Kang Ji-young, Jung so-jing, Kim Tae-yeon, Park Ji-yeon, Park Chu-long, Bae so-ji, Kim Da-soon, and the hottest hani recently,

These are some of the people I like. That's right, a very small part.

In fact, I like a lot of people, both before and now, because they're beautiful and because they're funny how they look on the show. However, everyone knows that that kind of liking is not concrete, it is completely unrealistic, and it has nothing to do with true love. To put it bluntly, it's an unrealistic fantasy, the most idiotic YY.

True liking should contain a certain depth and sincere feelings.

And the reason why I've said so much of the above is because, I think, it's time to tidy up.

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Porridge shop.

After stroking my hand, there was a crisp sound of footsteps from the spiral staircase, and the two steaming bowls of beef and vegetable porridge came to the table.

Two spoons of celadon, leaning on the rim of the bowl. Feeling a little hungry, I directly picked up the spoon, filled a spoonful of porridge, blew it casually twice, and stuffed it into my mouth. The fragrance of the teeth carried the hot breath into the throat at once. The melt-in-your-mouth beef cubes hardly need to be chewed, just spread on the tongue and wrapped casually, and then swallowed.

A sense of heat and fullness swept through the esophagus and into the stomach. Just when I couldn't get enough of feeling this pretty good porridge, I was ready to eat a spoonful. The gaze of someone on the other side made me want to laugh for a while.

"Ah, stupid, what are you laughing at. Eat it. Look at what I'm doing, do you want to give me back to give you a cooler? ”

Resting her chin on her palm, Zheng Xiujing raised her eyelids lightly to look at me and giggled in the slightest way.

Hearing me say this, this girl came to her senses. But she continued to smirk, and then pushed the bowl in front of me neatly. Grabbed the spoon with two simple and slender fingers, stirred it in the bowl aimlessly, and finally threw two words to me in a cold state.

"Blowing cool ......"

I glanced her up and down, then curled my fingers towards her forehead. Make a gesture to play.

Seeing my rapid movements, Zheng Mango, who was still very cold just now, quickly retracted her neck and turned into a stupid and honest appearance, and it took her less than two seconds.

Honestly pulled the bowl back in front of him, pouting at me. Hold the top of the spoon with four fingers. This is the way a two- or three-year-old child holds a spoon, and she is very skillful in using it.

Holding the spoon and stirring the porridge in the bowl for a while, Zheng Xiujing finally took a spoonful of porridge after I had eaten several spoonfuls. She puffed out her cheeks as much as she could at the spoonful of porridge, blew twice hard, and then ate it fiercely.

That's it. The two of us were in a state of feasting. It's quiet when I eat, and when she eats...... Let's go it.

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Great view from the window on the second floor. Pedestrians on the opposite street. Or rather, lovers, more and more. They held hands or held hands, walking towards different destinations.

Although Zheng Xiujing's momentum was very majestic when eating porridge, it was just thunder and rain. I've finished my porridge. She still has half a bowl of it.

I thought she was eating slowly, and she immediately complained that it was too hot. I rolled my eyes. Speak bluntly: Is my mouth beaten with iron, so I am not afraid of being hot?

Listen to me say this. The corners of Mango's mouth, which became more and more unhappy, twitched and was about to continue to refute. I looked at her, my eyes lit up, I raised my hand directly, and nodded at her: finish eating, talk after eating.

At this point, the puffed mango was like a deflated ball, burying his head in his porridge. However, before concentrating on eating porridge, she didn't forget to reply: For the sake of you as a patient, I won't fight with you. -- to get back to the scene.

The person who eats the porridge is eating the porridge, and the person who has finished eating turns his head to look out the window, waiting patiently.

The lights are getting brighter and brighter, and the hands between lovers are getting tighter and tighter.

I said I needed to sort things out before, but now I have a gap to tidy up.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes.

Turn back to a somewhat stiff neck, no longer look at the most beautiful December outside the window, and no longer look at the most purple and drunk Seoul outside the window.

