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Gao Songdeng's soft eyelashes fluttered, and the starlight shone on her, making her look like a star. Her eyes were like a pool of water, and her long eyelashes were caressing the clear water. The stars used their last cry of happiness to outline the tip of her nose, her lips, her neck, and the loose strands of hair at the back of her neck.

The starlight, like ripples on water, created waves of harmonious brilliance, condensing into a charming girl. She spoke very little, smiled shyly, and was always looking at her fingers and toes.

She noticed that even though it was dark and under the stars, and it was difficult to detect other people's sight in such an environment, she still noticed that when she kissed Qing's cheek, many people around her gave her ambiguous and gentle smiles.

She was a little afraid of being stared at by others, but she didn't hate the stares from people around her in the planetarium today.

Will Qing be angry?

He is planning to have a relationship with Aine now, right? Wouldn't it be too much for me to casually insert myself into their relationship?

Takamatsu Deng thought blankly that ever since he kissed Haru on the side of his face and told him not to let Aine know, he hasn't spoken a word to him since then.

Even though the two of them held hands, Takamatsu Deng was still feeling uneasy. She felt that Shirakawa Haru might be angry with her.

The reason why she had this idea was very simple. If she became Shirakawa Haru's best friend first and then someone else wanted to go one step further and become Shirakawa Haru's "best" friend, even if she would not be angry, she would be sad.

Very sad.

After Aine finds out what I did, she will definitely be angry with me.

Shirakawa Haru was not angry, but Takamatsu Deng thought he would be angry.

In fact, she substituted Chihaya Aine's feelings for her into Shirakawa Haru's feelings for her.

Various lighting devices buried in the building are gathered into a blue grid-like space. These grids represent space, which is symmetrical and regular, just like numbers.

Then when tourists step on these architectural spaces where the lighting equipment is hidden, the blue grid will twist under their feet, as if something has hit them.

"This area has a lot of interactive technology. Those lines represent space, and every time someone steps on them, they change, allowing visitors to experience the impact of their own mass on the universe's gravitational field." Shirakawa Haru pulled Takamatsu Deng to a new display area. Looking at the sign in front, he thought for a moment before speaking. "It's a very thoughtful idea, but I don't think you'll like staying here for too long, Deng. You'll probably prefer the one in front."

"Then Qing, can you accompany me there for a while?" Baichuan Qing's sudden words made Gao Songdeng's body tremble slightly for a moment, "I want to look there for a while."

"Okay." After saying this, Baichuan Qing fell into silence again.

What is the behavior of the lamp?

Aine is probably the one in the band who almost realizes that she likes me and is ready to confess her feelings to me.

Deng and Aine often sit together, there is no way she doesn't know this, and sometimes she can hear them both whispering about me.

She must know.

But even though the lamp knew all this, she still kissed my face... It's hard to imagine that the lamp that was as cute as a little animal, the lamp that was as dazzling as a star and attracted the attention of people around it, and the lamp that was as sentimental and delicate as a poet would do such a thing.

Shirakawa Haru didn't know the specific situation between Deng and Aine, but he instinctively felt that this was not normal.

In addition, he had a phone call with the love guru today. The love guru seemed to say a lot on the phone, but also seemed to say nothing. The love guru told him to follow his inner thoughts, and now his mind is in a mess.

That's why he didn't talk to Deng just now. He was afraid of saying something bad, but he didn't quite understand what it was.

Shirakawa Haru sighed deeply.

The relationship between men and women is too complicated and too dangerous for him.

Now, four of the five members of the band had kissed her face or lips, and only Deng knew about it. It was foreseeable that if all the girls knew about it, the band would probably not be able to continue to exist.

Even though Shirakawa Haru didn't understand the feelings between men and women, he knew that liking and loving were selfish, extremely selfish, and he would never allow a third party to appear.

Under the "threat" of Chihaya Aine, Shirakawa Haru helped her form a band.

He's really invested a lot of time in the band now and really wants to keep it going.

He knew that contradictions and conflicts were also part of the band's growth, but as time went on and he fell in love with all the girls in the band, he increasingly didn't want any conflicts to break out between them.

How should he face those girls? Just let things take their own course. Just like the love guru said.

The blue grid began to twist and change when Shirakawa Haru and Takamatsu Deng entered the interactive area. The silk-like grid was constantly twisted and deformed by the mass of the two people.

After they left, it returned to its original state.

"It's too monotonous," Shirakawa Haru commented, "although it does fit in with the concepts of physics and space."

"Well...it's a bit of a one-on-one fight. I don't really like it." Takamatsu Deng said while looking at Shirakawa Haru's face, carefully observing his expression.

