She didn't know what to think, she clasped her hands on her chest, and on her head there was an extra baseball cap with gold thread outlining the empire, which obviously belonged to him, and an extra gray scarf around her neck. The pen %fun %www.biquge.info head bowed slightly, staring at the tips of his shoes and walking slowly and aimlessly on the streets of Seoul at night.

Behind her, he watched ahead, following her footsteps.

Seoul, the city that never sleeps, doesn't know why it has become bleak tonight, unpopulated and lifeless.

The only thing on the street is their presence and the faint yellow streetlights.

The two were less than ten meters apart

One ago

One after ......

Through the baseball cap, she could be seen crying, tears wetting her long black eyelashes.

Piling up a thin layer of dust on the ground as her tears became "clean"

Because, she cried very badly.

Tears hit the ground like an endless flood.

It seems to be hungry, it should be hungry.

She entered a small stall.

The paving sounds like they're them.

It's all so silent.

The boss saw her walk in and gave her a warm reception: "Excuse me, what to eat?"

"Hot noodle soup"

Cold......

The boss could only nod and turn away.

As the boss left, her cherry lips opened... I don't know if there's anything you want to say.

However, she did not say it, and the words came to her mouth and swallowed again.

"Another lovelorn, hey......"

Feel free to sit in a position by the window

Tilt your head slightly and look at the deserted street......

Then...

He also walked in, as if he had a heart, and did not look around for any trace of her.

Slowly... Slowly he sat across from her, his eyes on her, and his eyes were so gentle, warm, and heartwarming.

The tip of the nose also turned reddish due to the cold wind.

The two of them didn't say anything, and just stayed quietly.

Until... The owner puts the hot noodle soup on the glass table.

"What do you eat?"

He didn't answer, his gaze slowly shifting from her... It was placed in that ordinary bowl of hot noodle soup.

She...

Remember what I like to eat?

He felt colder and colder, and his hairs stood on end, and he didn't know why.

As a man who bleeds without tears, he felt the urge to cry.

Because...

He remembers... What I like to eat.

"Excuse me... What you want to eat. ”

The boss looked at this scene, sighed and shook his head.

"Ahh Clear soup noodles, thank you..."

Hearing this...

Her body trembled slightly, and she suddenly turned her head to look at him with her complicated eyes.

"Remember? You remember! I still remember! ”

"But... What is our relationship? ”

She didn't choose not to look at him deliberately, just like that, with a cold face that rejected people thousands of miles away, she looked at him like this, looked at him intently, and looked at him with complicated eyes.

He...

He just smiled slightly, lowered his head and began to eat.

That's right, hot noodle soup is his favorite noodle dish.

That's right, the hot noodle soup is what she ordered for him.

That's right, it's the subconscious in the depths of memory.

In fact, she was too late to react, at that time...

She didn't know why, and she wanted to cry again.

He devoured the ordinary, but unusual, bowl of hot noodle soup.

Because... He hadn't eaten for three years since he left.

Food is not important, it is the people who are important.

Without her presence, the hot noodle soup has lost its original allure.

The boss kept watching, and quickly cooked the clear noodle soup and handed it to the table.

At this time, he had already eaten the whole bowl of hot noodle soup after gobbling it up, and then looked at her.

"Young man, women have to coax more, they can't be cold like this, if there's anything, just talk about it." The boss sighed and expressed his inner thoughts before leaving.

She...

I don't know if it's because of the difference between these two bowls of noodles or because of the boss's words.

She cried...

She felt a lot of pain in her heart, a lot of pain, a lot of pain.

However, in addition to the pain, she felt happy.

Shedding tears, bowing his head and eating noodles.

"Salty..."

She seemed to go back to the past, he was coaxing himself, and he couldn't help but whisper.

With the arrival of these words, the face suddenly became rosy, like a red Fuji apple, red.

Why is it salty?

That's because tears are salty.

With tears in her eyes, she devoured the whole bowl of noodles as quickly as he did.

After eating, leave the store quickly.

Until, standing outside the door, she found that no money had been given.

Stop.

Turn around.

In the whole line of sight, there was only his presence, as if some shop had disappeared.

Because, he blocked her view.

"I gave... Instinctive memory, isn't it? ”

His vocal cords are a little torn, I don't know if it's because he's working too stage or something else?

She could feel his tenderness, just from these few simple words.

Nothing has changed.

Hearing this...

Still expressionless, she turned around and took a step, continuing on her way.

He smiled slightly, and followed...

Light a cigarette and follow her closely, because, she doesn't like the smell of smoke, it's her habit.

However, a cigarette after a meal is also his habit.

Looking at her as she walked slowly ahead.

He had a lot to say to her, but... I can't open my mouth at all.

Because I don't know where to start.

"I love you..."

She stopped.

Maybe... This sentence touched the depths of her heart.

Her mind went blank and she didn't know how to answer.

Once again, tears flowed uncontrollably.

She didn't dare to wipe away her tears.

Because she was afraid, afraid that he would see that kind of action.

He also stopped.

Didn't turn around.

That's it...

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Five seconds later...

She took another step.

He followed again.

"What the hell is he trying to do? Compound? ”

"If you still love me, why did you leave without a sound?"

"Why hasn't there been a single text message, not a single phone call, for three years?"

"I haven't changed my phone, why didn't you notify me as soon as I came back?"

"What the hell are you hiding from me?"

"Why?"

"So, how do you want me to believe that you still love me?"

She felt very tired and annoyed, her eyelids were heavy, and she dragged her tired body, and just like that, step by step.

She also didn't know how long she walked until, the familiar streets, the familiar buildings.

She realized that she was already home soon.

She knew that she had to turn around and ask him, what did he really want to do?

She had to get an answer, an answer that she was happy with.

Stop. Pause your body.

Sakura's lips opened slightly, and she said in a somewhat deep voice, "Do you have anything to say?" ”

In the moment of waiting for him to speak, she was fantasizing, fantasizing about the satisfactory answer, anxiously waiting for an answer

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"I don't..."

"No... I just want to send you home...", with a begging look in his eyes.

But he wanted to say, let's go home.

However, after all, this sentence was not spoken, and he didn't know why, but he couldn't say it when the words came to his lips, and a strange feeling prevented him from saying this.

That's right, there was only begging in his eyes, that pathetic begging. "It's late, I'm worried about you. ”

She smiled, smiling with such a frosty face, smiling so sadly.