In a diary, it is difficult to describe a person who reads someone else's diary and then starts keeping a diary.

Aoi Yue had always been considered rational and calm, but the faint alcohol of that night stirred up a different reaction.

Maybe a person has been restrained for a long time, and he needs a moment of loss of control.

The day after a hangover, the sun was still as bright as a standard summer day. Aoi Yue wandered the streets for a day, originally thinking of finding a KFC to sit down and read the brain hole novel, she knew that it was a day off, and every shop on the street that could release people was basically overcrowded.

But she couldn't stay in the elaborate room she rented, and the air conditioning made her feel a little suffocated.

She was lucky enough to meet a table of people leaving shortly after entering the door, she leaned on the stool and looked around, trying to find a waiter to clean the table, but the space full of people made Aoi Yue feel lost for a while.

Although I wore headphones and filtered a certain amount of noise, the deafening deafening of the mountains still made people shiver.

Aoi Yue was very uncomfortable, but she was too tired, this was the only table, although it was not the most ideal location, and a cup of bubble tea was knocked over on the ground, but, there was no way, if you let go, there would be no place.

She frowned and finally looked forward to the waiter, but the waiter swept the tray and garbage on the table unhurriedly, and walked slowly to the place where the cleaning tools were placed.

There are people all around, dragging families and mouths, or in pairs, as if creating the most lively sound in the world, but when you look at a certain table of people, you can only see their vivid expressions, and their voices have long been integrated into this huge BGM.

There are students occupying the table, the two of them are sitting opposite each other, and the table is spread out with exercises or test papers, as if they can meet for all the study on the weekend, and they are immersed in the sea of questions with headphones, but their hearts and minds can feel wrapped in tenderness because of the existence of each other, and the serious expression is actually a melting heart.

Some young students can't control the fluttering, hot heart, honey-like smile from the inside out, and the natural hormone binder makes the two of them like glue.

Those lives are so young, so regardless of it, it seems that they can enjoy this moment with their mood, regardless of their future, isn't it okay to be by their side now?

Most of the great love tragedies, the protagonists are set at the age of thirteen or fourteen, scientifically speaking, hormones occupy the body's guidance for the first time, and it stands to reason that they will tell the most romantic and passionate dialogue of the moment because they cherish the present.

Adults are bad, Xiao Cheng and Xingxing sit opposite each other in a regular manner, the food is neatly arranged, Xiao Cheng carefully tears open the ketchup package, and puts the ketchup circle on the golden and crunchy fries, Xingxing loves the wonderful aroma of French fries very much, but still obediently eats the fries one by one, occasionally takes a small sip of ice, forgets to go to the ice, the star is frozen all of a sudden, and his eyes squint.

"What's wrong? Are you okay. Little Orange noticed the star's expression.

Xingxing shook his head and smiled slightly: "It's okay, it's okay, it's too cold, I'll just drink it slowly." ”

Little Orange smiled reassuringly and ate the fries.

The two of them staggered over the fragrant fries on the table, but there was always a moment to meet.

Those subtle and transient touches, the fine salt on the fries sticking to the fingertips are already numb and itchy, and the body temperature of another person and the unique touch of the skin are more like a kind of wonderful electricity.

Xingxing unconsciously lowered his head, trying to hide his somewhat rapid breathing.

And Xiao Cheng looked at such a star, and the strange feeling in his heart became even stronger, so the smile on his face unconsciously became brighter.

As soon as the star eased up, he saw Xiao Cheng's bright smile, which was cute and lovely, simple, the picture was projected to the bottom of the retina through the vitreous body, and then transformed into an electrical signal that violently hit the soul.

The star's eyes wandered unconsciously around Xiao Cheng's lips, the corners of his eyes, and the edges of his ears, and everything was so precisely in line with the star's preferences.

Little Orange seemed to smile more brightly, and then picked up the tissue and handed it to Xingxing, who took the tissue, and the small theater in his brain seemed to interpret the paper napkin folded into a square as a token and other square handkerchief.

It seems that as the years go by, what is lost is not imagination, not hormonal confrontation, but the courage to make all these signals clear.

Adults are always unwilling to be the ones who take the initiative.

The table where Aoi Yue sat down was still empty, she didn't order, if she ordered, she went out to the counter to get it, and it was estimated that the place was also occupied by others when she came back.

It turns out that more than two people go out to eat together, and the advantage is that they can act separately.

After Aoi Yue calmed down the heat outside, the noise-canceling mode in the headphones had a deep sea-like echo, like an unmelted glacier under a glacier, and the feeling of the water brushing in your ears when swimming in the glacier.

and Ying Long's cold lips, pressed against her hot lips, her ears were red and hot, and the water around her ears seemed to bubble with very fine bubbles.

The bubble gradually expanded, like a bubble coming out of the lid of a Coke.

Only then did Aoi Yue begin to remember that he hadn't drunk anything after walking for a long time, and the little boy in a vest at the next table was sucking Coke loudly with a straw, as if he would suffer if he drank less.