"Then let's go to the front and take a look. It's also an interactive area, but unlike the space represented by the blue grid, it simulates numerous star regions, including the solar system. When you wave your hands, the stars will also change position according to your gravity."

It was truly a magnificent sight. Gao Songdeng stared blankly at the scene before him. Stars streamed in the light of the projection screen. Each firefly-like point of light in the summer forest was a star, and together they created the entire Milky Way, the entire universe.

It was so dreamy. The universe burst into flames, reaching the netherworld. In a great conflagration, the universe began to expand.

Gao Songdeng couldn't help but waved her hands, and then the stars immediately changed. A large space was left where her hands passed, and stars flowed in to fill this area after a few seconds.

She discovered she could command these constellations like a painting, transforming them into any shape in her hands. She busied herself altering the positions of the stars, each determined by the passage of time, like mayflies on the seafloor, tossed by ocean currents.

"So beautiful." Shirakawa Haru said, clapping his hands. "The lights really like the stars."

"Yeah. I really like stars," Gao Songdeng's voice was as soft as a mosquito's whisper, "just like I like the stars and the clear weather."

After Takamatsu Deng finished walking through the interactive equipment area, Shirakawa Haru took her to the shopping mall area.

There is a wide variety of cultural and creative products related to astronomy here: constellation playing cards, puzzles, refrigerator magnets of zodiac constellations, various badges, bookmarks, meteorite cultural and creative bracelets, as well as astronomy-themed learning supplies such as pens, notebooks, and sticky notes.

Gao Songdeng's eyes sparkled when she saw them. She bought so many that she even spent all the cash she had on her, including the money for taxi fares.

However, even so, there are still many things she wants but has no money to buy.

Her favorite is a notebook. At the bottom of each page is a photo of stars in the universe taken by NASA at a huge cost.

It would be more accurate to call it a photo album rather than a notebook.

"What's wrong, Deng? I feel like you seem to be in a bad mood." Baichuan Qing was still thinking about the previous question, but at the same time, he was always paying attention to the girl beside him.

"Nothing." Gao Songdeng looked at the NASA notebook.

"You want to buy a lamp, but you don't have enough money?" Bai Chuanqing asked confidently. It was obvious that none of the girls around him could hide their thoughts in front of him. "Just tell me. If you want the lamp, let me give it to you as my apology."

"No... I'll buy it myself next time I come. If I don't have enough money, I can just ask Dad for it," Gao Songdeng said. "If I want something, I have to fight for it myself. I can't always rely on Qing to satisfy me. Otherwise, if someone takes Qing away from me, I will... I will... I will not know anything." She shuddered and clenched her hands. The thought of such a possibility made Gao Songdeng feel weak all over, as if he were sick.

In fact, this is not a possibility, but an almost foreseeable future.

If Aine became Haru's girlfriend, even if he was his lifelong friend, he would inevitably care more about Aine, right?

A scorching heat came from the palm of my hand, and then it turned into nothingness.

Shirakawa Haru broke free from Takamatsu Deng's grasp.

"Um, boss. Let me ask, if we come again next time, can we still buy these NASA notebooks from you?" Shirakawa Haru reached out and fumbled in his pocket.

"I don't know... It depends on whether any customers come to buy these NASA notebooks during that period." The shop owner showed the notebooks to Shirakawa Haru and Takamatsu Deng, "These notebooks are actually collections of photos I made by myself when I was bored. Most of the photos are from NASA, and a small number of photos are taken by me while stargazing and synthesized on the computer. So the content of each notebook is different." The owner's expression was quite proud.

"But you only have three of these notebooks here." Shirakawa Haru took out the money and paid it to the shop owner. In Takamatsu Deng's surprised eyes, he said, "I want all three."

Shirakawa Haru handed the packaged notebook to Takamatsu Deng, and only kept a few photos that the boss gave him for free.

Gao Songdeng shook his head like a rattle and said no, no.

Shirakawa Haru gently placed three notebooks on Takamatsu Tou's head. In order to prevent the notebooks from falling to the ground, Takamatsu Tou had to put down the plastic bag full of cultural and creative products and hold the books on his head with both hands.

"Cheer up. Don't look so sad." Shirakawa Haru picked up a planet-shaped candy from the plastic bag that Takamatsu Deng had left on the ground and put it in his mouth, biting it, making a crisp crunching sound. "I'll give the three notebooks to Deng, and Deng, please give me this candy."

"Hmm...hmm." Gao Songdeng nodded.

"It's because of what happened just now." Baichuan Qing's tone was very light, like a breath, spinning and jumping from one hill to another, "It turns out that Deng doesn't even know what to do, why does he do this." He was referring to Deng kissing his face.

