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

When summer vacation arrived, Song Huan felt she could finally catch her breath.

On the day the college entrance examination ended, several strings of firecrackers were set off at the school gate, and red paper scraps were scattered all over the ground.

The senior high school students came out of the exam hall, some laughing and some crying. Some threw their textbooks into the air, the pages scattering like a flock of white birds.

The day after I entered my second year of high school, I moved into the building for the third year. The people in the corridor were different, but the lights were still the same, and they stayed on very late.

On the day the results of the first year of high school subject selection came out, Xiao Yunqing stood in front of the bulletin board and looked at them three times.

She wasn't on the list for the arts class, but she was eighth on the list for the science class: Xiao Yunqing.

Wang Qing spoke with her twice. The first time, she said, "You can get into a top university with your liberal arts skills." The second time, she said, "Think about it again."

Xiao Yunqing always said she had thought it through and her attitude was very good, but she just wouldn't change her mind.

Song Huan stood to the side, looking at the list, without saying a word.

After reading it for the third time, Xiao Yunqing turned and left, her steps light and quick.

……

The city of Wuhan was as hot as a steamer during the summer vacation.

Song Huan lay on the bed with the fan blowing directly on her face, the air from which was hot.

He turned over, flipping the pillow to the cool side, but it became hot again in less than five minutes.

Fortunately, the cheapskate father, Song Wentao, still remembered his own son and spent a fortune to install a new air conditioner.

There are three units: one in the living room, one in the master bedroom, and one in Song Huan's room.

As the installer left, Song Huan took the remote control in her hand, pressed it, and cold air rushed out of the vent with a whooshing sound.

He stood in the wind, closed his eyes, and felt the chill travel from his face to his feet.

He felt he could spend this summer vacation comfortably.

There was a knock on the door.

Take your time, three taps, pause for two seconds, then tap three more times.

Song Huan lay motionless on the bed.

He knocked three more times, this time a little harder.

He sighed, got out of bed, slipped on his slippers, walked to the door, and opened it.

Xiao Yunqing stood at the door, wearing a light blue dress, her hair down over her shoulders, a smile on her face, and bright eyes.

She peeked into the house and saw the new air conditioner in the living room, with white, cold air drifting out of the vent.

"Song Huan, let's go out and have some fun," she said, her tone light and cheerful, like a magpie.

Song Huan leaned against the door frame without saying a word.

Xiao Yunqing had already walked in and was standing in the middle of the living room, counting on her fingers, "A new dessert shop opened near the seaside park. My classmate said their mango smoothie is especially delicious. There's also a night market on the French-style street, with grilled oysters, grilled squid, and..."

Song Huan walked to the sofa and lay down.

Stretch your legs out as far as you can, put your hands on your stomach, and close your eyes.

"I'm not going."

In short, their attitude was resolute.

Xiao Yunqing paused for a moment, then walked over and stood in front of the sofa.

Why?

"For no reason."

"Do you have a problem with me?" Her voice rose a half octave, her brows furrowed, and her lips slightly pouting. "Every time I come to see you, you're like this, so cold."

Song Huan closed her eyes, her expression serene. "No, I only have a problem with the weather."

Xiao Yunqing turned her head and glanced out the window.

It had just rained in the afternoon, the ground was still wet, the clouds hadn't completely dispersed, and a cool breeze was blowing in through the window.

She turned back, huffing, "It's not hot outside."

Song Huan yawned. "That's why I don't go out. I like hot days."

Xiao Yunqing stared at him for two seconds.

She knew he was teasing her.

Enraged, she lunged at him, pounding her fists on his shoulder—not hard, but frequent, one after another, like raindrops.

Song Huan didn't dodge or open her eyes; she just lay there and let her be hit without changing her expression.

"Are you going or not?" She stopped to catch her breath after hitting him.

"I'm not going."

"Are you going or not?" She hit him a few more times.

"I'm not going."

"Are you going or not?!" This time she pinched him, pinching his arm and twisting it.

Song Huan's lips twitched, it hurt, but she still didn't open her eyes.

Xiao Yunqing twisted it again, this time even harder.

He didn't move.

She let go of his hand and stood in front of the sofa, her chest heaving.

The living room quieted down, with only the whooshing sound of the air conditioner vents.

Then he heard a sob.

It was very light, like it was squeezed out from the back of the throat, suppressed, as if not wanting anyone to hear it.

His heart skipped a beat.

It’s over.

Xiao Yunqing stood there, her eyes red, her nose red, her lips pursed, and a teardrop clinging to her eyelashes.

She didn't cry, but it was even more frightening than if she had. She stared at Song Huan lying there pretending to be dead for a while, then a hoarse voice squeezed out from her throat.

"If you won't come out with me, I'll go out by myself. It doesn't matter if I run into bad guys, since you don't want me anymore anyway, I might as well just die."

Song Huan's lips twitched again, but in this situation, it was better for him to play dead, so he still didn't open his eyes.

The footsteps were heading towards the door.

Pull the door open, go out, and close the door.

The living room was completely quiet.

Song Huan lay there for about ten seconds before opening her eyes.

The ceiling was all white, the air conditioner was still running, and cold air was pouring out of the vents, whooshing around.

He sat up from the sofa and rubbed his temples.

He knew she was just saying it in anger, but he didn't dare to be careless.

What if?

This girl is capable of anything when she gets stubborn.

He stood up, walked towards the room, and prepared to change his clothes.

[Hehehe...]

As Song Huan walked up to the wardrobe, he was taken aback because he suddenly heard Xiao Yunqing's inner thoughts.

Open the cabinet door.

