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Chapter 124 You said you'd let me touch you
Chapter 125 You said you'd let me touch you
Xia Li is the kind of person who, once she sets her mind on something, becomes stubborn.
She always felt that the ski equipment her parents bought wasn't something she earned with her own hands, so she felt that the money for skiing wasn't enough; she had to earn enough to go skiing on her own.
Song Che didn't object to her thinking this way, as long as Xia Li didn't go astray and get arrested—he needed to give Xia Li the right guidance. Although she didn't bully others, her simple understanding was still rather anti-human.
Xia Li has a good memory and has learned a lot about human society through her phone, but it's all still at the definition stage. When it comes to actually doing it, she's completely lost.
Therefore, there are some things that Xia Li still needs to be taught.
Zhang Shushu roasted sweet potatoes in the kitchen, enough for the whole family, and then started cooking. With the Lunar New Year approaching, Zhang Shushu naturally also started making dumplings.
She chopped the filling on the cutting board and had Song Jianguo roll out the dumpling wrappers.
Tao Xiang seemed to want to help, but she was too short to reach the cutting board. Song Che was also stopped when he went in to help, but he didn't insist and took Xia Li for a walk in the village.
It's called a village, but it's not actually in a village; it's a grove of trees and some fields outside the village.
The environment in my hometown is quite good. As far as the eye can see, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the view is wide open. Looking into the city, you can see bright lights, the small lights like the flames of candles. Under your feet is solid earth, and everywhere you smell the soil and grass, without the greasy smell of cooking oil.
There was no wind tonight, so it didn't feel very cold.
As the Lunar New Year approaches, the weather has surprisingly cooled down, and there's not even a sign of snow—it's unlikely to snow in the future.
Song Che and Xia Li sat on a stone slab, looking down at the city below.
Xia Li leaned back, supporting herself with her hands on the ground, and looked up at the stars.
After watching for a while, I straightened up to look at the city.
Xia Li felt that this was very good, peaceful and interesting. The view in front of her was very open, and her mood was also open. The surroundings were very quiet, which made her feel that the world seemed to consist only of the two of them.
Xia Li glanced at Song Che and noticed that he was also admiring the scenery.
She asked herself a question.
Why do I like Song Che?
It wasn't just Song Che who didn't lie to her.
There are other things too.
She realized that she seemed to have had feelings for someone for a long time, but she didn't know it.
She remembered what Song Che had done, and many things he had done in Hit.
She also remembered what she had done.
She didn't know what it was called, only that these things had led to her current liking for it.
Before each battle, she would ask Song Che for his thoughts and tactics. If Song Che didn't say anything, she would feel uneasy.
After each battle, she was exhausted and craved Song Che's cooking. She would feel bad if she didn't get to eat it—of course, there was never a situation where she couldn't get any.
every time----
No, that's not it.
Xia Li now knew what these things were.
These are merely dependencies.
She depends on him.
But it's not just about liking these things.
Song Che felt that the scenery in front of him was beautiful.
The air in my mouth is cool and refreshing; breathing it in is invigorating.
The silver-haired girl sitting next to her was equally pleasing to the eye.
But Song Che only moved a little closer to her.
He leaned his shoulder against hers.
He could feel Xia Li truly being by his side.
I don't know if the scenery is truly beautiful, or if beautiful scenery evokes memories.
Song Che was thinking about something.
Xia Li in the past and Xia Li now.
Xia Li looks like she's changed a lot, but her essence hasn't changed at all.
Her aloofness and strength in Hitler were out of necessity; she was actually just a naive young girl.
Song Che knew everything about her.
Xia Li is just like a child, very mischievous.
Back then, we bullied him every day.
Of course, this only applies when it's just the two of them.
When there are outsiders around, she puts on a cold and aloof act.
She seems very mature.
Actually, she's just an egg!
Song Che laughed as he thought about it.
Xia Li is still a bit of a fool now, just like before—but not as unruly or unreasonable as she used to be.
"You've changed." A voice suddenly rang in Song Che's ear.
"Um?
"You're different now."
"Compared to when you were with Hitler?"
"No, it's something from a while ago." Xia Li moved her shoulder away, not letting Song Che lean on her. "You treat me like you treat a child in Hitler. Do you think I'm a child?"
"Huh?" Song Che didn't understand. "What did I do?"
"You're too serious right now, I'm not used to it." Xia Li hugged her teddy bear. "Do you think there's something wrong with me?"
No, you're fine.
"That's what you call a 'friend card'."
"You know that?"
