Walking into the café, Xu Yao chose a very close position, because Lin Yuner is a female star, at least she has to take care of her. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But he could see her just by standing out the window today, and the person who chose the seat didn't know what kind of mind he had in mind.

He gentlemanly pulled out the chair for her, and she sat down very ladylikely.

The waiter walked over and said, "What do you want?" ”

"Please give us a cup of black coffee, a cup of cappuccino, a little more sugar and milk for the cappuccino." Lin Yuna ordered from the waiter according to her memory.

"Don't want a cappuccino, just replace the cappuccino with a mocha, it's too sweet and greasy, I'm not used to it." Xu Yao said suddenly.

"Is that so?" The waiter asked hesitantly.

"As he said, a cup of black coffee, a cup of mocha, thank you." Lin Yun'er was stunned for a moment and said dejectedly.

"Okay, customer Nim, please wait." The waiter turned sideways, leaving him and her to sit across from her.

The two were silent, and it was only when the waiter brought the coffee that Lin Yuna broke the silence.

"When did you first like this?" Lin Yun'er asked hesitantly, "Didn't you always dislike it before?" "In the past, Xu Yao especially liked to eat sweet things, and bitter food was simply his nightmare.

"It's been early, I can't remember."

"Why don't I know?" Lin Yun'er said, and then regretted that she was not his person to ask such a question...... It's too reckless.

"You've only been involved in my life for six months." Xu Yao took a sip of coffee, felt the bitterness and mellowness between his lips and teeth, frowned slightly, and said slowly.

It's been six months, but I've spent almost six years, and I haven't forgotten it.

It is said that love is very short, but forgetting is very long, and the longing grows exponentially during this time until I meet you again.

After all, it's a mess.

Lin Yun'er stirred the coffee in the cup, not in the mood to taste it.

She noticed his slightly furrowed brow, and listening to his answer, she couldn't help but have a thought in her heart: "He's lying." "Yes, when he is sad, he always wants to cover it up, and he always lies deliberately, not wanting others to see his sadness, and not wanting others to step into his feelings.

In this way, he always told lies that made him uncomfortable and made her feel distressed. He's always like that, and when he's sad, he wants to disguise.

However, once upon a time, as long as she looked into his eyes and watched his every move, she could tell whether he was lying or not, and she could tell at a glance.

Now, why, she looked into his eyes, watched his every move, but could no longer see what it looked like.

She could no longer tell whether his every word, every action, his lies, his disguises, was true or false.

"Actually, after you get used to eating sweet and greasy things, it doesn't matter if you taste a little bitterness. But after tasting it, I realized that the bitterness is also very good, at least after the bitterness, it will be very sweet. Xu Yao said.

"Is it true?" Lin Yun'er moved her lips and spit out these words.

"Five years, three months and twenty-nine days, what a long time. Scientific research, as long as you stick to a thing for twenty-one days, it will become a temporary habit, and if it lasts for ninety days, then it will naturally become your daily habit. Do you know how many habits I have developed in more than five years? The corners of Xu Yao's mouth rose slightly, with mockery.

But his heart was bitter, and he was used to not having her voice in his ears, and he used it for a year; Accustomed to having no more greetings from her sooner or later, he used it for a year; used to spend the festival alone, and he spent a year; Accustomed to the absence of her around, he used it for a year.

Accustomed to her not being by his side, he spent three years, used to missing her, and always was.

Later, it was customary to think of her in the evening, in the middle of the night; Accustomed to being on the roof, by the pool, missing her; Accustomed to hearing her in the mind, in the heart, inadvertently; It is customary to see her face at night when there are stars and moon.

Later, he had to spend the rest of his life getting used to her in the depths of his mind, but he couldn't remember it.

The old tree in front of the door has shed its leaves and sprouted new shoots; The flowers in front of the court are thankful and blooming; Migratory birds move north and south; People on the streets left and came back. Everything is renewed, everything is changing.

Everything is in the leaky net of time, slowly being parsed, slowly being separated, and slowly leaking out of the pores. Slowly, slowly changing.

Therefore, no one dares to say that it can beat time.

Even Florentino, after all that time, could not make Fermina fall in love with him.

Time is changing, he is changing, maybe he has changed his tastes. Lin Yun'er thought like this, a little sad, it turned out that the two of them had changed.

Actually, he hasn't changed. If Lin Yun'er had an inquiry, she would know what flavor Xu Yao liked. She would have known that for dessert he prefers fruit, and for cappuccino he prefers mocha. He doesn't love sweets, but he's used to them.

But this habit was made by Lin Yun'er. Because as long as she gave it to him, even if he didn't like it, he would eat it with a smile.

It's a pity that Lin Yun'er never knew.

Xu Yao looked at Lin Yun'er's eyes and looked directly at her without dodging.

Years ago, his stupidity, his weakness, his innocence, under her gaze, seemed to have nothing to hide, and she was in full view.

Now, he was finally able to look at her directly and hide his emotions in the deepest depths, and he was finally able to play this scene well after practicing the plot for so long.

If we meet again, it will be just a mature performance. So, I said not to meet again. He knew that no matter how sincere or fake she was, he would definitely act well. Because he can't let her know that he still misses her and that he's still waiting for her.

Like K said, she has her life, he has his life, and he can't be trapped in their old days. He will meet many people, and those people may never be as perfect as her, and they will never be as beautiful as her, but he will eventually meet another person, and perhaps he will forgive all the difficulties that life has done to him.

I can't see through this missed fate, and I can't break free from the web of suffering and triviality.

Met, separated.

What is missed, it has been missed.

That man, the one I loved the most.

That person, the one who hurt me the most.

That person, the one I still love.

That person, the one I can no longer love her.

That person, the one I longed for her happiness.

That person, the one I finally decided to forget in the middle of the night.

That person, the one I never crossed paths with again.

That person is the one who will disappear after all.

Also, after all, I'm going to die.