I think An Jianing has a problem, it's been more than a day or two, if it weren't really uncomfortable, it wouldn't have been two years since I saw Yang Jie, and I said this as soon as we met.

But Yang Jie is the same

"It's not a big deal", fiddling with the straw in the milk tea in front of him, he smiled and said seriously: "Isn't it good, when you were in college, when you talked about this An Jianing, you always looked like a nymphomaniac, and now you have got your wish and returned to the beauty, what is not satisfied?" That's right, I can't argue with that.

I lived in a dormitory with Yang Jie University for four years, she didn't know me as a childhood sweetheart, but she heard his name countless times from my mouth, to say that I know me best, but the one who knows me best about An Jianing must be her.

But, that's not the point today. I gave her a blank look, frowned, and pulled her over her milk tea cup, trying to make her listen to me more attentively,

There is some truth to that. But after seven years of no contact at all, the way to meet again was that he suddenly appeared directly at my door, don't you think it's too weird? Yang Jie was afraid of losing the milk tea just now, so she took a big sip, and after listening to my words, she squirted out with a pop, choking and coughing, looking at me with wide eyes while coughing, and said in surprise: "No, it's so straightforward?" The male god sent it to the door, how does it feel? I glanced at her harder, called the waiter to come and wipe the table clean, sighed, and shook my head again and again,

"Not good! You didn't listen to what I just said...... I think he ...... There's something wrong here. I lowered my voice and pointed to my head.

I can't explain the specifics, it's a sensitivity to the subtle anomalies of people I know too well, even after seven years, I'm sure that unless something unexpected has happened to him.

"For example, last night, I asked him if he wanted to drink a cup of hot milk before going to bed, and he said okay, I was still blowing my hair at the time, so I told him to ask Erbaibai to give him a hot glass, and by the way, bring me a cup too. You know what? ”

"What's the matter, Erbai went on strike, he drilled wood to get hot milk? I told you not to give the housekeeper system such a stupid name...... "Seeing that Yang Jie was about to launch a fierce criticism of my aesthetic orientation, I hurriedly interrupted her and pulled her back to the point of the topic.

"Not really! The second is good in vain, and the problem is An Jianing. It only takes a few seconds to warm up the milk, and after ten minutes I finished blowing my hair and wanted to get the milk, and I found him standing there, holding a glass of milk and contemplating the wall, I don't know how long it had been served. I watched from the side for a while, but he didn't respond. ”

"What's all the fuss about." This time it's Yang Jie's turn to roll my eyes,

"Isn't it just a daze, a distraction, as if you won't stare at the ceiling in a daze......"

"It's not that ordinary daze, I think his eyes were a little scary at that time...... It's like, thinking about some kind of conspiracy, ruthless, and taking people's lives at every turn. I explained, recalling An Jianing's deep and dark eyes, which seemed to engulf all the light that fell into them, and I was unconsciously a little afraid.

"Wait a minute." Yang Jie's expression finally became serious, and the next second when I sighed that she finally heard that An Jianing had a problem, she took my hand and said word by word, her eyes were full of fire, and she couldn't hide her excitement: "So, he lives in your house?" Then the soul of gossip blew up, and asked a bunch of questions, such as how I confessed to An Jianing, how far has it developed, and what is the difference between it and what I imagined, Balabala.

I sighed deeply and leaned back in my chair, unable to communicate.