My whole body trembled with excitement, now Hu Siling has long been forgotten by me outside the nine nights, and the Yiren I miss is right in front of me, where can I still hold it?

My footsteps naturally moved to her side, and when I reached her eyes, I calmed down, and sat down in front of her, regardless of whether she agreed or not.

She listened, looked up, and met my eyes, and our eyes could no longer be separated. Judging from her appearance, she has not changed, she is still the same as when she left a year ago, her demeanor is still the same, and her beauty is the same.

In the middle of the night, I broke the silence with a playful question.

"Beauty, wait for someone?"

"You're smart."

The familiar line that came out of her mouth once again silenced the two of us. She just looked at me quietly and didn't stir up the topic first. After a long time, the peace was broken by me again.

"Are you okay?"

"Okay, what about you?"

"Me? …… It's a good life. ”

Silence again.

"Why did you change your phone number?"

"Why did you change your phone number?"

Almost in unison, the two of us asked this sentence together after a long silence.

The two couldn't help but smile at each other for each other's tacit understanding, laughter was really an embarrassing lubricant, and after laughing, we couldn't help but talk more casually. But I opened it first.

"Sitting here for so long, are you waiting for me?"

"You want to be beautiful."

"You're wrong, you definitely haven't thought about it, I'm telling you that it's never beautiful, it's bitter."

"How bitter?"

"It's so bitter that I cry."

"Tears?"

Let's put it this way, the bitterness of coffee can make people cry when they are caught off guard, but this tear is an instinctive reaction that cannot leave anything in the heart. And the bitterness of thinking will make you cry from your heart, and those tears will be poured on your heart one by one, making your heart as clear as a peeled apple. ”

"Since it's so bitter, then don't think about it, wouldn't it be better to just forget about it?"

"I ask you: Can you forget to breathe while you live?"

"Nerves."

"Forget you, I can't breathe."

She cursed the word nerve, and her face was fine until I said that I couldn't breathe, and her lips began to tremble. She had been sitting quietly until she was no longer calm, and tears began to flow down her delicate face.

"You know what? I haven't seen you for a year, but I didn't expect that you, the fox, have refined so much that you can travel through time and space to be an unpredictable prophet. ”

She didn't speak, just looked at me with tears in her eyes, as if she was crazy.

"Don't cry, it's not going to look good to cry like this. It's strange, how do you know I'm thinking about you, and you still come out of my heart all at once? ”

As soon as I finished speaking, she suddenly stood up from her position, walked around the table, walked in front of me, threw herself into my arms, and then burst into tears, crying so unscrupulously.

I hugged her and felt that she was really a well-behaved vixen at this time. Oh no, the fox fur ran into my eyes, itchy, it made people want to cry.

Just hugged her like that, let her cry well, and everyone around her cast intricate eyes. If this was left in the past, I would definitely feel very embarrassed, but at this time I don't care at all, I just rejoice to be able to hug her again, and all the grievances of the past seem to be remembered.

Holding her, smelling her hair, gently stroking her fragrant shoulders with his hands, I really want time to freeze here, freeze it for a lifetime.

It was a long time before she realized her gaffe and left my arms with a red face. I sat back in my seat, gently combed my hair with my hands, and looked at me as if I was going to be stupid again.

"Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?"

The two of us asked the same question again in unison, and we smiled at each other.

"You speak first."

"Let's talk about it first."

"Lady first, you say it first."

The phrase "lady first" came out of my mouth involuntarily, and after saying it, I remembered the lady who left her a message before, and changed the situation, but this sentence is still practical, and our Chinese words are really broad and profound.

"I'm waiting for someone here, what about you?" Wait for others? Who was she waiting for? Could it be the Mercedes-Benz man I saw outside Yuewang Temple before? Is she really with him?

"I'm here to find someone."

The two quickly realized that there was something in each other's minds, and the two hearts, which were very close, suddenly distanced themselves, and the emotion just now turned out to be just a flash in the face, which was distressing.

"You're looking for a girl, right?" This time, she opened her mouth first.

"Yes, a friend who is kind to me."

"Girlfriend?"

"It's not."

"Did you buy this dress for her?"

"It's going to be given to her."

"Hypocrisy, isn't it a girlfriend who still gives her clothes? Why haven't you sent me clothes before? ”

She was right, I really hadn't given her clothes before, not that I didn't give them, but there were too few opportunities for the two of us to go shopping together. When I went to buy a swimsuit, she bought it all, and I couldn't buy her another one, wouldn't that be too wasteful? How can a couple's outfit come out with one more piece?

"I can give you this dress if you like it."

"I'm not uncommon to give things to others."

"That's right, you have someone to send it now, it will definitely not be rare."

"Of course."

"It was sent by the Mercedes man, right? Looking at your outfit, you're quite rich, you must have spent a lot of money, right? It seems really comfortable to be a rich wife, well, yes, really good. ”

"You ......"

"I won't bother you, you can continue to be your rich wife." Hundreds of days and nights of lovesickness, but this is the result, what else can I say? It was she who made me believe in love, but she made me no longer believe in love, can this be called: success is also Xiao He, defeat is also Xiao He? This time I think I'm using the metaphor right, but what if I use it wrong? I don't care, let it be.

"You...... Bastard...... Stand still. She shouted this sentence with a crying voice, and I couldn't help but stop, she had never been so excited in my previous dealings with her. Am I wrong to blame her? But why didn't she come to me for almost a year?

"If you tell me to stop, I'll stop, then wouldn't I ......" I really can't say it, because the tears on her face have given me enough face.

I had to retreat, sit back in my seat, and watch her cry quietly, but when she saw that I was not leaving, she cried even more, as if she wanted to cry out all the endless grievances in her heart.