Meeting is an accident, and meeting everywhere can be regarded as fate.

Today's Moussa is very different from the past, he has shed his traditional white robe and wears a simple white shirt and denim 'pants', showing his slender and 'straight' figure. Even if you stand in the crowd, you can show an outstanding temperament. It was still the same face, with clear eyebrows and curled eyelashes, but he seemed to be much haggard. The constant fasting must have been very hard, and his already well-defined contours were thinner and thinner.

After being silent for half a month, when I see him again, I still feel my heart beating faster, and the excited feelings are churning in the thoughts that turn a thousand times, and they are scattered freely.

He didn't wear a white robe. No.

I almost wept at this realization, as if the overlapping barriers had been removed. He came to the bar, like so many people who come here to have fun, without all the red tape.

I sat still, I saw him, and I knew he saw me. However, at the moment when we looked at each other, his originally calm expression suddenly stunned, and he quickly opened his eyes.

I hung my head.

I haven't seen him for a long time, and he doesn't want to look at me. I can't tell if I'm lost or sad.

The love that follows the trend and the friendship that avoids the important and trivial, all of them all fall into a false dream at the moment when they look at each other.

After a silent stalemate, Moussa seemed to want to pull Ayub away, but it was too late, and Ayub walked up to me and cheerfully greeted: "Cece, you are here too!"

I squeezed out a smile, deliberately didn't look at Moussa, and replied shallowly, "Yes." ”

"Alone?" he pulled Mousa to sit down across from me.

"No, I came with a friend. I opened my mouth to Nunu on the dance floor, Lian Pian's waist was locked by Bill's arms, and the two of them were whispering to each other on the dance floor.

Ayub nodded knowingly, not disgusted by seeing the intimate contact of others, but he did not agree, and only said: "It's pitiful to be treated coldly by friends." ”

I smiled helplessly and said casually: "I seem to have bad luck lately, and I am almost used to being treated coldly." ”

I just said it casually, and when I said it, I realized that it seemed to mean something. Musa, who had been silent, was stunned, and suddenly whispered a word: "no."

"Huh?" Ayub and I turned our heads to him at the same time.

Is he denying something? denying that I have bad luck, or is he ...... Denying the fact that I was being treated coldly?

Either "negation" seems to be better than being a stranger, but being a stranger is not a good choice.

In the face of my and Ayub's gazes, Mosa hesitated for two seconds before he said, "I mean...... There's a reason for being cold, and your friends themselves certainly don't want to leave you here alone. ”

When he said this, his deep eyes seemed to look into my heart.

I don't know if I was overthinking it or if I really meant it, but I could smell apologies and helplessness in Moses's words. Did he want to tell me that he didn't want to be hot and cold to me like this? But what was the use of that? If he did, he would have a hard time hiding from me, and if he thought too much, he didn't need to ask anything.

As my troubled brows faded, I smiled at Mousa and said, "I know." ”

There is a feeling of hidden dumb riddles, and it turns out that Middle Easterners will also be entangled in this way.