CHAPTER XXII

Fang Yi looked at the red apple in front of him and was confused. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 He blinked, staring directly at the girl in front of him, her hair was shoulder-length, unrepaired for a long time, a little messy, her face was transparent and slightly haggard.

After He Xiaowan put the apple in his hand, he glanced away, "Happy Christmas Eve." Thank you for waiting for me so long. His voice was not as high as usual, and his tone was weak. Initial recovery from a serious illness.

Every day, he would come to the front of his house, from 10 a.m. to the afternoon, holding a black umbrella until the snow was piled up and slid down from the front. When she woke up, it was Aunt Chen who told her about the daily wait.

She covered her face and choked up. Fang Yi, I'm not worth it for you.

She decided to see him, and she didn't know why, but she always felt that, at least, she wanted to see him.

The snow was still falling, falling on his shoulders. The moment he reached out to pick up the apple, the umbrella had already been thrown by him in the snow. The unique black color is incompatible with this white world.

He took a deep breath and suddenly smiled, "You too, safe and sound." ”

Hearing his laughter, He Xiaowan's eyes fell on his face, the cyan color under his eyes showed his exhaustion, and that faint smile was an eyesore. She reached for his eyes, took a few steps closer, and buried herself in his arms.

She didn't know why she was suddenly so hypocritical.

The footsteps crushed the snow and made a creaking sound, as if a handful of glass slag was rubbed into my heart, and even breathing hurt.

Fang Yi raised his hand around her waist, buried his head in her neck, and hugged her tightly. Her vision was covered by her little hands, and she simply closed her eyes and turned into pitch black. In the darkness, the brightest light is her shadow.

"Xiao Wan, it's good to see that you're okay. ”

Song Ze put the apple on the table, looked at the empty dormitory, and suddenly thought of Fang Ke's home again. After looking at the time, it was six o'clock in the afternoon, and he hadn't left work yet.

She crouched down, rested her chin on the table, stared at the red fruit for a long time, pouted, stood up, took the prettiest one, put it in her bag, took the security key from the drawer, stuffed it in her pocket, turned off the light and pulled the door out.

As soon as she left the dormitory, she felt the cold wind howling and wrapped her scarf in an extra circle. Walking on the road, there are many people in the school holding apples or carrying gift boxes, some are walking alone, maybe to give to others, maybe to receive gifts, and some are two people, couples, girlfriends, brothers, talking and laughing. The atmosphere of this festival is too rich to be true.

Out of school, the streets are more bustling and lively. At this time, the students are out of class, the staff is off work, and the lights are bright.

She walked all the way downstairs to the community, followed the flow of people into the elevator, pressed the 32nd floor, the people in the elevator began to chat, she buried her head in the corner, silent.

When she arrived, there was a boy in the elevator in addition to her, who seemed to be a college student, and when he saw that she was leaving, he grabbed her and startled her, and then there was an extra apple in his hand.

The boy bent his eyes and smiled, "Classmate, happy Christmas Eve, bye." He waved his hand, and the elevator doors slammed shut.

Song Ze was stunned, smiled, turned around and took out the key to open the door.

It was dark in the room, and sure enough, he hadn't returned. Song Ze felt the switch on the wall next to the door, turned on the light, and the sudden light made her squint.

It's still the same as before, as clean as ever. She changed her shoes, put her bag on the couch, put the apple in her hand on the table, walked to the refrigerator, opened it and looked at it. There were a few bottles of drinks in it, and there were scattered eggs, and he was so busy, he shouldn't eat much at home.

Make him a meal and give it as a gift.

Probably she forgot about it herself, she was still angry with him.

I went downstairs to the nearby supermarket to buy vegetables and came back, and after a busy time, the sumptuous dishes were put on the table. She looked up at the time, it was almost nine o'clock, and he should be back. Thinking about it, she packed up her things, took out the apples in her bag and put them on the table, and hurried away.

Fang Ke talked about a business, there is no company prosperity in City B in City C, the branch has just started, he is not afraid of such a storm, but, I heard that there are some problems in the head office of City B.

He had to go back.

He dragged his tired body home, and as soon as he opened the door, he smelled the smell of food, and he was stunned, although he felt that it was impossible. But he quickly changed his shoes and strode to the dining table, it was a hearty dinner, and it seemed a little cold. He trembled a little, but he still couldn't hold back his emotions and smiled like a child who had received a beloved toy.

He ran out and looked, but he didn't find the man he wanted to see. He opened the door again, came in, sat down at the table, picked up the dishes and chopsticks, and ate them.

Little fool one!

After eating his fill, he washed the dishes, and then came out of the shower, and he sat on the couch with the apple in one hand, turned on the TV, but did not watch it. Staring at the apple that was no different from usual, looking left and right, and then taking a bite into it.

There was plenty of juice, spreading a little along his face, and he raised his hand, wiped it with his fingers, and looked at the TV. The news is showing the Christmas carnival in the United States.

He picked up his phone, dialed a number, and put it to his ear to listen.

Song Ze listened to words with headphones, and Du Ming asked her to learn English well, saying that there are many places where she needs to speak in English in the future, so she began to learn words. Suddenly, there was a murmur in the headphones, which was electrical interference.

She glanced to the side, and the phone screen lit up, and the word "Fang Ke" danced on it. She was stunned, took off her headphones, and picked them up.

"Hello?"

"Song Ze, I want to see you. The voice on the other end of the phone was full of joy, which made her nose sour instantly, I don't know whether she was happy or sad, and her eyes were a little astringent.

She sniffed, "Well, okay." ”

After so long in the cold war, she finally didn't suppress her emotions, she didn't care what he did to her, nor did she care if he would be responsible for herself, what she wanted to escape and what she wanted was just that beating heart.

So what flows in the fresh liquid is not deep love?

It turned out that her understanding of love had reached such an extent! Even she felt incredibly paranoid.

"Song Ze, I'm sorry. Also, thank you for the dinner, it was delicious. Fang Ke stared at the half-bitten apple in front of him and said, "The apple is a smiling face that is frozen red in winter, it looks cold, but it is actually warm. ”

Song Ze laughed out loud on the other end, was he telling himself that it was very warm? She held the mobile phone in one hand, turned off the computer with the other, plugged the headphones into the mobile phone, put them on, then wrapped them in the quilt, closed her eyes, "Fang Ke, let me sing you a song." ”

We don't talk about it, the topic of escape is not to touch, there is no need to hold on to those things.

Fang Ke listened to the soft humming from there, turned off the TV and walked into the room, lay on the bed, and closed his eyes, as if this would take away his tiredness.

The other end of the phone is singing softly, "If you like you, just treat me as you, and we will be together, breathing, quiet and neat......"