Chapter 3: Tears

It is not a natural waking morning, people will be extra awake, and the happiness of not sleeping enough will make people feel the cruelty of life when they wake up, and better face the day. Although he is usually woken up by me, once he has a working day, Qinglin always gets up early to clear his mind.

On the table in the bedroom, there is a hard-shell book with a beautiful cover, which Qinglin is preparing for the guests who will meet today, next to two photo frames, one large and one small, and the big one has a photo of two people and Wuzhong, who was still wearing a junior high school uniform at that time, holding Qinglin who looked reluctant next to him with one hand, and holding some old basketball in the other hand. The other small picture frame had nothing, but it was still so empty on the neat table that it looked particularly glaring.

Qinglin sat quietly on the bed, doing nothing, just looking at the swaying leaves outside the window, and the second hand of time stopped passively on this thin back at this time.

When the clock made a dull sound, Qinglin let go of the time and made the whole picture move. Without taking anything with him, he left the empty house and walked to the agreed place.

Very punctually, Qinglin came to the fountain and looked at the familiar figure, standing there weakly, his eyes seemed to have not eased the redness, the latter didn't seem to know who the person he had made an appointment with, and could only passively look at the crowd coming and going.

"Amy", Qinglin called to the figure standing next to the fountain, Amy, who heard it, turned her head and saw Qinglin, who was still regarded as Prince Charming a few days ago, and immediately covered her mouth in shock, still wondering if Qinglin was calling him.

"You're Amy, right?"

Amy looked at the person in front of her in surprise, "Yes, I am!" responded in surprise, but thinking that she and the person in front of her had not actually crossed paths before, "That... How did you meet me?"

"I'm 'Ji'..."

Just three words, all joy is swept away, yes, how can I forget... Amy looked at her toes, still not having the courage to accept that her best friend was gone.

"Let's find a place to sit for a while", Qinglin broke the deadlock in front of him in time.

"There's a café up there, let's go there", Amy suddenly thought of her faux pas and hurriedly proposed.

"Yes"

It's always very embarrassing on the road, Amy secretly looks at the person walking in front of her, if it weren't for the accident a few days ago, I'm afraid that just walking like this would be enough to make her happy.

Walking into the shop full of pleasant coffee aroma inadvertently made Amy feel a little more relaxed.

"Let's make a window..."

At Qinglin's suggestion, the two walked to a place with a good view by the window, spacious and bright, sat down separately, and simply ordered coffee.

"Miss Amy is still a student, right?"

"Hey, how do you know!" Amy looked at Qinglin in front of her, full of mystery.

"That day, the day of the accident, I saw you and your friend in the supermarket, and their eyes met. ”

Ah, it turns out that he remembered me, great, Amy secretly rejoiced in her heart, it turned out that he had found out when I discussed them with Fei Yun that day.

Amy was still immersed in this unexpected thing, but as soon as she looked up, she saw Qinglin sitting opposite her with an indifferent face, as if she had been struck by lightning. Yes, I'm not happy to do this here, why is this happening, obviously I feel that nothing is more important than Fei Yun's departure in the past few days, I... It's really selfish...

"Miss Amy, what's wrong", looking at Amy, who was smiling, sad and blaming herself in front of her, Qinglin still looked at it coldly.

"No, it's nothing", I can't lose my temper, Amy quickly responded.

"Since I'm here today, I won't spare the circle, can you tell me about you and your best friend?"

"Well, what do you say?"

"Let's start when you meet"

Amy recalled for a while, and then began to chatter, "We met very funny, when I was late for school in the morning, at the breakfast shop, when I was about to buy breakfast to take away, a girl rushed in, wearing the same school uniform as me, and I asked for the same thing, it was quite popular, and it turned out that there was only the last one, we looked at each other, and at the same time chose to give up, and the result was the same." Coincidentally, right, we talked a lot along the way, only to find out that she was in the next class, and she didn't look at the time when she spoke, and she was late..."

Speaking of this, Amy smiled silly, very warmly, "And then oh, we always meet at the store where we first met, go to school together, go home together..."

There are always memories that feel the same warmth, even if it's different scenes and characters.

Slowly, the person in Amy's mouth has inadvertently walked together for three years since they met for the first time, they went shopping together, watched movies together, watched handsome guys together, cried together, and laughed together. They never quarreled, and it felt like nothing could separate them, and they believed in it until...

"That day, we made an appointment to go buy food and then come to my house to do our homework together, but... Why, why do you just get out of the supermarket and encounter such a thing, obviously... Clearly... It shouldn't be like this...", Amy sat and whimpered, but tried not to let the tears fall.

Qinglin looked at the scene in front of him and sighed, how much did he see such a scene, so that he would be as numb as he is now. However, work is still work. Qinglin stood up, sat next to Amy, and whispered, "Cry out..."

These words seemed to cast a spell, and Amy's tears could no longer be controlled, and they burst out wantonly. Qinglin raised his hand to wipe away a tear from Amy's face, tirelessly knowing that Amy had stopped the tears.

Amy found out that Qinglin had been wiping away tears for her, and her face immediately turned red. Seeing that Amy was no longer crying, Qinglin sat back in her seat. During this period, his gentlemanly behavior caused a burst of admiration from the others who at first thought he had made Amy cry.

Qinglin looked out the window and waited for Amy to come back, the window was really good at relieving embarrassment in this kind of time, Qinglin thought lightly. Amy, who finally calmed down, looked at Qinglin opposite and didn't know what to say.

Qinglin turned his head to look at Amy, who had nothing to do in front of him, and took out a card from his pocket, with a string of numbers written on it, "This is my card number, I'll go first, I'll contact you when the book is ready", and then turned around and paid and left.

Amy, who was sitting in the same place, looked at the back of the departure with a blank expression, what is the situation...

Qinglin walked slowly, the sun was on top, the hot touch of the skin was more real than the imagined heat, the hand in the pocket, gently shook it, the same is true of human memory, often the body's memory is more specific and real than the head, just like an allergic reaction.

When he got home, Qinglin walked to his bedroom, and then opened the hand he had been holding in his pocket, and there was a thin layer of transparent liquid floating on the palm of his hand, and the paper was down, and the liquid dripped into the prepared bottle along his fingertips.

"I hope your tears are as wonderful as the stories you tell. ”