My relationship with Lin Yue is actually not incompatible, because I don't hate him, but as a senior member of the Appearance Association, I am unilaterally very satisfied with this brother who is a little cold and a little arrogant. This article was written by...... Starting

And Lin Yue, he is probably too lazy to hate me.

I remember my mother said that Lin Yue's own mother is of mixed Chinese and German descent, so he inherited a little bit of Germanic appearance, such as deep gray-brown eyes, a tall nose bridge, and a slender body that has killed countless super male models in seconds.

It's a pity that he is a stereotyped nerd, otherwise he would not have taken a first-class scholarship to study any law, and I have not even heard him fall in love for so many years.

Could it be ...... Two little men appeared in my head, and they were kissing, kissing, kissing, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing. One of the little men turned his face, it was Lin Yue.

Another little man also looked at me, and he turned out to be Yu Tian!

I gasped in fright from my terrifying imagination, and I didn't dare to look directly at Lin Yue. If he had known that I had dared to arrange him so secretly, he might have taken out some Code of Hammurabi and stoned me alive.

Since then, the word Sixi has been as immortal as cuneiform.

With this panic I carefully kept my distance from Lin Yue all afternoon, in the words of the old lady, God gave me two of the best things in the world, safe enough looks and wisdom.

It is easy to lose one's life, and those who are too smart will die early.

So, I'm safe. Then Lin Yue's life is destined to be walking on thin ice, so he chose to be pure and have few desires.

I secretly glanced at Lin Yue, pinched a sweat for him, and spent a whole casual afternoon without distraction, until the little director in the theater pinched the grass smoke and shouted a sentence.

And Lin Yue's gaze was just a regular back and forth on the thick data paper in his hand, folding into annoying straight lines.

I think I still have a bottom line, otherwise I wouldn't be so persistent in complimenting Lin Yue and not forgetting to hold the shelf all the time, and I am also paying attention to whether there will be any sporadic changes in his attitude towards me.

Of course, those are too far away.

I put on the headphones for the time being and began to listen to Kazumasa Oda, repeatedly savoring all kinds of sadism between Toari Maruko and Rika, but this balance did not last long, the music suddenly became top-heavy, I turned my head, Lin Yuezheng pulled one of my headphones, and reminded helplessly, "It's time to eat." ”

He seemed to be speaking very strictly, but I didn't listen very seriously, but asked inexplicably, "If it were you, would you choose Rika or Satomi?" ”

Lin Yue didn't answer as it should be, and I followed him to the table with my mouth slur, absent-mindedly eating a meal.

Sometimes I think that when Lin Yue is around, time seems to have been secretly pressed the fast-forward button, and every second is precious and luxurious. To avoid this luxury, or the next task of washing the dishes, I was the first to get up from the table and say that I was full and rushed into the kitchen to open the fridge for beer.

I went up to the rooftop with half a dozen beers.

This is called youth, this is called chic, this is called decadence, and this is also called presumptuousness. In short, I like the feeling of sitting on the rooftop with two swaying backs and fearing whether a pair of malicious black hands will suddenly appear behind me.

Fortunately, the beer in my hand was enough to numb the panicked nerves.

I tell myself that I am not afraid, I am not bored, I am not lonely, and of course I am not trying to escape the feeling of thinking of someone. You see, haven't I mentioned his name for a long time?

It's just that my gaze seems to be able to gather into a small dot, staring hard at more than ten meters below, as if I can reflect his pale hanging fingertips at that time, as well as those random scattered confetti.

I really want to pick it up, but I don't know if the lost memories and time can be pieced together so easily, and whether the patchwork future can be considered complete

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