Business was brisk as usual at the Sunday café, and the lady was as punctual as ever, only today, after she had drunk two glasses and shot through her heart, she walked to the bar with a silky eye. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Qin Xiaoya has taken a look or two at this woman with a clear purpose and undisguised and persistent, this plump woman in her forties is well-maintained, although her facial features are too small, but her skin is white and delicate, her clothing taste is acceptable, and she has a unique charm under a closer look, but she is only a. Qin Xiaoya has seen a lot of this kind of empty and lonely rich idler, but it is rare to be so persistent in the goal like this one, and the left and right are just cheap and have fun, so why bother to bother with this effort. Qin Xiaoya's eyes swept over Chen Chu, the protagonist of the story seemed to be very dismissive of this honor of being sought after by women, and was silent with a standard professional smile on his face.

"Xiao Chen, let's have a meal together after work!" The woman couldn't help but open her mouth first.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Zhou, I still have some things to deal with after work." Chen Chu looked at her and replied with a smile on his face.

"It's okay, I can wait for you." The woman said hurriedly. Seeing that Chen Chu didn't reply, he sighed slightly, lowered his eyes and said softly: "I'm no longer Mrs. Zhou." ”

Facing the woman whose mood was gradually declining, Chen Chu did not hesitate at all: "Ms. Wang, I'm really sorry, I'm really not available today." ”

After a brief moment of speechlessness, the woman raised her eyes, her small eyes melancholy but still firm: "It's okay, I'll wait until you're free." The woman smiled and turned away, but she did not know that the smile she had left for her lover was not beautiful, pale and silent. And after the woman left, Qin Xiaoya really heard the standard waiter Chen Chu's heavy cold snort, revealing infinite disgust.

There are so many people in this world, so many plays are staged every day, every minute is a story of joys and sorrows, but most of the stories are simple and bland, after all, the marriage rate is always higher than the divorce rate, and there are many singles in pairs, but there is also no lack of plot ups and downs to subvert the counterattack, because the tricks mess up the story outline and change the protagonist's own position. In other people's stories, except for the protagonist himself, the rest are all tricks, Qin Xiaoya has a very high professional ethics for the unavoidable tricks, and she even wishes that in her own story, she is also a trickster, everything is irrelevant, and she is happy to worry. Therefore, when Chen Chu's eyes looked at her intentionally or unintentionally, and even stopped talking, Qin Xiaoya's face was more indifferent than usual, and it was more eye-catching to mark that the living should not approach.

The woman just sat in the seat facing the bar, drinking her coffee very slowly, and then and again, and again, and again, and again, Until she got off work in the afternoon, the woman hadn't moved her nest except for a few trips to the toilet. Qin Xiaoya changed her clothes in the dressing room and was about to leave, but Chen Chu, who was waiting against the opposite wall, hurriedly followed: "Qin Xiaoya, I'll send you back to school!" “

"You've found the wrong partner, take care of your own business." Qin Xiaoya passed by the front desk, and out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the woman looking this way.

The woman had stood up and walked briskly towards this side with a smile on her face. Chen Chu stopped following Qin Xiaoya's footsteps and sighed lightly: "Qin Xiaoya, can people never get rid of the past." Qin Xiaoya listened to the affirmative question behind her, and walked out of the café with an indifferent face. Get rid of the past? Since the death of her parents, every day after her has not run according to the established track of each age stage, her past is not something that a normal person can bear, even so, she never thought of getting rid of the past, not how noble she is, dare to face the bleak life, but, she is reluctant, reluctant to throw away the past, perhaps, stubborn she doesn't know what it is called reluctance.

The winter sky gets dark early, it will be completely dark, the wind in the northern winter is very distinctively cold, whistling past, Qin Xiaoya's short hair that has passed past the ears was lifted, and the exposed ears and face were even more cold and piercing. Qin Xiaoya doesn't like winter, she hates the feeling of cold, walking in such weather, her mood is boring for no reason. When people are upset, they usually reflect that they are usually a little slower, just a little slower, and Qin Xiaoya was fished into a heavy locomotive with one hand. Qin Xiaoya's skills are not weak, although she reflects that she is half a beat slower, she will not be dragged onto the locomotive. In fact, when the locomotive whistled past her like a cold wind, she instinctively dodged sideways, but unexpectedly, the hand stretched out from the locomotive tightly wrapped around her waist like an iron tong, with the speed of the locomotive, her people just sat on the locomotive without breaking free, and it happened in a moment, she quickly reached out and hit the person behind her, the person behind her snorted, the high-speed locomotive shook slightly, and the hand on her waist was loosened and grabbed the handlebar: "Qin Xiaoya, I don't mind if you die with me." Chen Chu's voice came faintly. Qin Xiaoya turned her head sideways, and the foxy peach blossom eyes in the helmet behind her smiled at her. It's been a few months, but she hasn't found the slightest hint that Chen Chu has hidden, she is secretly annoyed, and the dull days are slowly wearing down her vigilance.

"Don't think about it, I'm just a little bit of a locomotive." Chen Chu's voice was mixed with the sound of whistling wind.

In high-speed driving, the biting wind is even more like a knife, in such an extreme cold, Qin Xiaoya is calm, no matter how cold and indifferent she is, she doesn't know what to do, she is also a person who cherishes her life.

The locomotive sped along a winding road and finally stopped at the top of an unnamed hill.

Qin Xiaoya jumped out of the car and rubbed her numb face.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to give you the helmet, but I'm afraid you'll run away as soon as you stop, I'm sorry." Chen Chu took off his helmet and looked apologetic.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Qin Xiaoya's tongue was frozen, and her words were slurred.

Chen Chu smiled, and the colorful peach blossom eyes were more dazzling than the street lamp on the top of the mountain: "Qin Xiaoya, you are still more popular like this." “

Qin Xiaoya glanced at him lightly, rubbed her face and walked down the mountain, she hated people talking nonsense.

"Qin Xiaoya, I'...... Just wanted to talk to you. Chen Chu's voice became lower and lower, and finally flew away in the wind. Looking at Qin Xiaoya's back a few steps away, Chen Chu's low-hanging eyelashes covered his dazzling peach blossom eyes, casting a shadow under his eyes.

Qin Xiaoya strode forward, she had no intention or want to bear other people's secrets.

After a while, Chen Chu's locomotive stopped beside her, he took off his helmet and handed it to Qin Xiaoya, with a standard smile: "Get on the train, I'll send you back." Qin Xiaoya didn't hesitate, put on her helmet and sat behind him. The locomotive sped down the mountain, and the low sigh faded away in the roar of the engine.

After this toss, it was almost nine o'clock when Qin Xiaoya returned to school. She got out of the car away from the school and walked back slowly.