The car was speeding on the road, and the sound of the wheels rubbing against the road was extremely harsh, disturbing people's hearts in a panic.

"You...... How are you doing? ”

After a long time, Jiang Yifan finally asked this question with great difficulty.

But as soon as she said it, he regretted it, he was afraid that Qiao Xing would tell him that she was doing well. Without him, she would have been doing well.

Whether it was good or bad, in fact, what he wanted to know most was whether she had thought about him during this time.

Qiao Xing waved his hand for the third time, but he didn't answer his question, and said weakly: "Originally, I planned to buy that calligraphy and painting at the auction and leave, but who would have thought that this happened halfway, and the painting was not photographed, not to mention, until now, I haven't even salivated in my stomach, and I am very hungry."

A light smile crept up the corner of Jiang Yifan's mouth, and he said, "Okay, let's go eat."

After making a lap on the steering wheel, the car turned around and drove in the other direction, and finally stopped at the old street near C Central.

"I haven't been here in years, and the night market here is still as lively as it was back then." Looking at the strange and familiar scene in front of him, Qiao Xing suddenly felt full of emotion.

"Let's go, go to your favorite restaurant."

Qiao Xing was a little surprised and surprised: "You mean the barbecue restaurant we used to go to?" Wow, I miss that taste so much. ”

In those days abroad, what I missed the most was the food of my hometown, and among this food, the most missed was the kebab of this family.

When he was in high school, Jiang Yifan would take Qiao Xing to masturbate as soon as he was free. At that time, he also joked: "Fortunately, you don't have any big hobbies, and you won't eat me too poor." At that time, Qiao Xing felt that Jiang Yifan was changing her way and saying that she was greedy and too good at eating.

But looking back now, it was also the happiest and carefree time for the two of them.

When he was eating, Jiang Yifan suddenly lost his mind when he looked at something. Qiao Xing followed his line of sight and saw that it was a vendor who bought roasted sweet potatoes.

"Do you want baked sweet potatoes?" Jiang Yifan asked Qiao Xing, and Qiao Xing nodded stunned. Then I watched Jiang Yifan get up, cross the road, and stop in front of the stall of roasted sweet potatoes for a few minutes. When I went back, I already had two more roasted sweet potatoes in my hand.

"I used to be when I was a kid, when I was in my hometown. When we were hungry for a nest of little kids, we would go to other fields to dig up sweet potatoes. Then he ran out of sight and hid, set up a bunch of live roasts and eats, and once I almost burned the mountain. ”

Jiang Yifan said as he lowered his head and carefully peeled off the outer layer of the sweet potato, and then handed it to Qiao Xing.

Qiao Xing was in a trance, because she had never heard Jiang Yifan mention what happened to him when he was a child. When he suddenly mentioned it, she felt that it was another world.

In fact, she was not the only one in a trance, and even Jiang Yifan himself felt a little panicked.

In the past, he never took the initiative to recall things when he was a child. Because that memory is only bitter, don't mention that taste.

But after the vicissitudes of life, when he looked back, he realized that those times he thought were the most painful were actually his purest and simplest days.

This kind of simplicity is not a kind of happiness, and that happiness belongs to the child named Gouwa, and he is now called Jiang Yifan.

"How's it going, does it taste good?"

Qiao Xing pulled the corners of his mouth and showed a very good-looking smile, the sweet potato in his mouth didn't know why, it would taste so sweet. Jiang Yifan laughed when he saw her laughing, and the red sweet potato stuck to his lips, which was a little more funny.

Qiao Xing seemed to see Jiang Yifan, who hid and nibbled on roasted sweet potatoes when he was young, demure and beautiful.

"Yifan, I really want to go to your hometown to see, take me there, okay?" This is what Qiao Xing wanted to say to Jiang Yifan at that time, and it was also what he wanted to say a long time ago.

Qiao Xing has always had a wish to go back to the place where Jiang Yifan lived since he was a child with Jiang Yifan. Walk the road he once walked and take a look at the scenery he once saw.

Before I could say it, the two broke up. And now, she is even less qualified to say it.

Mrs. Mo's identity seems to have invisibly made her farther and farther away from him. Regardless of whether she and Mo Jinyu are really married, she feels that it is difficult to go back to the past with Jiang Yifan.

After his stomach was full, Jiang Yifan took the initiative to check out, and at this time, Qiao Xing's mobile phone rang. It was Mo Jinyu who called, asking when Qiao Xing would go home, so that he could send a car to pick him up.

Jiang Yifan came back after checking out and saw the dodge in Qiao Xing's eyes, and probably guessed who he was talking to.

He didn't bother Qiao Xing, but quietly waited for her to end the call, and then pretended to ask, "Mo Jinyu called?"

Qiao Xing nodded: "Yes, then why don't you go back first, I'll wait for a car to pick me up."

