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Su Wanci stood up and continued walking forward.

Chen Mo followed behind her, a tiny, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips.

When we reached the end of the wooden boardwalk.

There is a small pavilion with a sign in front of it.

The sign reads: "Challenge Zone: If you can recite the entire 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River,' you will receive a beautiful gift from the Luoshui Scenic Area."

A staff member was standing next to him.

He held a stack of printed copies of the full text of "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River".

Waiting for the challenger to carry it.

Su Wanci's eyes lit up when she saw the sign.

She turned to look at Chen Mo, her eyes screaming, "Go ahead and do it!"

Chen Mo glanced at her, then shook his head.

Why?

Su Wanci asked.

"You wrote it, and you still can't memorize it?"

"I can recite it from memory."

Chen Mo said.

"But I don't want to."

Why?

"Because reciting it makes me seem like I have nothing better to do."

Su Wanci was speechless, choked by his reason.

The staff member next to him recognized Chen Mo, opened his mouth as if to say, "You must be Chen Mo."

But seeing his "I don't want to talk" face, I swallowed my words back, just smiled and nodded.

Su Wanci sighed, walked to the sign, looked up at it for a few seconds, and then turned and left.

"You didn't even help me carry the gift."

She muttered to herself.

"What kind of gift do you want? Take the original manuscript at my house and make a copy; it's a million times better than their gift."

Su Wanci paused for a moment, then smiled.

"You said it, I'll come to your house to make copies tomorrow."

"Tomorrow won't work, I need to sleep tomorrow."

"The day after tomorrow?"

"The day after tomorrow won't work either, I need to sleep the day after tomorrow."

"When will you be available?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment.

"Let me wake up first."

Su Wanci raised her hand to hit him, but halfway up, she laughed first.

She was laughing when she suddenly stopped.

A breeze blew across the lake, carrying the coolness of the water and the fragrance of lotus blossoms, passing through her hair, through the hem of her skirt, and across the fist-width between the two of them.

She stood on the wooden boardwalk, looking at the lights scattered like millions of pieces on the lake, and suddenly spoke.

"Chen Mo."

"Um."

"Let's go out and have some fun."

"Where to?"

"have no idea."

Su Wanci turned around and looked at him, the reflection of the light shimmering in her eyes.

"Let's take a spontaneous trip, leave tomorrow, without plans, without itineraries, without luggage."

"Just pack a bag, buy a ticket, get on any train, get off at any place you've never been before, and go wherever you want."

"Okay," he said.

No hesitation.

There is only one word.

it is good.

Su Wanci was stunned for a moment.

"You agreed?"

"Um."

"Aren't you going to ask where we're going?"

"I won't ask."

"Aren't you going to ask how long?"

"I won't ask."

"Aren't you going to ask how much it will cost?"

"Are you treating?"

Su Wanci glared at him.

"You're a multi-millionaire now, how dare you ask me to treat you?"

Chen Mo smiled.

"Okay, it's on me. Anywhere is fine, for as long as you want. You decide."

Looking at his calm face, Su Wanci suddenly felt her eyes welling up with tears.

She had known him for eighteen years and had never seen him like this before—not indifferent, but rather as if he meant "whatever makes you happy." He gave her the choice, not because he didn't care, but because he cared about her happiness, not where they went.

"Let me think about it." She lowered her head, twisting the hem of her skirt with her fingers. "Leaving first thing tomorrow morning?"

"OK."

"How many clothes should I bring?"

"You decide."

"Train or high-speed rail?"

"You decide."

Su Wanci raised her head, looked at him, her lips trembling slightly.

"Why do you make me decide everything?"

"Because you were the one who said you wanted to leave."

Chen Mo said.

"I'm just following you."

A night breeze blew across the lake, causing Su Wanci's hair to flutter.

She looked into Chen Mo's eyes.

There was no hesitation in those eyes.

There was no coercion, no compromise of "I'll stay with you".

There was only one kind of quiet, resolute feeling, like "I'll go wherever you go."

She suddenly realized that the most romantic thing in the world wasn't what sweet words he said.

It wasn't that he wrote any beautiful sentences.

Instead, she said, "Let's go out and have some fun," and he said, "Okay."

Don't ask where we're going, how long it will take, or how much it will cost.

There's only one word: Okay.

The two walked back along the wooden boardwalk.

The lights behind me flickered in the night.

Like a glowing river.

Su Wanci walked ahead.

Her steps were as light as a butterfly's.

Chen Mo followed behind, leisurely.

But this time, there was an undisguised smile on his lips.

"Chen Mo."

"Um."

"Where do you suggest we go?"

"You decide."

I want to go to the beach.

"OK."

"I want to see the sunrise."

"OK."

"I want to eat seafood."

"OK."

Su Wanci stopped, turned around, and looked at Chen Mo.

The streetlight shone on his face, and his expression was as calm as a still pond, but she knew that fish were swimming beneath that still pond.

"Chen Mo, will you agree to anything I ask?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment.

"Give it a try."

Su Wanci bit her lip, thought for a while, and then said something that stunned Chen Mo: "Then carry me back."

Chen Mo looked at her for two seconds. Then he squatted down.

"Come up."

Su Wanci was stunned.

She didn't expect him to actually agree—she was just joking.

"Are you...are you serious?"

"Give it a try." Chen Mo returned those two words to her.

Su Wanci hesitated for a second, then lay down on it.

Su Wanci closed her eyes and heard his footsteps making rhythmic sounds on the wooden boardwalk—tap-tap-tap, tap-tap-tap, like a wordless lullaby.

"Chen Mo."

"Um."

Are you tired?

"Not tired. You're quite light."

"real?"

"Really. It weighs about the same as the backpack I used to carry."

Su Wanci laughed, and tears streamed down her face.

She didn't know whether she was laughing or crying; she only knew that her eyes were hot, her nose was sore, and her chest felt like it was filled with something.

She lay on his back, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the rise and fall of his every step, and suddenly felt that she wanted to walk this road for the rest of her life.

The two walked out of the Luoshui Scenic Area and into the night.

The streetlights receded one by one, like stars that had been counted.

Chen Mo carried her on his back, walking step by step, without saying "Get down," without saying "I'm tired," without saying anything at all. He just kept walking, as if walking on a road with no end.

Su Wanci buried her face in his shoulder, her voice as soft as a dream.

"Chen Mo."

"Um."

Will you always be this good to me?

Chen Mo did not answer.

But he didn't stop.

This is enough.