love letter to summer

The chandelier on the ceiling glowed orange, illuminating the small room.

This is Xia Tang's room, a place Ye Ji has been to countless times, he is so familiar with everything here, even more familiar than his own room.

Xia Tang's home is like his own home, he feels safe and warm here.

Ye Ji: "After my parents divorced when I was three years old, my mother resumed her full-time job, and then often had to travel on business. Although there is a nanny to take care of me, she will not do her best after all."

"When I was eight years old, I once had a cold. At first, the symptoms were very mild. I didn't pay much attention to it. I found a cold medicine to take, thinking that I would get better soon, but it became more and more serious. Then one night, the nanny had something to do at home. After having dinner with me, she went back to her home, and I stayed at home alone. My aunt called me at seven o'clock, but no one answered my calls many times. My aunt was very worried, so she came to my house to have a look. They found that I had a high fever and was unconscious, so they rushed me to the hospital."

"Your father also rushed to the hospital overnight, and then they have been waiting outside the emergency room." Ye Ji looked into Xia Tang's eyes and said, "If my aunt hadn't called me that day, I don't know what would have happened to me. I will never forget that and I will be grateful to them all my life."

Xia Tang knew about this matter, Ye Ji was quite seriously ill that time, and was hospitalized for it, Xia's mother asked for leave from the company to take care of him, and Xia Tang would visit him after school - to be precise, it was To make trouble, and repeatedly expressed envy for Ye Ji not having to go to school.

But Ye Ji never talked about this matter with him, and Xia Tang also thought it was a trivial matter, and never thought that there was such a layer behind it.

Xia Tang thought for a while, then moved closer to Ye Ji, put his arms around Ye Ji and patted Ye Ji's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Look at what you said. Look at you, you are handsome. Well, my parents can't wait for you to be their own son. You don't know, every time you win an award, my mother will say to everyone, "My Aji baby is so smart, what other award did you get?", so proud It's like you got a Nobel Prize."

Xia Tang: "And my dad, every time he helps me finish the parent-teacher meeting and comes back, his face is as dark as the bottom of the pot, but every time he finishes the parent-teacher meeting for you, he is a flower of success."

Xia Tang's big eyes shone brightly under the light, his eyes were clean and clear, and the warm body temperature passed from his arms to Ye Ji's neck, which made Ye Ji feel very comfortable.

"My parents said that being able to take care of you is a blessing they cultivated in their last life. You don't know. They are happy to see you grow up slowly. You really don't have to feel burdened, and you can accept their love for you with peace of mind. Just love."

Ye Ji looked at him.

They were so close, and Xia Tang's temperature and breath enveloped him, making him feel very at ease inexplicably.

"Ah!" Xia Tang said suddenly, "I give you a nice gift."

He quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the locker. While opening the locker, he said: "I wanted to wait until your birthday to give it to you, but seeing that you are so depressed today, I will give it to you in advance."

He took out a beautiful bag, rushed back to the bed, and handed it to Ye Ji: "Come on, open it and have a look."

Ye Ji took the bag suspiciously and opened it.

Inside is a cloth backpack with blue, white and green collages. The style is low-key and the workmanship is quite fine.

Ye Ji liked it at a glance, but there was one problem.

"how much is it?"

Although Ye Ji seldom paid attention to clothing brands, this brand was so famous that Ye Ji couldn't ignore the brand logo printed on the corner of the bag, nor could he ignore the price it represented.

Xia Tang climbed back onto the bed, picked up the computer again, and said disapprovingly, "Oh, the price is not important."

Ye Ji: "Is it very expensive?"

"Fortunately."

Ye Ji turned Xia Tang's computer a little towards him, and then typed the name of the brand in the search bar.

Xia Tang: "..."

The official website popped up, and Ye Ji opened it to see the "photograph" of the backpack.

Ye Ji clicked on the product information, and the price displayed inside was exactly 3000 yuan.

In fact, a backpack worth 3000 yuan is not considered a luxury, but both Ye Ji and Xia Tang are students who still depend on their parents for support, and their personal income is basically zero.

Ye Ji stared at the screen for a long time without making a sound, Xia Tang said with a guilty smile, "It was discounted when I bought it, and the discounted price is only over 2000."

Ye Ji turned to look at him: "Where did you get the money?"

"Help the hospital with a research project with the professor." Xia Tang said with a look of bitterness and hatred, "I got up early and greedy for a summer vacation plus a whole semester, and I earned three thousand. This society really doesn't treat universities as The dog treats it like a human being."

Ye Ji choked suddenly.

This 3000 yuan can be regarded as Xia Tang's first money.

"You..." Ye Ji opened his mouth, "You spent all your money on me?"

"Yes." Xia Tang turned the computer screen back, "I saw this bag hanging in the window when I passed by this store two days ago, and I thought it was very suitable for you, so I bought it."

Ye Ji was silent for a while, picked up the bag and looked at it, then looked at Xia Tang, he suddenly understood why some women like to let their partners buy things for them - although being able to have beautiful clothes is one reason, but Another big reason is that it feels so good to have someone give for themselves.

Although it is superficial to simply equate "willing to spend" with "willing to give", human beings are so superficial. Enjoy, no matter who it is, it will feel very touching and heart-warming.

Of course, this kind of giving should be what you want. If you force the other party to spend money for yourself, or directly equate "spending money" with "love", then this kind of giving will lose the most touching meaning.