- She is like a half-red green apple, hovering in the contrast between red and green, deceived by her own sweetness and sourness, and hurting herself. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Zhou Ling left in advance because of the company's temporary departure, Ye Qing wandered alone in the sea of people and could hardly find the way to come, and he couldn't see the front clearly, and his life suddenly turned gray.

A gust of wind could no longer blow her hair, but it made her ears shiver, which is the good and bad of short hair. She didn't want to go anywhere, sitting on a bench in the park and spending time decadently, she couldn't say where it hurt, she just couldn't lift her energy, and her chest was clogged. In fact, she knows the crux of the problem, that is, she is reluctant to use that "medicine".

Ye Qing sat like this for a few hours, her stomach suddenly gurgled before she came back to her senses, stood up and prepared to solve the problem of food and clothing, she had never been afraid of hunger. When she was five years old, her father died of lung cancer, and her mother cried motionless at his body for three days. That time Ye Qing was hungry for three whole days, at that time she didn't understand what death was, she just felt hungry, so hungry that she kept gnawing on her fingernails, that feeling made her crazy, and after that, she couldn't stop being hungry.

She went to the most exclusive restaurant in the neighborhood, and she needed a good meal. From now on, she must cherish herself more than before, otherwise how can she resist the all-pervading heartache.

When he met Wu Hao, Ye Qing was quite surprised. He is Zhang Yan's husband, he looks white and clean, he is very tall, his legs are even more slender, his facial features are so good-looking, he is perfect, he is like a beautiful man who walked out of the comics, Ye Qing sat in the corner of the restaurant, and she looked at him from afar.

Wu Hao walked over to her step by step, they were actually not familiar with each other, they had only met twice. Once was Zhang Yan's birthday, Lei Jing took her there, and she kept shouting that she didn't have time to prepare gifts. When Lei Jing put the gift in Zhang Yan's hand, Ye Qing kept praising him for being careful. Some of the past can't resist scrutiny, and the sweet times of the past are now recalled as hurtful fragments. That was the first time she saw Wu Hao, he was so good-looking, she remembered him once.

Another time we met because she and Zhou Ling went shopping together, but she didn't expect to meet Zhang Yan and Wu Hao, Zhou Ling and Zhang Yan are alumni, so Zhou Ling shamelessly asked Wu Hao for a treat, and he agreed with a smile. During the meal, Zhang Yan and Zhou Ling chatted happily, she had almost zero conversation with him on the side, he just glanced at her, and then smiled, Ye Qing seemed to feel that there was a bit of ridicule in his smile, and his good impression of him in his heart had diminished inexplicably. During this period, Zhang Yan didn't seem to know Ye Qing, and didn't say a word to her, which was completely different from her attitude towards her in Lei Jing's house. That meal cost almost 10,000 yuan, and when Wu Hao took out the gold card with diamonds to pay, Zhou Ling whispered in her ear: "What a hero!"

She and Wu Hao are actually not even general friends, Ye Qing doesn't know whether to say hello to him or not, maybe people don't remember her at all. When she thought so in her heart, Wu Hao was already standing in front of her with a smile. She looked up at him and smiled.

"Alone?" he asked, his voice hearty and kind.

"Hmm. She smiled and nodded.

"Me too, do you mind if I sit here?" When he said that, he was already sitting opposite Ye Qing.

He looked natural, like they were friends. So, Ye Qing also let go of his nervousness. She felt that he was also quite innocent, and perhaps no less sad than she was.

"Short hair is quite suitable for you, it looks special!" he said as he flipped through the menu, his tone sincere rather than flattering.

Ye Qing spared his short hair, and finally had a trace of comfort, and said with a smile: "Thank you, thank you......"