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"I didn't want to contact you, but I couldn't help it."

When X said this to me, a ripple of a smile spread across my vain heart.

Many scenes of him played out in my mind... In the car outside the traffic police station, he watched me quietly weep, yet pretended to be strong; he invited me to dinner, but brought a whole bunch of people along; he picked me up at the airport, and we sat together in the back seat, not daring to steal a kiss, just fidgeting with our fingers until they were sweating; in the light snow of winter, I wore his oversized coat home to my grandfather's funeral; in the room, red wine, slightly drunk, the chaotic and frenzied embrace... When he saw me off, he let me drink the tea from his cup, and before I left, he slipped me several large pomegranates; in the coffee shop, the hurried, hesitant "yes" and "no"... On Mother's Day, he gave my mother a bouquet of flowers...

I remember all the tenderness.

Looking at him, I always smile.

Being held by him brings instant satisfaction.

Even when he helplessly scolds me for being fickle, thinking of him brings a delicate touch of emotion.

We haven't seen each other for many days, and X suggested we meet.

I also had the idea of seeing him before we parted.

But I was annoyed that he always brought friends, or asked me to bring friends, or said it was just the two of us meeting, and his attitude wasn't firm enough, not assertive enough.

There was a vague hint that we'd meet that evening, but I wasn't sure.

So our whole family went to Famen Temple. My sister's friend actually knew the second-in-command of Famen Temple, and our group not only got free admission, but also received many Buddhist books, a blessed bracelet for each person… and were even accompanied to pay homage to the gods and Buddhas and the Buddha's finger relic up close.

It was my first time visiting Famen Temple in my life. A few days ago, I happened to pass by, and it seemed very far, at least 150 or 160 kilometers away, but it was only about 70 kilometers… My thoughts returned to that night, the bright moon, the honest yet slightly reckless taxi driver, the long journey, my head resting on Y's lap, a simple and blissful sleep… At that time, I knew I had to go to Famen Temple, just for this chance encounter.

On the way back from Famen Temple, we first ate liangpi (cold skin noodles), and then tofu pudding in Qianxian County.

X texted to ask if we wanted to have dinner together.

I said I had already eaten. He

suggested going to the coffee shop again.

Watching him intently driving, I thought of my own recklessness this month and felt a pang of guilt… Right now, and in the next moment, I should quietly stay by his side, no dates, no passionate kisses, no eager physical exploration… After all the pleasure, won't everything eventually fade into silence? Only by his side, chatting about the days to come, or sharing a peach together with smiles, playing games, or even sleeping beside him, or jokingly dragging him for a walk by the train tracks, listening to the noisy whistles, feeling the increasingly cool evening breeze… Leaving him alone at home made me feel guilty. How could I so carelessly squander his kindness? I needed to cherish and reciprocate.

So I told X: I'm afraid he'll think I'm too restless, that I can't stay home. I'm actually very attached to home and care a lot about his feelings…

X said: I understand.

So, I felt very sorry for X, letting him wait a whole day in vain, only to end it with such a silent conclusion. Every choice has its unavoidable aspects.

Before going to sleep, I whispered in his ear: "It feels so good to hold you... I've turned down dates with other people just to be with you, don't you think I'm good to you? I'll keep holding you like this to sleep from now on..."

He hummed in agreement and hugged me back... It's summer now, and it's really not hot anymore. We don't need to turn on the air conditioning; it's just right to hold each other to sleep.

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