After this difficult dinner, Fang Wenke went directly to the kitchen to wash the dishes, leaving me and Zhu Yang a little time to talk alone. But Zhu Yang couldn't sit still, he had to go back to the hotel immediately, and asked me to send him to the street, and I agreed to him.

I said hello to Fang Wenke, and went out with Zhu Yang alone, but fortunately Fang Wenke didn't follow.

On the street, the night was hazy and bleak, and Zhu Yang and I walked side by side. It was eerily quiet, and I knew we were all keeping to our own inner monologue.

Zhu Yang slowed down, clasped his hands in front of his chest, took two breaths of cold air, and said intoxicatedly: "I remember when I used to go to high school, I couldn't eat in the morning because I got up too late, and then you put two peeled haode apples in my desk every day." ”

"Yes, I was afraid that you would starve at that time, so I asked my mother to prepare me two peeled apples every day." I responded.

"And yes! I was sick in high school, so you had to copy two copies of your class notes every time, but your grades didn't improve, which is interesting to think about! Zhu Yang laughed as he spoke.

"Actually, when I copied the notes at that time, I didn't think about the content of the notes, but about how touched you would be." I turned my head to stare at Zhu Yang, and I suddenly felt sorry for the lost youth of me and him.

"At that time, we had been in love for three years!" Zhu Yang froze, his voice was very gentle, gentle and lingering.

"No, two and a half years to be exact, and you betrayed me in the second half of the year." I said mockingly.

"I'm sorry, I was obsessed with ghosts at that time, and I hurt the most Haode people to me." Zhu Yang's eyes were full of apologies, but I didn't want to accept it.

"Actually, it's nothing, you have to endure being abandoned once in your life to know what you really need, which I realized when I met Fang Wenke later."

"Do you know what you need?" Zhu Yang asked rhetorically.

"I need to be loved." I replied without hesitation.

"I can love you too, as long as you come back to me." Zhu Yang suddenly became excited, and his expression was like the first time we confessed to each other.

"But what I need is Fang Wenke's love, and I have let go of the past."

"Weiming, did you really let me go completely?" Zhu Yang looked at me with some suspicion, he was still very confident in his charm.

"Laid down, long since laid down, and it was only when I found the journal I used to write for you that I realized how vulnerable love is. I recorded the three years I gave you in my diary, and when I read it again, I felt relieved and finally let go of my meaningless giving. ”

Maybe Zhu Yang was startled by my words, and he looked at me a little anxiously, as if he was afraid that I would abandon him.

"You can't think like that, you can't be so desperate, I'm sorry, can you give me another chance?" Zhu Yang's tone was pleading, with humility.

"I'm sorry, if you had kept it two months ago, maybe I would have gone out of my way to come back to you, but now I don't need it."

"Didn't you ever love me very much? Don't you love me very much-" Zhu Yang's voice became smaller and smaller, and his retention became more and more pale.

"Zhu Yang, I'm sorry! I admit that I used to love you very much, even knowing all your likes and dislikes, knowing what brand of clothes and mobile phone you love, knowing your habit of adding two spoonfuls of sesame seeds to a bowl when eating noodles, knowing that you always have to dip your fries in mashed potatoes when you go to KFC; In the same way, I would go a few blocks away to buy a bowl of soy milk because of your words, and I would think about it for a whole semester for one of your birthday presents. However, Aiqing ran out of energy in my endless efforts, and I was too tired. "I don't know where I got the courage to suddenly complain about what I've been holding back for so long.

I looked at Zhu Yang with the street lamp, the corners of his eyes were moist, and he cried, and he couldn't cry.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know I used to be such a bastard, I actually ignored so many of your feelings." Zhu Yang collapsed and squatted on the ground, like me who had been abandoned at the beginning.

Looking at his fragility, at this moment, I don't even feel sad, or even relieved.

I held out my hand and motioned for him to get up.

"Weiming, I will compensate you, use everything I have to compensate you, don't be so ruthless." After Zhu Yang staggered to his feet, he once again expressed his determination to me.

"Xiexie, but I don't need it anymore; In fact, I should thank you, thank you for appearing at my most beautiful age and giving me the most poignant feelings, although that relationship was painful, but I am very happy. ”

With that, I took the journal out of my bag.

"Take this diary! It's kind of a souvenir, and I don't think I'll need it anymore. I handed the notebook to Zhu Yang.

The diary is something I have already put in my bag, because I have to return this diary full of painful memories to Zhu Yang, along with my love.

Zhu Yang was stunned, his small eyes stared at the diary in my hand, and he refused to take it.

I touched Zhu Yang twice with the notebook, and he took the diary with some trepidation.

He stood there without a soul, holding the book with both hands, he wanted to open it, but he never had the strength, as if his whole shijie was heavy.

I think Zhu Yang should know that taking over this diary will mean the complete end between me and him. I give him back this broken heart, and he should give me back his freedom.

However, Zhu Yang, who was expressionless, suddenly turned around and walked towards the direction of the street step by step, he no longer needed my company, and he didn't even say anything to Zaijian, so he said goodbye to me.

I watched his tall back, growing smaller, like an eagle with broken wings, fleeing into the wilderness.

It turns out that rejecting a person is such a feeling, such a relief.

I turned around and walked back to Fang Wenke's house in the opposite direction to Zhu Yang.

The way home was too quiet to hear a trace of noise, only the sound of his own small footsteps rubbing against the ground.

When I was about to arrive at the door, I stood outside and watched the hall in the house brightly lit, I guess Fang Wenke was still cleaning up the kitchen!

I ran forward quickly, but I was attracted by the huge trash can at the door, a large bouquet of roses was lying quietly in the trash can, the roses were bright and dripping, and it looked like it had been packaged an hour or two ago.

I walked over to the trash can, picked up the large bouquet of abandoned roses, and found a colored card tucked in the center of the flower.

Leaning on the painting screen and thinking about the past is not empty, recalling the words of lovesickness at that time, weeping willows and silk branches, and butterflies in the courtyard - Zhu Yang This is Nalan Xingde's poem, I remember.

I think this bouquet of roses must have been prepared by Zhu Yang before he came, but because Fang Wenke was also there, he had to throw away the bouquet and end the life of this large number of roses.

But that's fine, love and bouquet die together.

At this time, Fang Wenke suddenly opened the door from the inside, he saw me standing at the door, and said, "Why did you come back!" If you're a little later, I'm going to go crazy! ”

I put down the rose in my hand and rushed to Fang Wenke's arms, I hugged him tightly, using all my strength.