Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 252 Wutong Dance

At seven o'clock in the evening, Song Huan stood in front of the mirror in her dormitory and changed her clothes again and again.

A white T-shirt is too plain.

Change to a black one; it's too dark.

Change to a striped one; it's too busy.

Li Yang leaned down from the top bunk, watching him fidget on the floor, and couldn't help but ask, "When are you finally going to change?"

Zhang Li stood up from the chair, walked up to him, and looked him up and down. "You should wear that white one, it's clean."

Wang Gang also chimed in, "Match those dark pants, and polish your shoes too."

Song Huan changed into a white T-shirt, put on dark pants, polished her shoes twice, and stood in front of the mirror.

Three people surrounded him, looking at him as if they were judging some kind of beauty pageant.

Li Yang shook his head. "My hair is no good, it's too flat."

Zhang Li nodded, "Yes, let's get a haircut. Old Chen next door has a hair straightener, I'll go borrow it."

Wang Gang rummaged through drawers and cabinets and found a bottle of hairspray.

"Use mine."

Old Chen from next door borrowed his splints, and the three of them surrounded him, putting the splints on and off repeatedly, going through a lot of trouble.

Press down the parts of the hair that stick up, and pad up the parts that sag.

Finally, spray on hairspray to set the style.

Li Yang took a step back, looked at Song Huan in the mirror, and nodded with satisfaction. "Hmm, not bad. Song Huan, you're the first one in our dorm to have a chance to date. We can't let the dorm down."

Zhang Li patted him on the shoulder and said, "Keep it up."

Wang Gang pushed up his glasses. "Be proactive, don't be a coward."

Song Huan looked at his handsome self in the mirror and nodded.

He took a deep breath and walked out of the dormitory.

Looking back, he saw three people leaning out of the door, winking at him and mouthing, "Take the initiative to hold hands, take the initiative to hold hands."

Song Huan's heart pounded.

He arrived at the alley on time; the streetlights were still on, casting a dim yellow light on the ground.

He stood at the alley entrance, waiting.

Then he saw someone.

I don't know if it's because it's been a few weeks since I last saw her, but Lin Yue seems to have become even more beautiful.

She was so beautiful that he didn't even dare to look at her.

She was wearing a white dress that reached her knees, with a very slim waist and a lace trim around the neckline.

Her hair was down, draped over her shoulders, with the ends slightly curled.

She wore light makeup, her eyebrows were shaped, her eyelashes were curled, and her lips were painted a light pink.

Standing under the streetlight, he looked like someone who had stepped out of a painting.

Song Huan blushed, lowered her head, and dared not look at her.

Lin Yue walked up to him, deliberately twirled in front of him, her skirt billowing up and then falling back down.

She asked playfully, "Does it look good?"

Song Huan blushed upon seeing this, immediately turned her head away, and stammered.

"So...beautiful."

Lin Yue deliberately leaned forward angrily, "You haven't even looked yet."

She was startled when she got closer.

"Your nose is bleeding!"

Song Huan was taken aback and wiped her nose with the back of her hand.

The back of my hand was covered in blood.

He froze. Lin Yue hurriedly pulled out a tissue from her bag, took one out, and covered his nose with it.

"Look up, look up." Song Huan looked up, and the tissue was quickly soaked with blood. She then replaced it with another one.

As she wiped herself, she couldn't help but laugh, "Am I that pretty? So pretty that you'd get a nosebleed."

Song Huan blushed and dared not speak, wishing she could dig a hole and bury herself.

Damn it, this is so embarrassing!

The streetlights illuminated two people, one looking up and the other standing on tiptoe, exchanging tissues back and forth between them.

The wind blew in from the alley entrance, blowing her hair onto her face.

She didn't touch it, but focused on wiping away the blood, her movements very gentle.

……

The sycamore-lined avenue is indeed very beautiful.

The plane trees on both sides of the road are very tall, with intertwined branches and leaves forming an arched corridor overhead.

The streetlights were on, their dim yellow light filtering through the leaves, casting patches of light and shadow on the ground.

Many young couples strolled hand in hand, some whispering sweet nothings to each other, and others stopping to take photos.

Song Huan and Lin Yue walked side by side, their shadows trailing on the ground, close together but separated by a fist's distance.

Song Huan's mind kept replaying the words her roommate had said before she left.

Take the initiative to hold hands.

He took his hand out of his pocket and let it hang at his side.

He moved closer to her, then shrank back.

It was lifted up, then put down again.

Put it down, then pick it up again.

His palms were sweaty.

In a moment of panic, he simply shoved it back into his pocket.

Forget it...

He sighed.

"Didn't I tell you? It's bad to keep your hands in your pockets, it'll make you hunch over!"

Lin Yue's voice came from the side.

Then, she reached out and took his hand.

Her hands were small, soft, and cool.

Song Huan froze completely.

He felt like he was dreaming.

A sycamore leaf fell from the tree, swirling between the two people before landing on the ground.

Lin Yue held his hand and walked ahead at a moderate pace, complaining, "You asked me out, but you didn't say or do anything. I have to do everything myself."

She stopped, turned around, looked at him, and let go of his hand. "So, were you the one who pursued me, or was I the one who pursued you?"

Song Huan scratched his head. "I don't dare..."

"What a coward." She glared at him, then extended her hand, palm up, and said boldly, "Come on, I'll give you a chance to hold my hand."

Song Huan hesitated for a moment, then hesitated again.

She glared at him, and only then did he reach out and grasp her hand.

Her hands were still so small, so soft, and cool.