"I know a lot more than that." Xia Li took off her shoes, revealing her feet. "You humans call these jade feet, and perverts like them."
"Put your shoes on first."
"No." Xia Li stretched out her hand. "Some of you humans like hands, you're hand fetishists; some like legs, you're leg fetishists; some are perverted lolicon, sister fetishists, and some like—"
Xia Li hugged her chest and didn't say anything.
Song Che looked completely bewildered. "So—why do you say I've changed?"
"What kind of fetish do you have?"
"That's a very direct question," Song Che still couldn't follow Xia Li's train of thought. "This has nothing to do with whether I've changed or not—do you think I don't like you anymore?"
"What kind of fetish do you have?" Xia Li asked again.
"I—I don't think I know."
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"Ouch!" Song Che rubbed his forehead. "I'm in control—I'm in control of everything, okay?"
He had barely finished speaking when he got another blow to the forehead.
He wanted to cry but had no tears.
Xia Li, that little thing, has been so unpredictable lately.
What the hell did you do now?!
Xia Li looked at him, "You control everything, so why have you been so serious lately?"
"Is it wrong for me to be serious?"
"Yes!" Xia Li put on her shoes. "You're acting strangely."
"What's strange about me? You're the strange one."
Song Che was still rubbing his forehead when this little thing hit him hard—ouch!
"You used to always want to touch my hand, always want to touch my leg, but now you don't want anything. You've changed." Xia Li never minced words; she went straight for the point, hitting Song Che right in the face.
"So—you mean—"
"I didn't say anything!" Xia Li withdrew her basic attack and switched to a small skill to kite. "Have you changed your mind? But I just learned about emotions and haven't had time to feel them yet."
You're overdoing it, hey!
"Xia Li, it's not that if someone wants to touch you, it means they like you. The reverse is also true: they like you, so they want to touch you. But be careful—this is just thinking, not doing."
"Then why can't we do it?"
"Because—" Song Che blinked, "because you don't understand yet."
"You're treating me like a child again." Xia Li said, then suddenly paused for a moment.
Song Che had said this to her a long time ago.
During Hitler's time.
He always said—because you don't understand yet, you're still a child.
At that time, the witch teacher died, and she bore the pressure alone. She had to grow up to be an adult like her teacher immediately—that's what everyone thought.
But only—
Song Che was the only exception.
Only Song Che still treats her like a child.
Only Song Che didn't urge her to grow up quickly, to become sensible, or to become an independent witch.
—This is it!
Yes, that's it.
Xia Li suddenly understood; it was from this moment that she began to notice Song Che.
Song Che is different from everyone else!
Among the masses, in the vast sea of people, Song Che stands out from the crowd.
He seemed so contradictory, yet so reasonable.
Song Che didn't think as much as Xia Li did; he was still struggling with how to explain this to Xia Li.
Xia Li spoke up, "I understand."
"What do you know?"
"You don't understand."
"Um?"
You've even learned to put pressure on me!
Song Che wants to have a serious talk with Xia Li to see who really doesn't understand.
Xia Li continued, "How long are you going to keep agonizing over this? Do you even know who you are now?"
"Your boyfriend?"
"Yes, so what's your purpose in becoming my boyfriend?"
Will you regret having your boyfriend for two years, or regret not having him for a lifetime?
Just kidding, Xia Li is just making a joke.
Song Che spoke, "I want to touch you now, but I feel I shouldn't—"
He grinned mischievously. "You want me to touch you?"
"I didn't say that."
"But that's what you mean." Song Che pretended to get closer to Xia Li and extended his hand. "Admit it, Your Highness, your true nature is that of a little pervert."
"I'm not, you—you don't, you—" Xia Li stammered for a long time, but finally stopped talking.
Song Che's outstretched hand gradually stopped.
Because my fingers were about to touch something I shouldn't have.
Logically, at this point, Xia Li would have given him a slap on the head and then remained silent, but now she suddenly stopped moving—he was caught in a dilemma.
The leaves began to rustle.
"Ouch!"
"sorry."
Under the moonlight, Xia Li's lips were pursed into a thin line, and her ears were completely red. She had just tapped Song Che.
Why are you hitting me?!
"Who, who told you to put it there—and then you pinched it several more times!"
"That's not what you meant?"
"I----"
Song Che was hit again.
But it's not a loss.
Putting everything else aside, Xia Li's measurements are definitely not lying.
That is indeed the number.
Moonlight filtered through the branches of the old tree, falling onto the window. Song Che lay on his bed in his old home, staring at the ceiling.