I turned around and began to look at the most heartwarming girl in front of me, and the porridge in her bowl was almost finished.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes.

Dinner is over.

She looked up and met my staring gaze head-on, and she smiled as I curled the corners of my mouth. The smiles of the two are almost exactly the same warmth, exactly the same warmth. Unfortunately, there was only one difference that she didn't notice. That is, my smile melted into 1g of coffee.

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I've been trying to sort out my relationship with Zheng Xiujing for a long time, but as things continue to develop, I find that there are too many vines entangled in my heart.

Today, the first time we have met in a long time, I have buried something in my memory. I thought I had made up my mind to get it all sorted out. But after those eight minutes, I realized that I couldn't.

Just now, I had reached out and touched her face and comforted her. But for Zheng Xiujing, I still don't know how true and deep the feelings I have paid can be. I'm like an SB, and I don't know who else is in my memory.

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Walking down the spiral staircase, Zheng Xiujing ran to settle the bill. I didn't have to worry about paying as usual.

One position behind, looking at her at the front desk with her head bowed and swiping her card to sign, looking at her falling hair, and watching her hold the pen. I continued to laugh at the same time as the two of us, and laughed again by myself. This time, I drank the 1g of coffee that had been dissolved in it, and I laughed without any burden. The mind of laughter is ethereal and thoughtless.

Just a moment after coming down the spiral staircase, I made a choice. It's the only choice I think can be made, as it was back then.

That is, to maintain the status quo. You can have intimate contact, you can make jokes without hindrance, you can stop thinking so much, you can take care of each other more............

That's the choice I made, yes. I came back and saw each other, but I still couldn't be sure if I loved such a good mango.

I should be starting to understand, and I should be able to define myself that way. That is: not a good person, especially in terms of feelings, may not deserve love at all.

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Either way, the choice has been decided. In this way, I sorted out the relationship between the two people, and also sorted out my mood. This girl in front of me is the person I want to take care of, and this is the only thing I can be sure of at the moment. As for whether we can be together in the future, and whether she will be hurt by me again in the future...... That was a long time later, after all.

The days will go on day by day, and what will happen in the future, no one will know.

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My wide hand grasped the handle of the glass door of the porridge shop, and I pushed the door open with a slight force, and then propped it on one side, and Xiujing, who had swiped the card behind me, walked past me in a staggered step. Letting go of her hand, the fragrance of her hair next to her followed suit, and the door behind her quietly closed. Eventually, the two of us were in the middle of the street, with a cold night breeze blowing, and we were surrounded by a white night of Apgu-teong.

In addition to the wind on the road, there was also a relaxed and freehand aroma, and the solid-color mask returned to Zheng Xiujing's face. The black rope strap swept over the pinna and framed behind the fleshy ear. For a while, except for the dripping earlobe that still pinched my sight, the red lips from before could not be seen for the time being.

"The more something is hidden, the more intense it appears in the subconscious." It seems that Freud's words are not wrong at all. When I walked side by side with Xiujing towards the parking place, my mind was unconsciously filled with those two love-like lips.

As he walked forward, he leaned forward. My gaze automatically drifted to the side of the face that seemed to me to be Allure. The two thick arcs that were covered by the mask effortlessly constructed in the vestibule of the brain.

She was walking as usual, but soon noticed my interested gaze, she squinted her eyes, and with a strange gaze, she made a wave of counterattack cleanly.

"What?"

A high-frequency voice with a little disgust hit me in the face at once. Continuing to keep my side turned around, I didn't pay any attention to the cold fan that this guy pretended, but squinted my smile and curled the corners of my mouth.

"Don't you think today's pictorial makeup is funny? Is it your own or go to the beauty salon? ”

"What, it's my own, do you have an opinion? And also...... What does it mean to be funny? ”

Probably stimulated by my meaningful smile, Zheng Yatou's eyes narrowed dangerously at first. Then, on her tiptoes, she lifted one of her shoulders and squeezed over to me. The two pairs of shoulders, which were not far apart, bumped into each other at once. (To be continued)