He tightened his grip slightly, but she didn't pull back.

The two walked side by side, hand in hand, just like any other young couple.

The sycamore leaves fell one by one, rustling as they were stepped on.

Lin Yue hummed a song happily; it sounded very nice.

Song Huan gradually calmed down. Her heart was still beating fast, but no longer in a nervous way.

He looked at her profile; the light from the streetlamp fell on her face, casting a small shadow on her eyelashes.

She felt him looking at her, turned her head, and said, "What are you looking at? Watch where you're going."

Song Huan smiled, looked away, and gazed at the road ahead.

The road is long, and at the end of the sycamore trees lies a pitch-black night.

He held her hand as they walked down that road, never letting go.

……

The two walked hand in hand for a while, with Lin Yue constantly chattering away.

She talked about her makeup today, said she had just bought this dress a few days ago, and asked when the leaves on the sycamore avenue would turn yellow.

Song Huan listened from the side, occasionally humming in agreement or nodding.

Lin Yue finally couldn't hold back any longer, stopped, and turned around to look at him.

"Can't you just say a few words to me?"

Song Huan opened her mouth, wanting to say that being able to hold her hand and walk slowly together was already a very happy thing.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back.

He thought for a moment, then cautiously asked, "Why haven't you been smoking lately?"

Lin Yue was stunned for a moment.

Why are you asking that?

"Because when I first met you, you were smoking, but you stopped after that."

Lin Yue thought for a moment, "Because you said I'm a good girl."

"What does it matter?"

"Good girls shouldn't smoke, right?" she said uncertainly, as if confirming with herself. "Oh well, I won't smoke then, anyway, I don't like smoking."

Song Huan asked curiously, "Then why did you smoke before?"

Lin Yue looked up and gazed at the moon through the sycamore leaves.

The moon was crescent-shaped and thin, hanging on the treetops.

"Because I once swore that I would quit smoking when I felt happy."

She turned around, looked at Song Huan, and said solemnly, "So, after meeting you, I quit smoking."

Song Huan was stunned.

He stared blankly at Lin Yue, hoping to see a hint of a joke on her face.

She didn't; she was serious.

His heart suddenly started beating very fast, even faster than when they were holding hands.

He wanted to say something, opened his mouth slightly, but no sound came out.

Lin Yue took his hand again and walked forward. "I really want to take a slow walk with you on a night like this. I'll probably complain to you a lot about how tired I am. Then, when we sit down to rest by the roadside, I'll feel so happy when the wind blows, and even the air feels so wonderful..."

Her voice was very soft, as if she were talking about something very small.

As Song Huan listened, she suddenly realized that her heart was so pure, so simple, and so beautiful.

He mustered his courage and took the initiative to speak to her.

Where is your hometown?

"Jingnan".

"No wonder you like spicy food so much."

"Yes, we love spicy food where I'm from."

Did you attend elementary, middle, and high school in Jingnan?

"Yes, I attended junior high school in Jiangcheng, Guangdong Province for a period of time."

"Really? I'm from Jiangcheng."

"What? You're from Jiangcheng? I went to Yucai No.1 Middle School back then, what about you?"

"Okay, then you're a top student, while I went to a regular junior high school."

The two talked for a long time.

She said she grew up in the countryside, where she caught fish, climbed trees, and stole oranges from other people's homes.

He said he had stolen things when he was a child, got caught, and was scolded.

She laughed, a loud laugh.

He smiled too.

Song Huan suddenly asked, "What are your dreams?"

Lin Yue paused in her steps.

A sycamore leaf fell from the tree and floated in front of her. She reached out and caught it, then let go, and the leaf continued to drift down.

"I want to be a star, a big star."

When she said this, her eyes shone brightly, as if they were filled with stars.

Song Huan looked at her and nodded, "You're so pretty, you'll definitely be a star someday."

Lin Yue was delighted, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons. "Would you like to be my first fan?"

Song Huan nodded without hesitation, "I'm willing."

Lin Yue laughed heartily and burst out laughing.

"Congratulations on becoming my first fan! Well then, this star will dance for you."

Song Huan was surprised, "You can dance?"

"Of course, I studied acting."

She winked at him, her eyes sparkling like stars in the sky. "But I've never skipped this for anyone else before, you're the first."

She released his hand, took two steps back, and stood under the sycamore tree.

The light from the streetlights filtered through the leaves, falling on her in patches of light and shadow.

She lifted her skirt and twirled around.

The hem of her skirt billowed up like a flower.

Then she started dancing.

There was no music, only the sound of the wind and the rustling of falling sycamore leaves.

Her movements were slow and gentle, as if she were afraid of disturbing something.

He raised his arm, his fingertips tracing the air as if touching something unseen.

Leaning back slightly, her hair fell down, brushing against her shoulders.

She spun around, once, twice, three times.

The skirt rippled in the night.

The moonlight shone on her, making her whole body glow.

She danced gracefully under the sycamore tree, like a butterfly.

Song Huan stood to the side, watching.

He had never seen such a beautiful scene before.

A gust of wind blew, and the sycamore leaves fell one after another, drifting around her, landing on her shoulders, and on her hair.

She didn't stop; she kept jumping.

Her eyes were fixed on him, her lips curved into a smile, revealing shallow dimples.

She finished dancing, stopped, slightly out of breath, her face flushed.

She looked at him.

"Is it pretty?"

Song Huan nodded. "It looks good."

She smiled, walked over, and took his hand. "Let's go."

The two continued walking forward.

The sycamore-lined avenue is very long, seemingly without end.