Xu Ran seemed to be saying something behind me, but I couldn't hear it anymore, and when I saw a taxi that had just gotten off, I quickly opened the door and got on, and then reported the address.

My whole body was shaking, and my hand holding the folder was as tight as pliers, and the nails that I hadn't had time to clean up were embedded in my palms, and my palms were red, but I still didn't feel any pain.

The mobile phone in the bag suddenly rang, it was a strange call, I pressed it directly, but it rang again, I pressed it directly, and after repeating it several times, I really couldn't stand it, and pressed the answer button, just scolded the person on the other end of the phone: "Are you sick, I don't know you, I dialed the wrong one and dialed so many times."

"Fu Yao, have you eaten gunpowder?"

I couldn't help but be stunned when I heard Han Mo's voice, but soon I came back to my senses and yelled at him directly: "Han Mo, are you sick, it's okay, what kind of call are you calling, don't you call over?!"

After saying that, I hung up the phone directly, and the tears continued to fall like beads of the line that hung up, and I sat on the taxi, and the night outside the window was already lit up, and the master looked up at me in the mirror.

I raised my hand to wipe a handful of tears, but the more I wiped the tears, I opened the bag to find the tissue, but I found that I didn't know when the tissue was used up, I didn't remember to stuff it back into the bag.

"Girl."

I was stunned for a moment when the driver's eldest brother's voice sounded, and when I saw him turn around and hand me a tissue, I reached out and took it, and the tissue covered my face: "Thank you."

It's very embarrassing, and I don't want to be so embarrassed, but when I think of the embarrassment I am going to experience as Zhao Miao once suffered, I can't help it.

I really didn't expect to put myself in such an embarrassing position, but in fact I did.

There is no girl who is not self-loving, I also love myself, and I also want to find an ordinary person to live my life with.

But I didn't guess that the person I fell in love with would be Han Mo, if I knew that the person I loved would be Han Mo, to be honest, I really didn't know what to do.

"There are not many things that can't be passed, people always have to look forward when they are alive, and when they are done crying, they should put away their smiling faces and continue to move forward."

Zhang's tissue covered his face, and the tears continued to remain.

There's nothing I can't get over, I just feel bad.

Fortunately, when I got out of the car, I was able to control myself, and I looked at my eyes with my phone, which were a little swollen.

I didn't want Zhao Miao to worry about me, so I walked downstairs for more than ten minutes after getting out of the car, and I didn't dare to go up until my eyes were completely dry.

Zhao Miao was watching a movie when I pushed the door in, and she has been watching movies lately because she has no inspiration.

The person was sitting on the couch, the laptop resting on her legs, she was wearing headphones, and she didn't notice me coming in.

I reached out and patted her before she took off her headphones: "Didn't you let you?"

I shook my head, "No, you go on, I'll cook." ”

"I cooked porridge, I don't have to cook."

I nodded and put my bag down.

These days, the most way I get along with Zhao Miao is to be silent, yes, silent, because I don't know what to say.

It seemed like there was a minefield everywhere, and I didn't even dare to open my mouth.

In the past, when the two of us were eating, it was as lively as singing, but now there is silence except silence.

I took the bowl and drank the porridge one by one.

I don't know how long it took, Zhao Miao suddenly put down the bowl in his hand and looked up at me: "Fu Yao."

I didn't expect her to suddenly call out to me, and I was slightly stunned before whispering, "Huh? ”

"Do you want to go?"

I don't quite understand what Zhao Miao meant: "Go?"

She nodded, "Well, leave City A."

Zhao Miao once asked if she would leave City A, and I used to think about this question, but at that time, because my grandmother was still there, I basically chose to stay without any hesitation.

But now, my grandmother is gone, and I'm the only one left, and I can go anywhere.

But when Zhao Miao asked such a question again, I found that I didn't know what the answer was.

Yes, I don't know.

Because I don't know what the future of Han Mo and I is, it seems like a road with no end in sight with him, but I'm already on the road, and I'm still halfway there.

I am not willing to let you go back now, but if you want me to go on without hesitation, I am afraid.

I'm very scared now, really, I'm not as brave as I imagined, not even half of Zhao Miao's.

As long as I think that Han Mo's mother has already started looking for me, I feel terrified.