"What? Afraid of being known by Mo Jinyu that you are with me? Jiang Yifan asked deliberately provocatively. He knew that Qiao Xing's current situation was quite embarrassing.

Qiao Xing was speechless, and his hands kept stirring in front of him.

After a long time, Jiang Yifan said softly: "Anyway, there is still a distance from Mo Jinyu's house to here, why don't we go to the other side?"

The opposite side of Jiang Yifan's mouth naturally refers to the C middle school that the two of them once studied.

Qiao Xing's memory of the C Middle School campus seems to be still stuck in the shade of the trees on both sides of the runway, and the test papers that can never be completed. There is also Jiang Yifan, who is quietly gnawing in the shade of a tree, holding two books.

Jiang Yifan didn't seem to have changed much at that time and now, except for the wisdom revealed at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, and the more angular outline, the years really didn't seem to leave anything on his face.

Because of the holidays, there are no students in the school, but there are security guards. Jiang Yifan didn't know what to say to the security guard, anyway, it was best for the security guard to open the door and let them enter the campus.

Memory is like a door, and the moment you step into the campus, it seems that the door of memory has been opened. Every bit of the past, happy and sad, seems to be buried here.

"Do you remember? You used to like to drag me to the woods behind the playground. As a girl, can you tell me what you thought at the time? ”

Qiao Xing didn't answer Jiang Yifan's question, what was she thinking at that time, I'm afraid she wouldn't be clear now. And now, before all the memories came to him, Qiao Xing had only one thought: leave quickly.

"The meal has already been eaten, the Mo family's car is waiting for me, I want to go back."

Jiang Yifan looked at Qiao Xing without saying a word, but the tenderness in his eyes was cooling little by little, and it took him a long time before he gritted his teeth and spit out: "Are you so eager to go back to that cripple?" ”

Jiang Yifan always spoke in a cold tone, but when he said the word crippled, he deliberately accentuated his tone, and it became extremely harsh when it fell into Qiao Xing's ears.

Didn't he know that Mo Jinyu was like this today in order to save her? She didn't allow him to say this about Mo Jinyu. But she didn't want to argue with him over these things, so she turned around and was about to leave.

Jiang Yifan stretched out his hand to keep it, but in the end she froze in mid-air, watching her get into the car of the crippled family in his mouth and drift away.

He wants to keep it, but for what reason? Her current identity is Mrs. Mo, and maybe, never, Mrs. Jiang.

On late autumn nights, there is a cool breeze. The cold wind poured into his neckline, and the trend also poured into his heart.

He used to like to watch her quietly in the shadows under the guise of reading a book not far from her. Her smile was all so beautiful.

He took out a cigarette and lit it in his mouth, white smoke swirling in front of him, blurring his vision.

Jojo, he was calling her name in his heart, did she hear me?

"You're going to see him?"

Mo Jinyu sits in a wheelchair, and now he can rely on a wheelchair to move around the house at will.

Qiao Xing suddenly felt that Mo Jinyu's face seemed to be full of words 'refuse to be cuckolded' at this time, even if they were just a nominal couple, she should take into account his feelings as a husband.

Qiao Xing opened his mouth crampedly, but found that he couldn't defend himself at all. Mo Jinyu saw that she was really funny like that, so she no longer kept a straight face.

He raised his face and smiled just like before, he was still the Mo Jinyu who was not afraid of heaven and earth, and dared to touch the tiger's butt twice, and she was not his nominal wife.

"My aunt and grandmother don't think I'm jealous when they see you like this! What do you want? ”

Qiao Xing was slightly embarrassed, and laughed: "Shouldn't you be a symbolic vinegar as my nominal husband?"

At this time, Mo Jinyu suddenly said, "Qiao Xing, have you ever thought about getting back together with him?"

Qiao Xing was slightly stunned, of course he knew what he was talking about, and finally only smiled slightly awkwardly: "What nonsense?" I'm your rightful wife now, do you think that's reasonable for me to say that? ”

She tried to hide the panic in her heart in this joking way, so many things have happened, and it is not easy to get back together.

Mo Jinyu sighed and shook his head: "Qiao Xing, don't deceive yourself, you can't stay with me like this for the rest of your life." I know you're trying to help me to accede to my mother's ridiculous request.

But you should always plan for yourself. ”

"Ah Yu, don't say it again, I won't leave this situation alone. As for me and him, it was already over, so we didn't have to start again. Qiao Xing's eyes showed a trace of sorrow, and the thick sadness spread to the bottom of his heart.

"Being the way I am today is the last thing I want to see, if I had known it would be like this, I would have preferred to die at the time......"

Qiao Xing was anxious when he heard this, and hurriedly stepped forward to cover his mouth.

"I'm looking for a needle to sew up your stinky mouth,"

Mo Jinyu has never been a selfish person, especially when he treats Qiao Xing, his best friend, how can he bear to see her give up her life for himself.