A slight noise came from the next room; it was Xia Li turning over.
Zhang Shushu cleaned up the west room for Xia Li to live in, while Song Che stayed in the room he used to live in when he was a child. The two rooms were separated by a wall with a window covered with newspaper, letting in light but not letting it see through.
Song Che stared at the ceiling, his mind filled with what had just happened on the stone slab.
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Those few times.
He raised his right hand and looked at it in the moonlight.
The fingers were long and slender, quite beautiful. But looking at that hand now, he felt it had done something shameful.
I pinched it several times.
Xia Li said it.
He did indeed pinch it.
It wasn't intentional, okay? It was intentional, but I didn't mean to pinch so many times.
It's just that the feel was too good, and I couldn't stop.
Song Che buried his face in the pillow.
The pillow smelled of sunshine and camphor wood; it had been aired and stored away by Zhang Shushu. He buried his face in it, feeling suffocated, and then turned over.
There was another sound from next door, like something had fallen to the ground.
Song Che pricked up his ears.
After a while, there was silence again.
He stared at the window covered with newspaper. The newspaper was from last year, and he could vaguely make out a few words in the headline: So-and-so emphasized — the rest was illegible.
What is Xia Li doing?
He recalled that when they parted just now, Xia Li had her head down, her ears were bright red, and she went into the house without saying a word.
He was about to say something, but before he could, she closed the door.
Song Che turned over, lying on his side, and continued to stare at the window.
It was dark behind the newspaper; you couldn't see anything.
But he always felt that Xia Li was over there too, lying there, also unable to sleep, staring at the window.
He recalled what Xia Li had said when they were on the stone slab.
"Have you changed your mind?"
"You're too serious right now, I'm not used to it."
"You used to always want to touch my hand, always want to touch my leg, but now you don't want anything."
Song Che gave a wry smile.
It's not that he doesn't want to; it's that he doesn't dare.
He didn't know what happened a hundred years ago, but he knew about what happened recently. He knew that Xia Li had come to find him, that she was the one who had dug a pit in the snow for a hundred years.
He fears.
I'm afraid it's just a passing fancy, afraid she'll find the world is better, the people are better, everything is better, and then she won't need him anymore. I'm afraid that as she learns more and more, she'll become more and more like the people of this world, and then she'll find that he's actually nothing special.
So he wanted to be good to her.
Good in a good way, not that kind of good.
But after what she said today, he suddenly realized that perhaps what she wanted wasn't that kind of "goodness".
What she wanted was the original him.
He was the one who wanted to touch her hand, wanted to touch her leg, but refrained from doing so.
The man who bickered with her, teased her, and acted without any respect for her elders.
He treated her like a child, but also like a woman.
Song Che stared at the ceiling and suddenly smiled.
Fool.
They're all idiots.
Another sound came from next door, clearer than before, like the bed creaking.
Song Che sat up.
He hesitated for a moment, then lay down again.
It's too late, let's talk about it tomorrow.
He closed his eyes.
But I can't sleep.
My mind is filled with Xia Li.
Xia Li squatted on the ground drawing little figures, and Xia Li held a sweet potato while watching him eat. Xia Li said, "You've changed."
Xia Li's ears turned bright red.
And the feel of it.
Song Che buried his face in the pillow again.
next door.
Xia Li lay on the bed in the east room, staring out the window.
Zhang Shushu had told her about it. The bed was old, the quilt was new, and the pillow was made of buckwheat hulls, with a faint smell of grain.
She couldn't sleep.
The moment I closed my eyes, I saw what had just happened.
Song Che's hand.
Put it there.
I pinched it several times.
Xia Li pulled the blanket up to cover half of her face.
Her ears started burning again. From the tips of her ears to her earlobes, and then to the base of her ears, they were as hot as freshly baked sweet potatoes.
She didn't know why she was like this.
She was the one who asked first.
She was the one who said he had changed, that he wasn't the same as before.
Back when he was in Hitler, he never spoke, but he always stood beside her. He stood beside her when she was grinding medicine, he stood beside her when she was reading, guarding the door, leaning against the wall, waiting for her to call him.
One time, she saw Song Che standing asleep at the door.
She didn't understand back then.
I don't understand why he's standing, why he's not sleeping, or why he's still holding a knife.
Later she understood.
He was watching over her.
There were many things she didn't understand back then.
She didn't understand why he always cooked after she finished fighting, and she didn't understand why he would come over every time she called him, but would just stand there if she didn't call him.
She thought that was how it should be.