Zhao Miao looked at me, and I thought she already knew the answer that even I didn't know.

"I want to get out of here, Fu Yao."

She spoke, and her voice was like an ephemeral blooming alone in the middle of the night, lonely and tenacious.

I just feel a wall in my heart, I have been with Zhao Miao for four years, just like family, she has shared my discomfort, I have shared her happiness.

We are not half related, but we are like twins who rely on each other.

But now, she told me she wanted to leave.

I know she wants me to go with her, and I want to, but I can't make up my mind like that, I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled, and my love has come to this point.

I don't even know if Han Mo loves me or not, how can you let me leave like this.

I can't answer a word of Zhao Miao's words, I can only be silent except for silence.

I don't know when it began, but there was more silence between us, and I was more cautious in front of her.

I know that I am a moth to a fire, but I still can't help but have a little fantasy that maybe I will be a little luckier than Zhao Miao, just a little bit.

But I know for myself that this is just wishful thinking.

So I never dared to talk about Han Mo in front of Zhao Miao, because I was too cheap.

She pursed her lips, looked down at the porcelain bowl with light cyan lace, and said halfway: "Yaoyao, this city is really tiring."

With that, she picked up the bowl and got up and went into the kitchen, leaving me sitting alone, dumbfounded.

Zhao Miao is always like this, and he sees blood for a while.

Yes, the city is really tiring. But because I was so tired, I felt alive. I'm afraid that one day I'll find out that I'm not in pain, the walking dead.

I knew that people who didn't hit the south wall and didn't look back would always have their heads bleeding, I expected it, and I knew it was what I deserved.

So when Han Mo's mother called in person, I stood quietly by the bed in the room with my mobile phone, looking at the lights in the distance, and listening to the cold voice of the woman inside: "Miss Fu, hello, I am Li Qian, Han Mo's mother."

"Hello, Ms. Li."

Living at the junction of poverty and riches, heaven on the left and hell on the right.

But whether it's heaven or hell, who knows.

Just like the neon sign in front of me, I know the dirt and mess in it, so I am afraid and disgusted, but those who don't know are still extremely yearning.

Just like love, those who don't know are always ignorant and fearless.

Han Mo's mother asked me to meet tomorrow afternoon, and I didn't refuse, and I couldn't think of any room for refusal.

Her politeness was in place, and she used a polite salutation to me from beginning to end, and her tone was high and cold without half a point of disdain.

But the coldness of the light was enough to embarrass me.

The phone hung up, and I turned around, only to find that Zhao Miao didn't know when she was standing at the door.

She looked at me and didn't speak, I looked at her, and the two of them were silent.

It took nearly a minute before I spoke, "Miao Miao."

I never wanted her to know that she had persuaded me so many times, but I was still so stubborn, and the Fu Yao who had threatened not to fall in love with Han Mo no matter what was done was gone.

She walked over with her legs up, holding the computer: "Watch a movie with me."

I was stunned for a moment and nodded.

We're not actually busy, but we don't know what makes the two of us so busy, so busy that we haven't watched a movie together for a long time.

When we were freshmen, we were still worried about the tuition fees of each school year, we were able to go out to the school on the weekends to find snacks together, and now we are earning more money than before, stable, and even without any worries, but we don't even have many opportunities to sit down and watch a movie.

Zhao Miao likes to watch literary films, I like to watch horror movies, in the past, the two of us always had a fight over what movies to watch, but now we never will.

Because I don't have the confidence to fight with her anymore, even though she didn't debunk my embarrassment.

Zhao Miao chose "Two Little No Guesses", which she had seen earlier.

But I didn't ask why, just sitting on my bed and watching the slow-moving movie.

(Good love is when you see the whole world through one person, bad love is when you give up the whole world for the sake of one)."

This is the only line I remember after watching this movie, when Sophie and Yu Lian hugged each other and were buried by mixed territory.

I suddenly understood why Zhao Miao likes to watch literary films, and it is really scary, even more frightening than horror movies.

"Yaoyao, it was he who made me see the whole world, but now, he has taken my whole world away."

At the end of the film, Zhao Miao hugged me and cried.

I raised my hand to hug her back, and the tears kept falling.

Is the love between me and Han Mo good or bad?

But for better or worse, I was going to see his mother, because it was my choice.