At midnight, the car stopped at the famous gate of Linjiang, He Waner got out of the car in a trance, Mo Chunshan followed behind her, and naturally carried the bag she forgot in the car.

Meng Qianyang said to herself: "Why is He Wan'er weird? Unless her mouth is locked, she must be chattering, and she drove twenty kilometers after taking photos and eating dinner today, and her words add up to no more than ten sentences." Are you angry again? But the boss didn't do anything?"

Caijia on the co-pilot couldn't help but roll his eyes, slandering this kid's sluggishness and lack of enlightenment, the woman can't tell whether she is angry or emotional, and she really belongs to the handful of bad elements who are difficult to get out of poverty.

Knowing that it was useless to talk to him more, Cai Jia said perfunctorily: "I think I'm tired." ”

He Guan'er, who was the protagonist of the conversation between the two, was floating when he walked at this time, and he didn't dare to look at Mo Chunshan when he lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and occasionally looked away in a hurry when his eyes accidentally touched.

went up to the twenty-ninth floor, whispered goodnight to Mo Chunshan by the bedroom door, and quickly closed the door, blocking the sight that made her heart beat faster.

After tossing for a day, Mo Chunshan was also a little tired, and the moment he turned around and went back to the room, he glanced at the closed door, and then his thin lips hooked up and smiled lightly.

He Wan'er lay on the bed, but he felt uncomfortable no matter how he lay down, so he changed his posture, lying on his stomach for a while, and his thoughts kept rolling.

"What should I do, is this going to have a fever?" He Wan'er touched his hot ears and face, and muttered to himself.

The hair on her forehead and on the sides of her ears was wet because she had already wet her cheeks with cold water for the third time.

The intention was to calm down, but it didn't do much - it was often only cool for a minute, and when the cold water evaporated, she would fall into a strange state of red face and red ears.

"Ahhhh

Mo Chunshan.

The thought of the name made her heart beat faster again.

"It's over, it's over, it's dead, it's dead. She frowned, smiled bitterly and asked herself in the mirror, "He Guan'er, you only realized what it means to be a spring at the age of thirty, is it too late?"

In fact, after experiencing his inexplicable estrangement that time, and the ridicule that came to the door later, if Mo Chunshan directly said today's ambiguous words to her, she would not be anything, and the most direct reaction may be to throw him a big ear, and then warn him word by word - dead pervert, how far away is it for me to get out.

But now I can't say it.

From the 0.00487 outside the Science and Technology Museum that day, to the clear liking a few days ago, and then to today's sentence of marrying him, one by one between her and Mo Chunshan, the gap she once thought was insurmountable seems to be quietly being crossed.

So this sentence came quite naturally, and with it, her mood when facing him was also quietly changing.

She found that she was becoming more and more unable to withstand his teasing, often a look, a word that she didn't know whether it was true or false, could make her figure it out for a long time, so for the first time in her life, she realized what it means to be sad and what it means to talk about it.

This is really not He Waner's painting style, and it also makes her hate her own incompetence.

She wanted to ask if the ambiguous words that impressed her were his sincere words or joking, were they his casual words and forgetfulness, or were they promises he made to her in another way?

But often within ten seconds of this thought, He Waner will retreat.

When asked, she was afraid that it was not what she expected, and even if she thought in her heart, she was afraid that she was not worthy.

Yes, not deserved.

She has completely turned the lives of two men upside down, and she doesn't want to lose a third.

And if the "third" is Mo Chunshan, then she can't bear to take that step.

She is unwilling to bear the curse of the so-called red face and troubled water, but she also has to face up to this word with strong discrimination from ancient times to the present, as well as the tragedy of reincarnation behind this word.

I shouldn't have agreed to his request that day, and I shouldn't have overestimated myself, thinking that I could pass through a leaf in the thousands of flowers without getting wet, but I was deeply trapped in it.

So I made a scene into a dream.

But if it was a dream, could she choose not to wake up?

He Wan'er climbed out of a pile of pillows, stepped on the ground barefoot, and walked back and forth at a rapid pace, while sticking his mobile phone to his face, muttering: "Calm down, calm down." ”

Her slender figure was reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the phone screen began to get hot after a while.

Annoyed, she took the phone off her face, and the screen was against her face, which automatically recognized that the lock was opened. I don't know how it was operated before, the phone is parked in the interface of WeChat, or the page of the address book.

Suddenly, her heart moved, and her desire to find someone to confide in instantly became extremely strong.

A few seconds later, He Wan'er found the name from the friend directory, gently clicked it, and took a deep breath.

When he spoke again, his voice was much calmer, but he could still hear a slight tremor.

"Niannian, it's still me, it's me who bothered you again. ”

The voice button is pressed and released, and after the two-second long voice message is sent, it naturally does not get any response.

He Wan'er looked at the white expanse in the dialog box in a daze, but he was a little relieved.

Gu Nian is no longer alive, if she is here, He Guan'er knows that he is very likely to find Gu Nian to pour out his melancholy and anxiety at this time, and even ask Gu Nian to give some advice.

But if Gu Nian is still there, she and Mo Chunshan may have been strangers for a long time, and they will not have the torment of not going up and down like now.

He Wan'er pressed the voice button again: "Niannian, as I told you last time, I encountered some things, which are not really big things, but they are very strange." ”

She paused, let go of the voice button, and after a few seconds, she continued to post: "I like someone very much now, but I can't guess what he thinks of me." I used to think that I was very close to him, and I reached the threshold of ambiguous development of love, but he ignored me for only half a day. He didn't show up for no reason, and he still hasn't told me why. I didn't dare to ask, I was afraid that I wouldn't know how to deal with it. I was sad about this for a while, and I was seriously ill. ”

As she spoke, she couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved, let out a long sigh, and simply said the part she was most entangled with: "I won't be verbose anymore, anyway, now I live with him, and I have to pretend to be a husband and wife with him to deceive someone who is very important to him." said that it was a show, but he cooked for me, knew that I was unhappy and took me to the science and technology museum, which hurt me every day but was very ...... It's ...... again."

He Wan'er was a little unreasonable, so he simply stopped and rested for a long time, so that his thoughts were not so chaotic.

"I don't know how to describe it, but I can sense that he is good to me, and I even think he understands what I want. To be honest, in the current situation, if he wanted to deceive me and trick me, I would definitely not be able to escape, and even knowing that he was going to deceive me, he had no intention of escaping. ”

He Wan'er lowered his eyes, looked at the motionless dialog box, and continued: "If you were here, you would definitely call me stupid, but why aren't you? I can understand what your desperate efforts are for, so I want to take a step forward and try it, will I be able to experience the most precious and rare feelings like you." However, whenever I have such thoughts, I immediately feel that I am not worthy of trying—not because of the kind of unworthiness that women who are too bad to look down on, but because I actually have a very serious problem. ”