Wei Yun has always been resolute.
What he says, there is no retracting, and his decisions are absolutely irreversible.
Even as Xie Tao clung to his waist, unwilling to let go, even fake crying in his arms, Wei Yun felt unwavering, without a hint of hesitation.
In matters concerning her studies, he was as serious as an old gentleman.
How could he possibly ghostwrite for her?
Absolutely impossible.
Outside the window, the rain gradually subsided, and the dim sky gradually brightened, casting scattered and layered beams of light through the window mullions.
Thin wisps of smoke curled and dispersed from the intricately carved cracks in the incense burner on the desk.
The room was quiet and silent.
Wei Yun sat at the desk, his cold, jade-like face appearing somewhat strange at this moment, with a hint of undisguised restlessness even between his eyebrows.
In his distinctly articulated fingers, he held a black ballpoint pen. As he looked at the composition book opened before him, he pursed his thin lips, his entire posture seeming somewhat rigid.
Wei Yun couldn’t understand why, the moment before, he had been so resolute in telling her to “dream on,” but now he was sitting at the desk ghostwriting for her.
His brow furrowed.
Clearly, even he was not sure why he was betraying his own principles.
Xie Tao sat at the round table writing a math paper. After a while, she turned to look at Wei Yun several times, unable to resist dropping her pen and running to his side to see.
Because earlier, when she was doing homework on his side, she had let him use her pen too.
He seemed naturally quick at learning anything; transitioning from using a soft pen to a ballpoint pen wasn’t difficult for him.
A full page had been written in the composition book,
The handwriting on it was all imitated from her previous pages.
At first glance, apart from being neater than hers, there was hardly any difference.
“Wei Yun, don’t write too excellently…” Xie Tao couldn’t help but remind him, still somewhat worried.
She was very aware of her own level of composition.
Because the transfer hasn’t been sorted out yet, she can’t escape from these winter vacation assignments.
Wei Yun chuckled when he heard this, looking at her, “I’m willing to help you with your homework, that’s already my limit. Do you have other demands?”
Xie Tao quickly covered her mouth.
Through her palm, Wei Yun heard her muffled voice, “I won’t say anything…”
Xie Tao turned and sat down at the table, picking up her pen to continue working on her math paper.
In just half an hour, Wei Yun threw away the pen in his hand, leaned back in his chair, and leisurely took a sip of tea from the cup.
Xie Tao heard the sound and turned to look, seeing Wei Yun’s relaxed demeanor.
She stood up and walked over to him, somewhat incredulously flipping through her composition book.
“You’ve finished writing already??” She widened her eyes.
Three compositions, finished in an hour??
Who is this godlike person?!
“Yeah,” Wei Yun responded lightly.
“Wei Yun, you’re too amazing!”
Xie Tao couldn’t help but admire, then started to read the compositions he had written.
Although some parts still carried the aura of classical language, perhaps because during this period, he had read many of the straightforward books she had brought him, he had somewhat gotten used to her world’s clear and understandable writing style.
For him, writing in this way wasn’t difficult at all.
Xie Tao realized that the composition he wrote in an hour was many times better than the one she struggled to write in a day.
She felt that each of his compositions could easily be included in the “Collection of Perfect Compositions,” while hers seemed more suitable for the “Collection of Zero-point Compositions for College Entrance Exams.”
Speaking of which, they were both examples, weren’t they?
“Just this once, don’t make it a habit.”
Wei Yun put down his tea cup, reached out and pinched her cheek, speaking seriously.
Xie Tao nodded, tossing her composition book onto the desk, then hugged his waist. “I forgot about it… I’ll definitely write it myself in the future, I promise!”
As she spoke, she pulled out a piece of crumbly heart-shaped candy from her pocket.
Unwrapping the outer packaging, she reached out to feed it to his lips. “Want some?”
Wei Yun slightly lowered his head, gently biting into the piece of crumbly heart-shaped candy.
The sweet and fragrant taste bloomed on his tongue. Wei Yun, who had never been one to indulge in food, surprisingly began to savor and enjoy the taste.
“You find it hard to write because you’ve read too little,” he said calmly, finishing the candy and picking up the tea cup beside him to take a sip. “Read more, and your writing will naturally become smoother.”
“I understand, I need to read more…” Xie Tao nestled into his embrace, sitting on his lap. “I’ll buy a few literary classics to read when I get back, to broaden my knowledge.”
“But the books here, except for ‘Unpolished Jade,’ I can’t get through anything else…” she murmured softly.
Speaking of “Unpolished Jade,” Xie Tao quickly asked him, “Has the author of ‘Unpolished Jade’ released a new book yet?”
It was like following an online update, she was quite curious about this mysterious author.
Wei Yun stiffened as she snuggled into his embrace, and upon hearing her question, he answered somewhat absentmindedly, “Not yet.”
Even he seemed somewhat uncomfortable, casually picking up her composition book from the desk and flipping through a couple of pages.
Seeing him peruse her past compositions, Xie Tao immediately moved to snatch the book back, holding it behind her back. “No peeking!”
Wei Yun’s hand, which had just held her composition book, hung in the air for a moment. There seemed to be a hint of amusement in his eyes. Under her nervous and embarrassed gaze, he calmly said, “I’ve already looked through them earlier.”
???
