Of course Bu Yanxi remembers.

What happened that day, even memory can't fool itself into forgetting any detail.

The ginkgo tree planted in his yard, the breeze in March, the evening breeze blowing, the ginkgo biloba gently fell to the ground, and also fluttered in her hair, Rong Sang reached out and picked it up, and naturally took the birthday cake in her hand, put it on the ground, and suddenly hugged her gently.

"What are you doing?" She subconsciously put her hands on his shoulders, but did not push them away.

"Would you believe me if I said it was Americanhug on behalf of thanksgiving?"

"That's not the case with Americanhug." She patted Rong Sang on the shoulder, "You won't be moved by the fact that I made a cake with my own hands, right?" ”

"Do you like me?" He asked suddenly.

"Huh?" She was caught off guard.

Rong Sang let go of her slightly, his eyes were soft and serious, and then asked, "Would you like to be with me?" ”

His words and deeds have always carried a kind of elegance that does not eat the fireworks of the world, and only when facing her, will he change to a warm and warm demeanor.

Without touching her heartbeat, Bu Yanxi could also feel an incomprehensible panic, as well as a little imperceptible certainty.

Her mind went blank for a moment, she actually looked at him and blurted out, "But, he kissed me......" and then as if realizing what she had said, she hurriedly remedied, "Are you kidding?" Didn't you know I had ...... Boyfriend. ”

The first reaction was "he kissed me", which already explains a lot of things.

Rong Sang looked at her deeply, "Are you still in love in your current state?" ”

On the side of the road, the sudden braking of the car pulled back Bu Yanxi's thoughts.

Rong Sang stared at her intently, just like her eyebrows that night, as if something was missing, she inexplicably minded, pursed her mouth and didn't speak.

"Okay, it's okay if you don't want to answer, I'll change the story." Rong Sang said, "I think I'm a patient person, so I gave you time, and now it's been two years, two years, and your attitude is still ambiguous." I don't want to wait anymore. ”

He paused, "I said, I'm a person who can afford to let go, if you don't like me, don't push me away and make me feel like you care a lot, this feeling of Ling Chi is worse than killing me." ”

I didn't expect him to suddenly spread those vague relationships in broad daylight.

And he looked calm and said softly, "So, I'll give you one last chance." He let go of the hand that had stopped her from taking off the bracelet, "You can give it back to me now." ”

Naked threats.

Bu Yanxi was so angry that she stomped her feet, but the hand held on her left wrist did not move.

It's not that she hasn't tried to completely draw a line with him, but she was also extremely determined at the beginning, and took practical actions - she wanted to give an explanation to her young self, so she followed that person without hesitation, like incarnating a shadow, and she was willing to taste the pain.

However, contrary to her wishes, her behavior was as hot as fire, but her heart did not sink into it, and she was even tormented by her own moral concerns that she could not give up. In the irony of fate, she understands: she can never go back to the past, and she can't love that person in a different way.

Occasionally, in the dead of night, she bravely asked herself, what has changed? How did it change?

It seems that since the Cold War a long time ago, in those days of long-term inconnection, there has been a subtle change in the feeling of liking.

She also seriously reflected, did she like Ming Yuyan in the end?

The answer is yes.

But it seems like that's all.

They've had talking, kissing, romance, and even vows, and they've been so close that they can feel each other's thoughts. But that kind of like is like fishing for the moon in the water, you can feel it, but it floats ethereally in the water, and you can't really hold it in your hand, and it can't evolve into unforgettable love.

Time will erase bad memories and beautify memories, but at the same time, it will also isolate people from the past, making her look at all kinds of feelings from a third-person perspective.

She has purely liked him, and she has always moved forward, with great joy and sorrow, but because of this, she can easily be vulnerable to unsatisfactory words and deeds.

At that time, she was too young to understand that the crux of preventing the fading of feelings was to control disappointment.

So I can only pretend that I don't feel the natural fading of emotion, and be a complete turtle with a shrunken head.