttered in the wind. During the time when the host couldn’t see his nervous expression, Ji Tong asked anxiously, “Do I look strange?”

Why did the host stop talking at the first sight of him?

In fact, he always felt that such a self wasn’t good-looking. Still, it was rare to live again. If he had the opportunity, he still wanted to become what he was familiar with.