Aoi Yue took out her phone and began to check the menu of her own order.

In an air-conditioned room at the other end of the city, the intercom phone rang:

"Director Ying, there's a policeman here looking for you...."The administrative assistant seemed to be a little embarrassed, "and there is a lawyer next to him....."

Before the assistant finished speaking, someone else's voice seemed to appear on the phone:

"Hello, obviously I came first, this is not a police station, and the police are not here with a search warrant, why should I give it to him."

"Well, Miss Lawyer, I'm already asking for instructions here, please wait a minute."

Ying Long heard Si Ruoming's voice, but the policeman who was said by the other assistant did not make a sound, as if he had no intention of arguing with her.

Ying Long didn't expect that not long after Su Shun left, the police came to the door, how could Si Ruoming have anything to do with this matter?

"Director Ying, what do you need to arrange?" The assistant on the other end of the phone seemed to be a little overwhelmed by the two big Buddhas standing at the front desk.

"Let's register and handle it according to the normal process."

"I understand, Director Ying." The intercom phone was hung up.

The assistant took a deep breath: "Mr. Policeman, Miss Lawyer, here are all registered in order, and Director Ying here has to accept other appointments first, please wait a moment." ”

After hearing this, Qin Lang nodded: "Okay, I'm sorry for you." As he spoke, he sat down on the sofa and picked up the magazine.

Si Ruoming looked a little breathless, but she couldn't help it, she still thanked her with a terrifying polite look, and then walked over to the sofa over there, sat down opposite Qin Lang, and picked up a magazine, pretending to read it.

But in fact, he was observing Qin Lang, but Qin Lang didn't care, he leisurely flipped through the pages one by one, as if he was curiously raising his eyebrows because he saw something interesting.

Si Ruoming snorted softly, and then turned the magazine in her hand page by page, but it was more violent, and the content in it didn't seem to be read.

Si Ruoming's actions all fell in Qin Lang's eyes, Qin Lang shook his head helplessly, and unconsciously raised a smile that he hadn't even noticed.

Si Ruoming glanced at the brighter smile over there, and her heart was even more unhappy.

The mouth pouted even more, but she should have understood that it would be a "vicious circle".

Since Si Ruoming was in school, he regarded Qin Lang as an imaginary enemy, thinking about things and doing things, and would consider, if it was Qin Lang, what would he do, what tricks would he make, and what were the weaknesses of these tricks?

In fact, fools understand what psychology is revealed by this overly appropriate imitation game?

But what Si Ruoming has always cared about is winning or losing, whether she can get on the throne and be seen by the world.

She likes to show the world as a winner, but a friend of hers tells her that she is just looking for attention, or needs a specific person to pay attention to, and if not, no matter how big and dazzling the victory is, it is equal to nothing.

Si Ruoming is still a little reflective about these sentences at the moment, but in the end, she continues to fight according to her own style.

The two have never been too familiar with the story.

It's just that whether Si Ruoming has the intention to plan her life, or whether she follows the setting of fate, she always goes to the opposite side of Qin Lang, in fact, most of the coincidences in the world are just artificial.

However, the opposing forces and confrontation in the world are intertwined with black, white and gray, and it is difficult to completely distinguish the borders. And black can become white, and white can become black.

The vivid point is that the white clouds absorb the rising sweltering hot water vapor and accumulate into black clouds, which will collapse when they are overwhelmed, and the violent rain will clean up the world, whether it is dirt or dust, everything must be clean. And then the white clouds were white and soft.

At this moment, the sunlight of the city flickered, and there seemed to be gray clouds haunting. Ying Long looked at the cloudy sky through the glass window, guessing and reasoning about the intentions of the two people outside.

And a night of hangover can't recover blood, and Aoi Yue, who has been involved all day, looked at the two finger-sucking original chickens in front of her in a daze, but the golden and crunchy original chicken is a little less bright at the moment, and it seems to fade some of the warm colors.

Aoi Yue unconsciously observed the light and shadow around her, the warm yellow chandelier hanging above her head was still the same, but the sky outside the glass wall began to become overcast, and the sunny avenue when she just walked all the way seemed to be a dream.

And she didn't sleep all night, and she couldn't talk about waking up, so Aoi Yue was convinced that she was dreaming.

After waking up, maybe leaning on Ying Long's shoulder, or maybe she was still the little girl in red, but she had a nightmare, with strange abilities and ugly appearances, being disliked, ridiculed, and hurt was just a long nightmare.

Thinking of this, Aoi Yue looked at the poster on the glass wall, her eyes were a little wet, her vision was a little blurry, she blinked her eyes a few times, there were some raindrops hanging on the glass wall, it started to rain outside, and the wind blew the raindrops onto it.

It was the sky that was crying, not her, she smiled reassuringly, closed her eyes, and took a big sip of room temperature Coke.