The Beggar Lover Who Is Infatuated With The President
9 His back is warm, I want to walk forever

Cheng Yuji

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Winter passed and spring came. Swallows went, peach blossoms bloomed, and snow fell quietly and melted again. The four seasons were changing. They had grown up. She was no longer the eight-year-old her, and he was no longer the thirteen-year-old him. After five years together, they had become an indispensable part of each other's lives.

"Xia Kezhi, stop!" The rude and willful Han Xiaoya had become even more beautiful. Her long hair was let loose, and she looked pure and cute after losing her childish look. The only thing that hadn't changed was her arrogance. He ordered Xia Kezhi, who was walking in front, in a very unfriendly manner.

Thirsty turned his head back. He was very calm, without any emotional fluctuations. The little girl in the abandoned building had lost her helplessness and fear. What replaced it was a cold calmness and a beautiful but unapproachable face. She looked at Han Xiaoya, not wanting to explain anything. She didn't say a word.

"Why are you always fighting with me? It's been five years, and I've always been compared to you in everything.”Han Xiaoya's voice was very loud. Unlike her usual weak and obedient self, perhaps she was the most real in front of Ke Zhi." Did I owe you something in my previous life? You're my nightmare."”Han Xiaoya tugged at Thirsty's clothes, causing the book in her hand to fall to the ground.

Thirsty still didn't say anything. She had always chosen to give in to Han Xiaoya. She squatted down and picked up the books one by one. Then, she stood up."I never thought of fighting with you. I just did what I thought was right.”After saying that, Thirsty walked forward without looking back, ignoring Han Xiaoya's pestering.

"Don't act so high and mighty. Others might be deceived by you, but I won't. You're a thief and a beggar deep down. No matter how you pretend, you can't change your nature.”Han Xiaoya's beautiful face was twisted with anger, and her usually clear eyes were now bloodshot.

Han Xiaoya's vicious and mean words echoed in Xia Kezhi's ears. His feet seemed to be dragged by something, and he couldn't lift them no matter what.

"Then what about your essence? Princess? Indeed, no matter how he pretended, he could not change his nature.”Xia Kezhi said faintly, his words so calm that no joy could be discerned.

" You…" Han Xiaoya was furious. There was a fire burning in her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe normally. She could only glare at Xia Kezhi. If looks could kill, Xia Kezhi would have-

I won't give up on the art competition." After saying this, Xia Kezhi ignored Han Xiaoya and strode away.

"You won't have the chance to beat me. Just you wait.”

Han Xiaoya didn't leave immediately. She watched as her thirst disappeared. She told herself that she wouldn't give up just like that. She wouldn't let that girl have it easy. This time, she was the only winner. No matter what method she used, she had to win against the person she hated for so long. She is the princess, what right does she have to win against me?

There was only one person in the huge dance hall. She wanted to practice a little more. If she wanted to do her best, she had to work harder than others. She didn't understand why she was participating in the art competition. She wasn't outstanding, nor did she like it, let alone bring glory to the group. Was it really as Han Xiaoya said? She wanted to fight and win. Actually, she just didn't like Han Xiaoya's sense of superiority. Her yoga performance and Han Xiaoya's dance were both shortlisted. It was another competition between them. It seemed that they would never be able to coexist peacefully.

Thirsty wasn't very good at it. He didn't have many techniques and only practiced hard. So, like usual, she waited for everyone to go back and practiced alone. She looked at herself spinning in the mirror and wondered if she was still thirsty. Who would believe that she was once a beggar?

" Bang…" Thirsty fell heavily to the ground, and a piercing pain came from her feet. She sat on the ground, frowning in pain. The blood that seeped out of the soles of her feet had already turned red. A piece of sharp glass stained with blood on the floor glistened. She took off the stockings on her other foot and clenched her teeth to tie up the wound. The sweat on her forehead rolled down her cheeks. She was so thirsty that she tried to stand up from the ground, but she fell back hard. She endured the pain and repeated it over and over again. Sweat dripped onto the floor and melted into the blood.

This was definitely not a coincidence. Han Xiaoya's words flashed through her mind. Indeed, she had lost this time. Could she only admit it? She was unwilling, but what could she do? He could only endure the pain and stand up again, pretending that nothing had happened. It had been five years. Had he not played enough of this game?

It was completely dark, the school was empty, and the path filled with parasol trees was empty. The season when the parasol flowers fell was so quiet. She was so thirsty that she endured the pain as she walked in the cold night. The parasol flowers fell and slid across her shoulders. Under the street lamp, her tearful eyes were especially bright, but her tears still did not flow. She gritted her teeth and let the swirling tears dry. She stepped carefully, not daring to be too heavy, and her pace was very slow.

On the long path, under the dim light, the shadow of the thirsty man stretched out. She looked up and saw the moon. It was late, and he should be worried. He was so thirsty that he ignored the pain and quickened his pace. At some point, his white sneakers were dyed red. However, this path seemed to have become longer. After walking for a long time, he still could not see the end.

There was no one at the bus stop. She was so thirsty that she looked at her watch. It was still too late. The bus had already passed. She looked ahead. It was very dark and she could not see the end. She was so thirsty that she tried not to think or look. She just walked forward. The pain intensified, but she did not stop. When she passed by the public phone booth, she stopped. After thinking for a while, she walked forward and picked up the phone. However, she stopped and hesitated for a moment before putting it down again. She could not rely on him too much. If she had to leave one day, how would she live?

Was it because the road was too long, or was it because he was too thirsty and tired? It felt like a century had passed.

"Your feet are bleeding." In the quiet street corner, the young man's voice sounded particularly loud.

