I never thought that the distance of a road could be so long that it aroused my anxiety, and I didn't even dare to stop on the way, so I could only keep going. Until I saw unknown trees and sparse cars growing on both sides of the road. The bottom of my heart suddenly felt very uncomfortable, and the further I went, the stronger the feeling became, but I couldn't control the pace of moving forward.

It was as if someone was pulling forward with a thread wrapped around my body and neck, so it wasn't that I didn't want to give up, it was that he didn't give me a chance.

Suddenly I jumped into a house that looked like a landscape painting, and I stopped, and this should be the place.

So, I clutched on to my bag strap and hesitated, trying to figure out how to answer his first question.

That's how the dialogue should be.

"Why are you here?"

"Because you're not going to answer my calls."

"How do you know I live here?

"Because I secretly wrote down your home address."

Or the second sentence, "Let's go!" I am tired. ”

So how do I answer? Maybe pretend to be stupid.

Raised his hand and scratched the hair on his forehead, it felt a little difficult. Especially in the distance that is not far from him, he desperately tells himself not to care about the gap in reality.

The result backfired.

I must admit that all the self-deception before going out was completely destroyed at this moment.

It turned out that I was so scared to approach anything but him.

This afternoon, I squatted on the side of the road until the sky was so dark that it was dull, and I sat directly on the ground when my legs were numb, and I still didn't find a decent excuse to convince myself.

Just a few minutes ago, I saw Uncle Li driving a black car out of it slowly, and at this moment, if it were replaced by a bright and straightforward girl who dared to act boldly, she would stop the car. So, I should do it.

Unexpectedly, I subconsciously jumped behind the low bushes and hid, and fled with a speed that surprised me.

Because when I saw Qian Mao, he sat quietly in the back, like a noble and inviolable actor in a movie.

That's right, I'm afraid that he will use this unreachable identity to appear in front of me who has been waiting for hours.

In addition to the beauty of the faintly glowing street lamps, the strange and familiar feeling really made me lose my confidence for a moment.

It's like when he looks to the right in the car, he can't see me hiding in the bushes on the left.

And I, who know everything, have no chips to pierce.

I think if there is a crack around me, I really want to get into it right away and never come out.

This meeting, which I took the initiative but ended without a problem, ended with a damned inferiority complex and various reasons that I had to take into account.

I buried my head in the cloth shoes that had been unrecognizable under my feet, and thought about it carefully, so I might as well quickly leave this suffocating and frustrating place.

After walking along the street lights for a long time, I was not afraid of strange people suddenly jumping out of empty intersections.

Just pray that you don't meet Qian Mao who has returned.

On this day, allow me to be completely inferior.

I forgot how long it was, and while sighing thoughtfully, I took a detour to avoid a chance to meet Qian Mao.

I forgot that the purpose of this trip was to meet him.

Turning the corner, I saw flashing lights on the opposite road. Instead of choosing to be afraid, I remembered the five minutes I had hugged him downstairs at home.

It's short and long, and the reason why that moment will push him away first. I believe that the reasons for this are enough to remember for a long time, if not needless to say.

So I found a place where it was dark and no one could see me and sat down, so I should take a break.

Because I'm so tired, so tired.

As for why he was so bold and dared to get carried away at an empty intersection. It's all about not watching horror movies.

What sustains me is definitely not the frustration of being powerless.

I took my phone out of my trouser pocket and looked at it, and at nine-ten, I decided to sit for another five minutes and start again, not to consume my ridiculous self-esteem in this place.

I was just suddenly startled by the jumping object in my hand, and when I opened it, the caller ID didn't surprise me.

Because I have been repeating this name in my head all day, I don't have the kind of longing that if I don't see each other for a day.

At the same time, a hey sounded, as if he and I had forgotten the next brewing line, so we were silent for a few seconds.

He was the first to break it, where are you.

I looked around at the unfamiliar and somewhat dark movie background and whispered, home.

oh

What's wrong.

No, I just wonder why you can't even have a phone call when I've been gone for a few days. His light tone did not carry the slightest accusation or emotion.

Love is probably an iced cola in the summer and a hot milk tea in the winter, which may seem inconsequential, but you only know its importance the moment you get your hands on it. So my smile at the moment is not afraid of other meanings, that is, I simply don't know what to do. Or that you surrendered first, not because you satisfied my psychology and made me happy.

That is, I want to worry about you a little more.

And the so-called happiness should be the feeling of satisfaction and peace of mind when you look at the full battery of your mobile phone.

It's not so singable and earth-shattering.

And then the laughter that came out of the earpiece,

Wang Qi, what do you think will happen if we go back to the age of thirteen?

Well, I don't think so.

Why.

At that time, I was only thinking about how to approach you, and so did you. Two people standing in the same position and cautiously cannot take the risk of overcoming the obstacle before the other person prompts them.

He sighed heavily on the other end of the phone, yes, he had spent too much thought at the time, and he forgot the most important steps.

In fact, even if we do it all over again, we will still develop into what we are today in the same way.

In retrospect, it may have been too naïve. Desperate to pretend to be strange in front of you, I was as happy as a child who had tasted honey when I began to find that your eyes had stayed on me from one day onwards when I began to look out the window.

I remember that on the first morning after the January exam, I walked through the long corridors and stairs with the physics exam paper, but stopped at the door of the class.

It's not that I suddenly remembered what I didn't do and forgot to tell my physics teacher.

It's the person who has never dared to face it, and he just lies on the desk unguarded and pretends to sleep. Her slender fingers covered her soft black hair, and her white coat danced in the breeze from the window.

I just looked at him so unscrupulously, every detail was so clearly depicted in my eyes.

There are no words to describe the feeling of being clung to as if the ghost was being pinned to the wall by a wizard and could not move.

It's not that I don't know the existence of this person, and it's not that I don't know how popular he has become in the girl's mouth.

It seems that everyone likes the kind of person who looks glamorous and can't get it by all means, especially me who walks in the dark for a long time and longs for light and cracks all the time. Therefore, in the dark corner, looking at you in the distance against the light, radiating light, I didn't want to go away.

Due to the influence of my aunt, I know very well that my emotional intelligence is not low. The odds of success are almost zero.

So proximity becomes the biggest problem.

In the month and a half of standing still, I tried all the possibilities and risks of sparks that would collide with each other. But every time you think about the worst possible outcome, you will be disgusted, and you will give up.

I can't allow myself to make the slightest mistake, it would be too costly.

Because, I'm afraid of failure.

This article is from Reading Rim Novels