Takamatsu Touma uses one kind of melancholy to express another kind of melancholy. In this way, Shirakawa Haru can also use one kind of comfort to express another kind of comfort.

"This planetarium is new. So what's here today won't necessarily be there in the future." Shirakawa Haru flipped through the photos the boss gave him one by one. "This is all our first time here, so no one knows what to expect or what to see. It's normal to come across something you want but realize you don't have enough money. Don't feel like you're being taken care of too well or that what you received is too expensive. What's important is that it was worth it, that you were happy, and that you had no regrets. That's how it should be with friends, especially since we're lifelong friends. We might come back next time, but what we encounter next time will definitely be different. If you see something you want, just reach out and take it. It doesn't matter if you're doing it right or wrong."

Just like your confusion, I am also confused.

Shirakawa Haru thought to himself, "Let's go, Deng. Let's go to the last exhibition. The most common one, the one that every planetarium has... sitting in a chair and looking at the starry sky simulated by the projector above our heads."

"Qing, do you know why I'm sad? Do you know what I'm afraid of? I'm afraid that something like that will happen." Gao Songdeng said with his head down.

"Then why did you do that, Deng?" Baichuan Qing half-knelt down, raised his face, and his eyes just met with the lamp.

"Because I am more worried about something else happening," she said. "I am more afraid of this kind of thing. Very afraid, extremely afraid." In a corner where no one was around, Gao Songdeng's eyes turned red, and ripples of water brewed and echoed in her bright eyes for a long time.

"I understand. I'll try my best to prevent that from happening again." Shirakawa Haru touched the top of Takamatsu Deng's head. This time, she didn't obey like before. She just looked at Shirakawa Haru, silent in her place, tears streaming down her face.

So in the end, Shirakawa Haru still hugged Takamatsu Deng and stroked her back.

"We are lifelong friends, forever." Perhaps feeling that this wasn't enough, Shirakawa Haru paused and reorganized his words. "Tonight, the stars wrote a letter, but it took a thousand years for it to reach this planet. It contained only a simple sentence: Today, Shirakawa Haru and Takamatsu Touma are still looking at each other from afar."

The revelations of the stars seem endless.

"I won't let you feel lonely." Shirakawa Haru's forehead touched Takamatsu Deng's forehead, and then, uncertainly, he touched Takamatsu Deng's nose with his nose tip. After a moment, he moved his face away.

"Let's go and look at the stars for a while," he said.

Chapter 6: Aine and Deng's First Heart-to-Heart

In the scorching summer, the eternal end of summer, the approaching rainy season, the passionate first love season, the rehearsal room filled with girls' laughter, Takamatsu Deng began to write letters to Shirakawa Haru.

The vertical air conditioner and ventilation equipment were making a slight buzzing sound. Takamatsu Deng's overwhelmed mood was at a loss as to what to do. Under the lamp, she opened the notebook that Shirakawa Haru had given her yesterday, wanting to write something down.

She picked up the pen, took off the cap, picked up the pen and put it down again, not knowing what to write.

The sultry heat of late summer seems to make my heart blurred. It seems that my heart has no edges and is not in a fixed position. The faint moon is gradually approaching the earth, adding fuel to the flames like a tide. My heart is overflowing, deep and far, big and empty, so I want to write something, I really want to write.

"Deng, what are you writing? You sang so hard just now. Would you like some water first? I picked up a beautiful pebble by the scenic lake while taking a walk during physical education class today. I'm giving it to you." Chihaya Aine unscrewed the bottle of mineral water and placed it on the table, watching Takamatsu Deng pick up and put down the pen.

The tip of the pen touches the paper, but I don’t know what to write.

The cartoon alarm clock on the desktop was ticking "tick-tick-tick". Perhaps it was just because the pen tip couldn't stay on the paper for too long, so Qingqingqing... his name appeared on the paper.

So that's it, it's Shirakawa Haru's name. So that's how it is. Takamatsu Deng felt a little relieved because of the hot and humid weather and the impending rain. So that's how it is. His name gradually filled her empty and lonely heart. Such intimacy and warmth, unprecedented, like the first blossoming of love. Hongmeng appeared and wrote over and over again:

Qingqingqingqing…his name, written in various fonts, dignified and beautiful, childish and cute, mature and tall, charming and frivolous, filled half of the paper.

"Eh... 'Sunny', is that today's weather, or is it the chairman's name?" Chihaya Aine pulled out a chair and sat on it with her legs apart, seemingly not caring at all about her image. "You know so many fonts, Deng. Your handwriting is so beautiful."