A crack appeared in Xie Tao’s expression.
So, did he see all those comments written by the Chinese teacher with a red pen on her work?
Xie Tao was well aware of her writing skills. She had been mocked by him last time, and now, seeing him flipping through all the compositions she had written throughout the semester, she couldn’t help but blush.
“Don’t just flip through randomly…” Her voice grew quieter.
“I’m not allowed to look?” Wei Yun glanced down at her.
“Well, it’s not that…” She instantly faltered, hanging her head and pressing her forehead against his chest.
After the rain, the sky cleared, and outside the window, the shadows of the dense trees swayed gently in the wind.
The young gentleman sat at the desk, holding a scroll and reading with furrowed brows. Meanwhile, the girl in his arms leaned against his embrace, gazing up at him with her round almond eyes.
Perhaps it was the directness of her gaze that became impossible to ignore. Wei Yun looked at the scroll in his hand, but his mind seemed to linger on the words for a while, unable to focus.
Seemingly annoyed, he tossed the scroll aside and looked down at her, “Why are you staring at me?”
Xie Tao chuckled mischievously, like a clingy little animal, and rubbed her cheek against his garment.
She looked a bit foolish.
Perhaps loving someone was just like this.
No need for words or actions, just quietly gazing at him like this, her heart wrapped in layers of sweetness, unbelievably sweet.
Just looking at him like this made her very happy.
Seeing her foolishly smiling at him without saying anything, Wei Yun softened his expression and couldn’t help but smile faintly.
“You…” Suddenly, he reached out his finger and lightly tapped her forehead, as if he wanted to say something, but it was all dissolved in such a light sigh.
It was helpless.
It was also the uncontrollable joy he felt when facing her.
So in his tone, there was inevitably a hint of indulgence that even he himself couldn’t detect.
Later, Xie Tao obediently sat down at the table to do her homework.
While Wei Yun was reading, he witnessed her struggling with a math problem, even starting to mutter to herself.
Unconsciously, he put down the book and leaned back in his chair, holding a small jade-colored lamp in his hand. His gaze rested on her tousled black hair, and in his slightly lighter-colored eyes, there was a hint of gentle smile.
“Xie Tao,” he suddenly called out to her.
Xie Tao, who was battling with a math test paper, heard Wei Yun’s sudden call amidst her busyness. She instinctively turned her head.
She saw Wei Yun holding a pastry in his hand, waving it towards her. “Come over.”
With hardly any hesitation, Xie Tao threw her pen onto the table and happily ran over to him, promptly biting the pastry between his fingers.
It wasn’t until Wei Yun smiled and gently touched her head that she belatedly realized, something seemed… off??
That day, besides eating, Xie Tao was busy with her assignments.
Even as she gradually became enveloped in golden light, about to disappear from this time and space, she still held a pen in her hand.
She turned to look at the young gentleman sitting behind the desk, pursing her lips. “Wei Yun… goodbye.”
As if reluctant to part, just as she was about to vanish, she quickly ran to him, lowering her body to kiss him as he sat on the chair.
But as she lowered her head, her figure blurred and disappeared in an instant, leaving behind only a thick mist swirling around, brushing against his picturesque brows and eyes, obscuring his expression.
Her presence was just within reach a moment ago, yet it vanished in an instant.
Leaving behind lingering wisps of smoke.
Two days after Xie Tao returned to school, her composition was praised by Liu Meiyu, the class teacher. But before the praise, she was called to Liu Meiyu’s office and questioned whether she had written the composition.
Although Xie Tao felt extremely guilty, she still nodded vigorously.
She lacked in the aspect of lying.
But because the handwriting seemed consistent, Liu Meiyu believed her.
She thought Xie Tao had made great progress.
On the day Xie Tao’s transfer procedures were finally completed, she finally left Tiancheng Private School and went to an ordinary public high school in the southern city.
This made her feel as if she had crossed into another world.
Life gradually returned to normal, as if everything was getting better and better.
But as the golden dust diminished, her chances to see Wei Yun became increasingly precious.
Until now, she hadn’t visited Wei Yun in two whole weeks.
It seemed like everything regressed, suddenly returning to the pattern before she entered his world.
Xie Tao had also asked Old Xie, but as a deity, although he could do many things that ordinary people couldn’t, he was bound by too many rules and regulations, and he couldn’t interfere in matters between dimensions.
The weather is gradually warming, and the spring scenery is becoming more abundant.
On Wei Yun’s birthday, it happened to be a day of relaxation.
As the sound of the rotating star disk reached his ears, he was awakened by the slight movement beside his pillow.
He picked up the copper pendant and saw Xie Tao’s figure in the light curtain.
It was now April, and she was wearing the loose blue and white spring school uniform provided by the school. Her long black hair was still tied in a ponytail, and her oval face was fair and clear.
At this moment, she should be sitting at her small desk.
The sunlight outside shone through the glass window, accentuating her fair and moist complexion, and her black eyes were also tinged with a warm glow.
“Happy birthday, Wei Yun!”
The girl’s voice in the light curtain was soft, and her smile was bright.
Wei Yun was taken aback, and it took him a moment to remember that today was actually his birthday.
“You…”
His Adam’s apple moved slightly. He had intended to ask her how she knew, but then he remembered that on New Year’s Eve, she had asked him while lying in his arms.
