What is love? It is a stage play between two people who forget themselves, and most people can't wait to look at each other day and night during this time.

No matter how calm a person is, his heart will long for this kind of thing, which is only spoken or hidden in his heart.

Unless both parties don't love each other, it's all a game.

Does Chu Nange love Fang Qing?

Does Fang Qing love Chu Nange?

Chu Nange was tempted by a woman for the first time, and for him this was his first love.

Therefore, people who are accustomed to clutch and are incompatible with this era will inevitably fall into the whirlpool of love when love appears.

Fang Qing was different from him, from curiosity to interest at first, and then to acquaintance, she felt that he was different from others, so she fell in love with him a little.

The stage play of love is nothing more than those three or two things, love without shortcomings is always flawless and flawless, during this time, there are sweet words coming and going, shopping, and traveling.

That's how the two of them spent their first year.

He has accompanied her to many beautiful places and seen many different landscapes.

She has accompanied him through countless roads and busy countless nights.

Lying on the snowy earth, the two said that they dreamed of the future, supported each other in the bright world, understanding and trust, respect and understanding, which is the main theme in this time.

But these are not long after all, life will be dull no matter what, no one can escape, no one can escape, there is no way to hide.

Day after day, month after month, Fang Qing, who had retreated from enthusiasm, saw the loneliness in his eyes again, and she felt that the two of them were very similar to living in two worlds.

In every quarrel, he can always tell everything gently, but sometimes, what she needs is not gentleness.

Every time he went out with her, she always had him to look at everything coldly.

"Xiaoqing, Nange, remember to buy a letter to me. ”

On the lively long street, in the crowd, Fang Qing held Chu Nange's hand and smiled and parted with a bunch of friends, and couldn't help but feel funny at Zhang Wan'er's repeated emphasis on words, he wouldn't bring them a little gift that time.

"Nange, are you upset?"

Walking in the long overpass, looking at the ground full of umbrellas on the road below, Chu Nange was stunned and turned his head and smiled: "No, what's wrong?"

Fang Qing, who was wearing a pure white T-shirt, looked at Chu Nange's eyes and said, "I always feel that you don't seem to be happy, and you didn't say anything tonight." ”

Pulling Xia Qing's hand in the palm of his hand, Chu Nange smiled, his smile was no different from usual, but Fang Qing always felt far-fetched.

"No, it's just that I don't have much to say, and you know I've always talked a lot. ”

"But you usually talk a lot when you are with He Shuhuan and them, why don't you talk less every time you are with my friends?"

Chu Nange listened to Fang Qing's voice that was a little unhappy, thought about it seriously, and walked a long distance before he said softly: "No, I used to talk with them very little, and in recent years, I may have seen less of each other, and the topic has become more and more, as for your friends, I also have answered them, but I don't know each other very well, and I don't know what to say." ”

Fang Qing listened to Chu Nange's explanation, although she didn't say anything more, the dissatisfaction in her heart increased more or less, but she didn't know how to say it.

In two days, it will be the first anniversary of their relationship, although Chu Nange doesn't care too much, but considering that this era is like this, he plans to go on another trip with Fang Qing, which can be regarded as a celebration.

The first two trips were nothing, but this time, because she met her friend's birthday before leaving, Fang Qing brought Chu Nange over.

Drinking and spitting out the truth is sometimes a terrible thing, even if the words are not meaningful, but when the fire is planted, it is not easy to extinguish it.

"Xiaoqing, your boyfriend doesn't seem to be willing to communicate with us? ”

"Oh, you said that he has always been like this, don't care. ”

Unintentional words are sometimes not intentional, but the speaker has no intention and the listener has a heart.

So all night, Fang Qing was observing Chu Nange, and she felt that he had changed.

In fact, after the love that covered his eyes left, Fang Qing faintly felt that he was a little different, but he didn't know where the problem was.

It wasn't until after that sentence that she realized that he had been staring at everything coldly, and suddenly, she felt that he was illusory and not like a real existence.

Fang Qing had never seen a person who was always calm and soft, so in the following days, she gradually lost feeling his love.

Fang Qing felt that this kind of blandness should not happen in love, even if Chu Nange said it many times.

There will be changes, life is changing all the time, everyone is growing all the way, but Fang Qing, who is entangled by demons, can no longer see the love in his eyes, only the loneliness and loneliness.

It has been said that marriage is the grave of love.

Not really.

Marriage will bury love, and it is the perspective that has been changed by the years and worn out by quarrels.

If the angle of observation has not changed, then Fang Qing will find that love has never flowed away.

Unfortunately, her perspective has collapsed.

Every time he quarreled, Chu Nange comforted him gently, and he never lost his temper like others, he thought this was the best solution.

But the more he was like this, the more Fang Qing couldn't feel his love, and even saw more and more loneliness in his eyes.

In the hurry of three years, the flowers bloomed and fell, fell and bloomed again, and on that breezy and drizzly night, the road of the two still came to an end.

It was a season of drizzle, the season in which he was born.

The wind blew and the raindrops drifted through the city, and although the sky was dark, the night was very gentle.

On the deserted long street, a man and a woman are walking slowly with umbrellas under the dim street lamp.

"Nange, why don't you like birthdays?"

Chu Nange held a black umbrella in his left hand and said lightly: "It's nothing, it's just that I don't like to be lively." ”

"But everyone is waiting for you today, even Xiao Wan, who said that she was going home at eleven o'clock, waited until one o'clock at midnight for you. ”

Chu Nange looked at the blurry front and said softly, "I'm sorry." ”

"You don't like to be lively, you don't like this, you don't like that, what do you like? Do you like me!"

I don't know if it was that sentence that ignited Fang Qing's anger, looking at the woman who ran out of the umbrella and turned around to drink, Chu Nange was stunned, and it took a while to react.

"I like it, I just want to be at home on my birthday, I'm sorry, don't be angry. Tomorrow, when I wake up, I'll invite them to dinner. ”

Chu Nange stepped forward to shield Fang Qing from the rain and comforted Fang Qing softly.

He only found out today that Fang Qing and her friend had held a birthday party for him.

But he didn't appear until after twelve o'clock in the night, because on this day, he didn't want to go into that lively city, he just wanted to wander in his own world.

So he used his busy work as an excuse to delay it until midnight, others may not know, but Fang Qing knows very well that every year on his birthday, he will take two days off.

Patting off the umbrella among the Chu Nan singers with one hand, Fang Qing stood in the rain and asked again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, what else will you say besides being sorry?"

In the drizzle, Chu Nange picked up the umbrella on the ground and handed it over, without saying a word, just standing quietly like that.

Because he didn't know what he was going to say at this moment.