"I've checked the weather forecast... because there might be a typhoon, the weather might not be very good for the next half month... it's going to rain." Takamatsu Deng caught sight of Chihaya Aine's profile from the corner of her eye. They were pressed very close together, and she felt a little guilty and at a loss. "These 'Qing' represent Qing's name."

Turning to the next page, it was a light blue line. At the bottom of the paper was a photo of stars. I couldn't tell where it was, perhaps it was just a casual photo of a starry night sky snapped by the owner. Beyond the line was a bouquet of thorns. The decoration on each page was different. I stared at the first line for a long, long time, like praying. The stars moved, the moon passed, and the pine lantern's life and emotions rose and fell. The pen tip was less than a millimeter away from the paper. I trembled and wrote down a resolution -

Dear Qing:

This was the end of Gao Songdeng's first love letter. She had thousands of thoughts on her mind, but she didn't know what to write.

These few words were Takamatsu Deng's first love letter to Shirakawa Haru. It was also her first poem to Shirakawa Haru, and it was still unfinished.

"Deng, what are you writing? Why did you stop after just a little?" Chihaya Aine looked at the paper and Takamatsu Deng's distressed face, who was reluctant to put down the pen, and asked puzzledly, "What is this? Are you planning to use it as a little note to whisper in class tomorrow?"

Chihaya Aine moved a little away from Takamatsu Deng, crossed her hands like a junior high school student sitting in class, and then gently rested her head on them.

She really envied Takamatsu Deng and Goto Ichiri.

Her grades were among the best at Hinomori, only slightly behind Shirakawa Haru, Suho Yuki, and Toyokawa Shoko. Therefore, her teachers put a lot of effort into her study habits and grades. They forbade her from slacking off or passing notes. She could only ask students behind her to pass notes while the teacher was writing formulas or sentences on the blackboard.

Takamatsu Deng and Goto Ichiri are different. Their grades are average and the teacher can see that they are not really focused on studying. However, their grades are surprisingly stable and not bad.

So I just ignored them and let them be.

Besides, if their grades really dropped, Shirakawa Haru, who got along well with them, would definitely help them with their studies and let them study well.

Usually during class, Chihaya Aine could only look at the blackboard in front of her bored, carefully memorizing all the formulas on it and applying them skillfully. Then, she would occasionally glance at Shirakawa Haru and see him passing notes to Takamatsu Deng and Goto Ichiri.

"Well, it's a note... but, it's not that either. It's a letter I want to write to Haru." This is actually a poem, a love letter, but Takamatsu Deng insisted on telling Chihaya Aine that it was a letter, and he was a little afraid to make eye contact with Chihaya Aine.

Last night, I kissed Qing on the cheek again.

Gao Songdeng lowered her head, her left hand pressing against the side of her notebook while her right hand scribbled on the paper. She imagined the Summer Triangle, with Vega and Altair staring at each other across the Milky Way. She felt like she was that star, Deneb.

The soft touch is more delicate than the taste of milk and smoother than the sensation of silk sliding across the skin. This is the tingling feeling that makes Shirakawa Haru's heart beat faster when Takamatsu Deng kisses her on the side of her face and feels from the wet corner of her lips.

The Summer Triangle is composed of three stars: Deneb, Altair, and Vega. Altair and Vega are a pair, weaving a beautiful myth together, while Deneb has nothing in it, like an extra star.

A superfluous person.

"Is that so... But why do you still write letters to the chairman even though you meet him every day? Aren't some things better said in person?" Chihaya Aine opened the photo album on her phone. This was a unique photo section, full of photos of Shirakawa Haru.

Gao Songdeng raised his eyes, took a look, and then quickly lowered them.

"Because... some things are not good if they are said directly... they can only be expressed through letters or poems." Takamatsu Deng wrote and drew, but what he was thinking about was the photo he had just seen, of Chihaya Aine kissing Shirakawa Haru.

"Oh, I know this! It's like the confession between men and women doesn't rely on verbal statements or communication software, right? Especially the latter. If you're not in an online relationship, confessions online will usually be rejected. We usually confess through love letters, love letters, etc., as if the invisible and intangible feelings will be sublimated through this medium." Chihaya Aine said, not noticing that when she mentioned "love letter", Takamatsu Deng's shoulders trembled for a moment.

"Hmm..." Takamatsu Deng turned another page, and with the dual emotions of guilt and remorse for the possibility that Chihaya Aine would discover his feelings for Shirakawa Haru, and his love for him, he wrote poetically -

Dear Qing:

I like you!

This was the second poem, two lines. Gao Songdeng was surprised by its brevity, its beauty and sincerity. These two lines seemed to carry her own voice, calling softly over and over on the paper.