Suddenly, a person jumped out from inside.

"Wow!"

Song Huan took a step back, her knee hitting the edge of the bed, and she plopped down on the bed.

His heart was pounding so fast in his chest that his mind went blank.

Xiao Yunqing stood in front of him, hands on her hips, laughing so hard she was bent over.

Half of her hair was loose, with stray strands sticking to the sides of her face. Her face was flushed from smiling, and her eyes curved into crescent moons.

"Hahaha, you were scared, weren't you! Your expression just now was hilarious! Your face turned white!"

Song Huan sat on the bed, looking at her.

My heart was still pounding, but my mind had already started racing.

She didn't leave at all.

She hid in the closet.

The footsteps were fake, the door closing was fake, and the sobbing was fake.

It's all an act!

He took a deep breath and then exhaled.

Xiao Yunqing was still laughing, bending over with her hands on her knees.

She looked up and saw him sitting on the bed with a look of utter discomfiture on his face, and her laughter grew even wider.

"Are you going out or not?" she asked, her voice smug.

Song Huan looked at her flushed face, closed her eyes briefly, stood up, and took a light jacket from the wardrobe and put it on.

"Walk."

The seaside park is not far from Song Huan's home; it's a 20-minute bus ride away.

Xiao Yunqing walked ahead, her steps light and quick, her sandals clicking on the stone pavement.

The sun had already set, leaving only a touch of orange-red on the horizon, and the sea was covered with a layer of shimmering gold.

The sea breeze blows, carrying a salty taste, damp and cool.

Song Huan followed behind with his hands in his pockets, the wind billowing his T-shirt, which felt quite comfortable.

This wasn't Xiao Yunqing's first time here, but every time she came, it felt the same as the first time.

She pointed to a seagull flying over the sea and exclaimed, "Look at that!" Song Huan glanced at it and nodded.

She pointed to a boat in the distance and said, "Look at that boat, it's so small." Song Huan glanced at it again and nodded.

She turned and glared at him. "Could you use a different word?"

"OK."

She ignored him and continued walking.

The two walked along the seaside path. The streetlights came on, one by one, casting long shadows on the ground with their dim yellow light.

After walking to the end of the trail and turning a corner, an old building appeared in front of us. It had gray and white walls, a pointed roof, and a cross on top, which was illuminated by lights and cast a shadow on the wall.

There was a long queue at the entrance, with adults and children alike. Some people were taking pictures with their cameras, while others were squatting on the steps eating ice cream.

Xiao Yunqing leaned closer to look at the small sign by the entrance. "Catholic church? Why would there be something like this here?"

Song Huan stood next to her and glanced at the building. "The French used to live here; Jiangcheng was a colony. After they left, the church remained, and the street outside is also called French Style Street."

Xiao Yunqing turned to look at him, surprise in her eyes. "How did you know?"

"You should have said, 'How come I didn't know?'" Song Huan said in a very indifferent tone.

Xiao Yunqing glanced at him for two seconds, then turned back, bought the tickets, and pulled him inside.

The church is very large, with a high dome. Lights shine down from above, casting a dim, yellowish glow over the entire hall.

Rows and rows of wooden benches, their paint polished to a shine.

Directly in front of you is a podium, and behind it hangs a painting of a person wearing a white robe with outstretched palms and a compassionate expression.

There are stained glass windows nearby, blue, red and yellow, arranged in patterns, which are illuminated by lights and cast patches of color on the ground.

Xiao Yunqing stood in the middle of the hall, looking up at the dome. After a while, she walked to the front of the first row of benches, put her hands together, and closed her eyes.

His expression was very serious, and his lips were moving slightly; it was unclear what he was reciting.

Song Huan stood beside her, hands in his pockets, watching her.

Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes drooped, and her face was illuminated by the light from the stained glass, showing patches of blue and red.

She made her wish for a long time, longer than the last time she made a wish upon a star in the countryside.

[Oh my God...]

Song Huan waited for a while, then waited a while longer, before finally speaking.

"The priest isn't here. Are you making a wish to a ghost?"

He paused, then added, "And God doesn't care about us here. You can try Hong Xiuquan; he was God's second son."

Xiao Yunqing's composure crumbled in an instant.

She opened her eyes, turned her head to glare at him, and reached out to hit him.

The slap landed on his arm; it wasn't hard, but the sound was crisp.

"Shut up! You can't make a wish! It won't come true if you do!"

Song Huan smiled and dodged slightly. "What did you promise?"

I'm not telling you!

She turned back, closed her eyes again, quickly added something, then opened her eyes and walked out.

She walked quickly, her face flushed, whether from the stained glass or something else, I couldn't tell.

Song Huan followed behind, hands in his pockets, strolling slowly.

He heard it.

He heard it the moment she closed her eyes; the whisper was soft, like light drifting down from the top of a church, gentle and tender.

[After school starts, we'll be in the same class and deskmates.]

She walked out of the church and stood on the steps. The sea breeze blew, making her hair flutter.

She took a deep breath, turned around, and looked at him.

Her face was flushed, her eyes were bright, her lips were pursed, but the corners of her mouth were turned up.

"Let's go get some smoothies."

She turned and walked down the street, her steps as light as a deer's.

Sandals clicked on the steps, and the ponytail she had just tied before leaving the house swung behind her.

Song Huan stood at the church entrance, watching her walk down the steps and into the crowd.

He smiled and followed.

The sea breeze blows from afar, carrying a salty taste and feeling cool.

The last ray of light sank off the top of the church bell tower, and the lights came on, illuminating the cross clearly.

……

The book title and cover are against the rules and need to be changed. Please forgive me and don't report me!