In Cheng Jiayi's mind, there are many, many things that are equated with Shu Hang, and you can't help but think of him when you mention it, and "watching horror movies together" is one of the top ones. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info is a pattern that she is still reluctant to break.

She can watch movies that aren't horror movies with others, and she can also discuss the plot and feelings with people who have also watched this horror movie, but she can't accept that the person sitting next to her and watching a horror movie with her is not Shu Hang.

She was afraid, more afraid than afraid of the ghosts suddenly popping out of the screen, and more afraid that when she blocked her vision with her palm, when she pushed the person next to her to listen to the commentary, what she heard was no longer the voice that Shu Hang had changed from pampering to impatience over the years, and then she needed to put down the blocked palm to accept the fact that the person around her would never be him again.

Cheng Jiayi didn't dare, she didn't want to hurt Ye Qingyun, and she didn't want to transfer her dependence on Shu Hang to him, that would make her have an illusion, and this illusion would be unfair to anyone.

And with the current situation, it seems that there is no way to say that the wound in his heart has not healed.

Back at home, Cheng Jiayi went to take a bath in silence, and when he came out and saw that the light in Ye Qingyun's study was still on, he hesitated for a moment, but went to the door and said to him, "Good night." ”

Ye Qingyun turned around: "Come in and stay with me for a while?" ”

Cheng Jiayi bit her lower lip and looked hesitant.

Ye Qingyun pointed to the book on the side: "Aren't you reading "Butterfly Dream"?" ”

Cheng Jiayi stood at the door and squirmed for a while, before finally making up his mind to sit on the sofa next to Ye Qingyun.

Ye Qingyun handed her a blanket and a book, so she found a comfortable posture and pretended to look at it seriously, but she couldn't help but glance at him out of the corner of her eye.

Thinking about the man in front of him, who has changed from his best friend to her boyfriend, there is always a feeling of unreality. And after the nominal relationship between the two people changed, it seemed that she felt shy and awkward, and there was no way to face it as generously as before.

And the long silence that was unilaterally triggered by himself just now also seemed to be a debt to him.

His eyes were falling on his elbow, but Ye Qingyun suddenly turned his head and saw that she was looking at herself, so he showed her a gentle smile.

Cheng Jiayi buried his head in a panic and went to flip through the book.

Ye Qingyun smiled: "What are you panicking about?" ”

Cheng Jiayi denied: "I didn't panic. ”

Ye Qingyun simply stopped what she was doing, turned to face her, propped one hand on the table next to her head, and put the other hand on her knee, looking at her with interest.

Although Cheng Jiayi lowered his head, he paid special attention to his every move, feeling the burning gaze he locked on him, Cheng Jiayi felt uncomfortable, and finally couldn't help but look up and ask, "Why are you looking at me?" ”

Ye Qingyun: "I just want to see my girlfriend more." ”

Cheng Jiayi: "Why are you so numb......"

Ye Qingyun: "Don't you like it?" ”

Cheng Jiayi: "I'm just not used to it...... Obviously it's just a friend in the morning......"

Ye Qingyun: "So I want to see you more, say more meaty words, and let you get used to it......"

Cheng Jiayi: "......"

Ye Qingyun smiled and rubbed the fluffy hair on the top of her head, Cheng Jiayi tried to pretend to be casual and focused on the book in his hand, flipped through a page casually, and saw a few lines of blue ballpoint pen notes in the margin, which could be recognized from the vigorous and slightly compact handwriting that it was Ye Qingyun's handwriting when he was a teenager.

She looked closely, and there was a small paragraph of text in the book that was circled by parentheses, and then it was written next to it, "Xiaoyi said that the protagonist in "Loveless" defines taking pictures with a camera as creating memories, and I really want to save money to buy her a camera." ”

Cheng Jiayi has no memory of what he once said to him, but this sentence on the note, although it is green and straightforward, can be seen at a glance that the love is sincere. So she hesitated to look up at him.

He also noticed the handwriting on the page, tilted his head to see clearly, and said with a light smile, "This...... It seems to have been written when I was a sophomore in high school, and you wrote to me that you were watching "Butterfly Dream", and you copied this paragraph to me......"

As he spoke, his finger pointed to the printed word circled by brackets, and Cheng Jiayi read it carefully: "If you can invent something...... How nice it would be to have memories in a bottle like perfume. Let the memory never disappear and never decay. Unscrew the cap when needed to bring the past to life......"

Ye Qingyun: "Hmm...... I remember when you said that it was romantic...... Then it also reminded me of the memories-making statement in "Loveless", you said that you have a lot of good memories that you want to record, but if you keep a diary, the language is not enough to express, and you really want to have a camera to freeze those good things......"

Cheng Jiayi looked at the dazzling brilliance in his eyes, as if he suddenly understood what Liu Meng said, his eyes full of love. She looked at him distractedly, from Liu Meng's side knocks, to gradual speculation and suspicion, and then to his personal confession, although he was kind to her, she could really feel it, but if she wanted to say "love", she always felt that the ethereal and illusory was not real enough.

It was not until this moment, when I witnessed him reminiscing about her, that the tender outline and affectionate eyes finally felt clearly and truly that he loved her, clear and far-reaching, rich and deep.

He was her most distinctive perfume, which had been sealed in a glass bottle for countless years, and finally, on this quiet evening in late spring, the novel she had recommended to him to read was uncapped and brought back vivid memories.

Yes, he is perfume.

The top note is the clear sweet fragrance of the apple tree outside the junior high school classroom when it blooms, very light and light, if there is a sweet fragrance that seems to be nothing, it has accompanied her for three years, and the middle note is the painful smell of the grass at the entrance of the high school when it is mowed, very astringent and astringent, if it is a fishy fragrance, there is a little bitterness left at the end, and now, precipitated into the tail note, what will be the taste of the tail note opened by love?

Cheng Jiayi was suddenly full of expectations for this relationship, she felt that she could start to forget about Shu Hang, so she raised a heartfelt smile and said sweetly to him: "Thank you for loving me!" ”

Ye Qingyun: "Huh? ”

Cheng Jiayi didn't wait for him to react, so he shyly avoided the small environment he had circled, hugged the blanket and books, and quickly rushed to the door of the study, and then turned around and said: "I'm going to sleep, work hard tomorrow, and watch horror movies together at night!" ”

After saying that, he ran away with a smoke. (To be continued.) )