"Works of Ye Wei Lan: Love After Love 5-0=? Chapter 3: Love is Warmth"

  Those who scorch your enemies with flames can sometimes also bring warmth to your frozen heart.

  Six years later, when Lin Jinglan stood in front of her for the first time wearing a boy's elementary school uniform, Ji Huaining opened her mouth and said: "Little Blue, what's wrong with you, why are you disguising yourself as a boy?"

  Lin Jinglan had a short, refreshing haircut that looked soft and shiny. His white shirt and deep blue shorts made him look spirited and lovely. He had a pretty doll-like face, but only "like" one - no one would think he was cross-dressing.

  But Ji Huaning, who was slow-witted and had a bad habit, was an exception.

  Actually, Lin Jinglan knew he wasn't a girl after entering kindergarten two years ago. But his mom seemed to like girls more, and Hua Ning's sister also liked to give her favorite toys to him to dress up - actually, those were the things Hua Ning was tired of and didn't want anymore. He continued to be willing to be dressed up as a lovely doll. If he knew that doing so couldn't get Hua Ning's sister to like him, but instead made her more disgusted, he would have taken off those annoying wide lace skirts and put on simple shorts long ago.

  Originally, Xiao Lan had known he was a boy all along, but unfortunately, he had been kept in the dark. For this reason, Ji Hua Ning had been somewhat indifferent to Lin Jing Lan for a long time, sulking on her own. Poor Xiao Lan couldn't understand what he had done to make Sister Hua Ning cold towards him.

  One afternoon, Ji Huaning was blocked in Lin Jinglan's small room, and the two people with red faces and ears were having a tug-of-war.

  "...I don't believe it! You're suddenly telling me you're a boy, and Uncle Lin and Auntie Lin have never mentioned it before, how can I possibly believe?"

  Lin Jinglan blinked innocently, "But I'm a boy originally."

  "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" she accused him breathlessly.

  "I thought... you and mom both hoped I was a girl." Although clever, he's only six years old after all, how could he have such delicate thoughts like an adult?

  "No, you're deceiving me," Hua Ning sneered as he drew closer to him, "unless...you can prove it."

  Lin Jinglan saw her eyes gleaming with a sly light, and she habitually took a few steps back, her hands unconsciously holding up her pants. "No, no way! Sister Hua Ning..." As she retreated, she accidentally tripped and fell on her butt.

  “Hahaha——” His comical and lovely expression made Ji Hua Ning laugh out loud, forgetting about the fact that he and Lin Auntie had deceived her for so many years. Actually, no one had deceived her, it was just that no one had told her the truth, and she had stubbornly thought from the very beginning that he was a possible rival who could steal away her beloved's affections. When she found out that Xiao Lan was actually a boy, after spending some time accepting this fact, she surprisingly felt a sense of relief.

  "Are you going to apologize sincerely to me?" Her head was held high, like a real princess, and he could only look up at her small chin.

  He nodded repeatedly, "Of course, of course there is."

  "Alright, listen up! I want Morinaga's strawberry-flavored yogurt, Yili's strawberry pudding, 7-Eleven's strawberry cake, and original flavor potato chips." She glanced at the clock on the wall. "You have twenty minutes to get them back here, or else... I... will... not... forgive... you."

  As soon as the words fell, a six-year-old boy rushed out like the wind, proving how sincere he was - which was quite pleasing to her pride. So she sat on the edge of the bed quietly watching the clock, playing with the lace trim of her skirt from time to time.

  Ten minutes passed and he didn't come back; twenty minutes passed and he still hadn't returned. She listlessly fiddled with the lace that was almost torn apart. She had thought he cared about her more, but it turned out to be nothing... He was her servant, he should have listened to her and followed her orders, how could he be so unreliable?

  Thirty-five minutes had passed and she couldn't sit still any longer. Even if he was crawling, he should have been back by now? She slipped on her ankle boots and ran out quickly.

  The scorching autumn sun made her skin feel hot, and her gaze searched for his figure among the crowd - there! The little boy with a bag in his hand, limping along, who else could it be but Little Blue?

  Lin Jinglan didn't expect him to run over, he held up the bag in his hand and panted slightly: "Hua Ning sister, I've bought everything you wanted. Hasn't twenty minutes passed? I didn't make it..." He hung his head dejectedly.

  Hua Ning saw that his knee was still bleeding, probably because he had run too fast and fallen. She usually teased people and never felt guilty about it, and now was no exception. However, she seemed to feel a little sorry for him, sorry for her poor servant who had not intentionally stood her up, right?

  She said in a bad temper: "You're really useless, I asked you to buy something and you still fell." While saying this with her mouth, she had already squatted down and took out her beloved pink lace handkerchief to bandage his knee.

  Her hands were clumsy, and her attitude was not gentle at all, but Lin Jinglan thought she looked great with a slightly furrowed brow, feeling extremely warm in his heart. The princess condescended to bandage someone's wound, this was an unprecedented treatment!

  Soon, a pink bow appeared on Lin Jinglan's knee. Ji Huaning squatted down again and said gently but firmly, "Come up."

  Lin Jinglan obediently climbed onto her back, with two small hands wrapped around her neck. Ji Huaning stood up with force, swaying slightly, and weighed the Lin Jinglan on her back: "Stinky little blue, why are you so heavy?"

  In the streets of September, a girl about ten years old carried a boy of five or six years old and walked slowly forward. Her forehead had already sweated fine beads of sweat, each step was heavy and slow. But she still stepped firmly forward one small step at a time, occasionally adjusting the boy on her back to prevent him from falling off.

  Lin Jinglan quietly leaned against Ji Huaning's hot back, looking at her slightly red face, and stretched out her small hand to help her wipe the sweat from her forehead. Many years later, he told her that this was the first time he felt her warmth, and the warm feeling gradually spread into his heart. So even though she had enslaved him countless times, he still thought it was worth it.

  At dinner time, Lin Tongxia came to Jinglan's room to call the two children to eat, but what she saw was this scene: on a small child's bed, two bodies of different sizes were tightly leaning against each other, with their heads resting on each other, and their small faces flushed with shallow smiles. Lin Yuxuan, who followed closely behind, was about to speak when he was shushed by her. He poked his head in to take a look inside, and the couple exchanged a smile before going downstairs hand in hand.

  They didn't see that under Ji Huan Ning's wide skirt, two delicate white small hands were stacked together. The small hand rested on the large one, just like the stars outside the window accompanied the moon, as if softly blessing them to have a beautiful dream tonight.