To The Lovely You

   The two of them chatted just like that, and Su Rourou's eyelids started to fight. Although she tried very hard to keep her face that looked like she was stuck with double-sided tape, but...

   "Hello, Brother Rou? Brother Rou? Why didn't you speak?" Ke Shaoze on the other side of the microphone called her name several times.

  Su Rou Rou quickly wiped her saliva and cheered up: "Oh, no... nothing. Aren't you sleepy?"

  Ke Shaoze looked at his phone, only to realize that it was past two in the morning, and he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. He felt very relaxed and at ease when talking to Su Rourou, and he forgot the time while chatting.

   "Are you sleepy? Why don't you go to sleep!"

   "No... I'm not sleepy." Su Rou Rou pinched her thigh hard, not sincere.

   The two chatted for a while, this time it was Ke Shaoze's eyelid fight, but Su Rourou passed the point of sleepiness and became more and more energetic.

   "Brother Rou... I'm a little sleepy, are you sleepy?" Ke Shaoze's voice was already somewhat sleepy and vague.

  Su Rourou was furious: "No, I can't sleep now! It's all your fault, don't even think about sleeping!"

"Oh, okay...then let's continue! I'm very loyal!" Ke Shaoze switched the hot phone to the other ear, "Brother Rou, then you can sing a song and listen to it, help me Refresh."

   "No, I can't sing any songs, only the national anthem." Su Rou Rou was born with insufficiency and rarely sang in front of others.

   "Then I'll sing to you, okay?"

   "Okay, if you want to sing so much, I'll listen to it reluctantly!"

   Unexpectedly, Ke Shaoze really sang. His voice was a little hoarse, with a different kind of gentleness in such a late night.

   "Wind and rain turn into flowers

   Time can't catch up with the white horse

  The dream of your young palm

   Still holding tight?

  …”

  Su Rourou didn't know when she fell asleep, all she knew was that in her dream, Ke Shaoze's singing seemed to haunt her all the time.

   When she woke up, she was holding a terribly hot mobile phone in her hand. On the other end of the phone, Ke Shaoze's even breathing sounded.

  Su Rourou was shocked: God! They slept all night holding the phone like this, and contributed to the "China Mobile Immovable" communication in vain?

   She tentatively called out to the microphone: "Hey, get up!"

   Ke Shaoze's breathing stopped abruptly: "What time is it?"

   As he spoke, he rubbed his eyes, only to realize that he was still holding the phone in his hand.

  The early morning sunlight spilled into the room through the gaps in the curtains, bringing a touch of light to the dimly lit room.

  Su Rourou heard Ke Shaoze say "good morning" to her in a lazy voice...

  Looking at the beam of sunlight shining into the room, she felt that the whole world was so beautiful.

   She never thought that she could be so close to him.

   Later, Ke Shaoze often called her on weekend nights, which seemed to become a habit of his. And every time, the two of them fell asleep unconsciously.

  Su Rourou never knew that Ke Shaoze was such a talkative person. He can talk about the latest pop single from the wolf dog next door; he can talk about which drink is better from the NBA basketball game... Of course, what he talks about the most is about An Yirou.

   Whenever he mentioned An Yirou, Su Rourou's heart throbbed faintly. However, she still listened quietly, listening to him talk about the bitterness of unrequited love, listening to him saying that he wanted to get closer to her...

   She touched the position of her chest and thought silently in her heart: Will it be so painful that she will be numb one day? Then suddenly one day, she won't be hurt anymore because of him?

   She both hopes that day will come sooner, and that day will never come...