Thirsty turned around. The young man looked very good under the light. Unlike Han Yi's good looks, he was very friendly and did not burden people. His black bicycle stopped on the left side of Thirsty. He looked at Thirsty's feet with a puzzled expression.

She was so thirsty that she suddenly had a feeling of wanting to grab him. She did not know why. Perhaps it was because she was helpless, or perhaps it was because he kept her safe. However, his thirsty rationality told him not to show his weak side easily except in front of Han Ge. So thirsty that he turned around and continued walking without looking back.

The young man looked at her stubborn back and had a strange feeling. He wanted to help her. Although he didn't know what she was afraid of or what she was distancing herself from, he could tell that her story must be sad.

"Wait a minute." He got on his bicycle and rode over to where Ke Zhi was." Let me send you to the hospital!"”

He didn't stop even though he was thirsty and kept walking forward. The young man did not give up. He slowed down and followed the thirsty route.

"It's already very late. I'll send you back.”The young man was very sincere. He was so thirsty that he stopped in his tracks, thinking about something. Thirsty looked at his watch again. It was already very late, and his feet hurt so much that he lost his intuition. She knew that at her current speed, she wouldn't be able to walk back tomorrow morning.

Thirsty pointed to the front and sat on the back seat of the bicycle. She was referring to the direction she was heading back to. He understood, but for some reason, he was so thirsty that he didn't need to say much. The youth also understood.

She was so thirsty that she sat in the backseat. Her hands naturally raised and stopped in mid-air. She did not dare to grab his clothes and instead held onto the seat.

"It's so late. Is there no one to pick you up?”After he finished asking, there was silence because Thirsty did not answer his question. He only looked at the retreating street lamp.

"Your leg seems to be very serious." The young man continued. He was too curious about this girl. He wanted to understand her, but he was too thirsty to be understood. Her world was too small. There was only Han Ge and herself, so she remained silent and did not answer his question. He did not ask anything else either. He just kept quiet along the way.

He rode very fast, but very steadily. The bicycle was parked outside the villa area, but it did not go in because it was too thirsty to point in the right direction.

She was so thirsty that she got out of the car. She nodded at the young man and turned around. She kept walking inside at a very slow speed. It could be seen that she was walking very hard. It should be very painful! What a stubborn girl.

" Wait, my name is Wu Muqing, you…" Wu Muqing stopped Thirsty. He wanted her to remember him. He was looking forward to the next time they met, even though the chances were slim.

The thirst stopped, but he did not turn around immediately. She was hesitating, and he was waiting for her answer.

"Thank you." Thirsty still didn't turn back, leaving only two words and a lonely back.

The young man appeared just like that. His bicycle carried the injured Thirsty and passed by some scenery. Just a passerby? He left his name because he didn't want to be strangers again, but she only thanked him and left him behind because Han Ge was enough for her world.

Wu Muqing looked at her back that was getting more and more blurry from thirst until it disappeared. Why did her back look so sad? It was as if there was a haze in her world that she could not walk out of. At this station, they met again. When would they meet again, and in what way?

Some things and some people had already been arranged. Encounters would always happen, and the next time would be another twist.

It was a very short distance, but she was so thirsty that she walked for a long time. She couldn't put her right foot on the ground, so she walked and stopped. Under the streetlight, she looked at her own figure and…another shadow. She wiped her eyes tiredly. Did she see wrongly? He was here? Thirsty raised his head and Han Ge looked at him with a pale face. She knew that he was very worried.

Han Yi walked to Thirsty's side and slowly squatted down. He looked at Thirsty's shoes that were dyed red and then slowly unbuttoned them. He carefully took off her sneakers, afraid that he would hurt her. Thirsty was really painful, but she only frowned slightly and wiped the sweat off her forehead with her sleeve. She didn't want Han Ge to see that she was slightly ill.

"Does it hurt?" Han Ge tried his best to keep his movements light, even suppressing his voice.

"It doesn't hurt." Xia Kezhi gritted her teeth and shook her head gently. She was in so much pain that she couldn't move. She just didn't want him to worry.

"It must be very painful." Han Ge said to himself. His expression changed slightly, and his brows faintly furrowed. There was something called heartache gradually occupying his eyes.

"Yes, it hurts." Xia Kezhi no longer hid anything. In front of him, she could never pretend. Han Yi could always understand her worries, her concerns, all her pain and worries. Was it because he understood her? It was probably because he was very close to her heart, so close that she did not need words to understand.

Han Ge stood up, raised his hand, and then stopped in mid-air, probably thinking about something. Looking at her pale face from the pain, Han Ge didn't hesitate anymore. He held her thirsty shoulder and tried his best to support her.

"Can you still walk?" Thirsty raised her head and looked at Han Ge. Was it because of his gentleness, his worry, or the strength he gave her? Thirsty didn't feel so painful anymore. When did Han Ge become so thirsty that even if she stood on tiptoe, she could not touch his forehead. The height difference between an 18-year-old and a 13-year-old was so great.

"Sure." Thirsty replied affirmatively while enduring the pain. However, he had only taken one step forward when his right foot lost its balance. He was so thirsty that he tried again…Han Ge did not think too much and squatted down.

"Come up." Thirsty hesitated for a while, but still slowly lay on Han Ge's back. Her thirsty head leaned on Han Ge's shoulder. It turned out that a boy's shoulders were so wide. He really wanted to continue like this for the rest of his life and never stop. She listened to his irregular heartbeat. The shower gel on his body had a faint smell. It was very fragrant and smelled good. Most importantly, they used the same shower gel. They were like a family. She was so thirsty that she turned her face to the side, her heart beating uneasily, afraid that Han Ge would see her slightly red face.

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