Ling Xiquan, aren't you going to NUS? Aren't you wasting your time?

She stood up and walked briskly in the direction of the gate of the community, however, after taking a few steps, her feet seemed to be rooted and could not move, she sighed resignedly, and turned back home. [No pop-ups. 】

As soon as she entered the house, she went upstairs with a slump, pushed open the innermost wardrobe in the corridor, opened the door of the open-air balcony and ran out, leaning on the railing and looking out.

Thirty meters away was the house I had just seen.

The traditional European style of the superimposed villa, the courtyard is neatly and beautifully placed with potted plants, gently swaying with the wind.

She stared intently for a long time, but no one came out of it, and the Bespokechicane, perhaps parked in the garage, was nowhere to be found.

I really want to know, who lives in this family?

The sun shone warmly on her, but she was a little distraught and paced on the balcony.

What to do.

What to do......

I suddenly remembered that when I was in the United States, a new neighbor who moved next to my aunt's house, the middle-aged woman with a kind smile came to knock on the door that night with a plate of sweet and delicious pie, telling them that she was a new resident and hoped to get along with each other in the future.

She had an idea, but she hesitated.

This is not the United States, if she goes recklessly, will people think that she has a plan?

However, if she doesn't look at it, I'm afraid she will keep thinking about it and have no intention of doing anything else.

Ling Xiquan pursed her lips, the battle between heaven and man in her mind, in the end, reason was still defeated, she hurriedly went downstairs, rummaged through the flour, J eggs, milk, sugar, etc., in the kitchen, recalled the steps when her aunt taught herself to make a pie, carefully put the preliminarily formed pie on the pie plate, then garnish it with jam, brush it with egg Y and put it in the oven, and when she took it out again, it was already half an hour later.

The appetizing scent then spreads into the air.

Carefully putting the beautifully shaped pie on a large dinner plate, she stared at it for a long time before reaching out and picking it up, and then, as if afraid of her own regrets, she ran out of the house without looking back, and walked quickly to the villa next to her, perhaps because of the day, at this time, the fence of the house was open, she took a deep breath, walked through the courtyard, the magnificent gate was in front of her, gritted her teeth, and pressed the doorbell.

There was a sound of the door lock opening inside, she was suddenly nervous, and the next second, the door opened, and the middle-aged man she had just seen from afar was standing in front of her.

It's not ......

Ling Xiquan blinked, and suddenly remembered, wasn't this the person she had seen in junior high school who drove Ye Qingting home?

Some uncertain feelings were verified, and the palms of the pie were faintly sweaty.

The middle-aged man looked at her and asked with some doubts, "This young lady, are you?" ”

A decent smile appeared on her face, and she said politely, "Hello uncle, I am a new resident, I just came back from the United States yesterday, and I live next to your house. In the other party's somewhat surprised gaze, she handed it over with both hands, "This is what I made with my own hands, I hope you don't mind." ”

Hearing this, a trace of appreciation crossed the middle-aged man's eyes, and he took the tray in her hand with his head, "So that's the case, then thank you." ”

Without the expected shirk, Ling Xiquan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and the middle-aged man asked kindly, "Little girl, do you want to come in and sit down?" ”

It's so quick to be called from young lady to little girl, it turns out that it's so easy to win someone's favor.

She hesitated for a moment, but a coquettish sweet voice suddenly came from inside, "You come up and help me, I'm so slow to take care of myself." ”

What is it?

"Here we are." Before she could react, a beautiful male voice as clear as a gurgling stream, with a hint of carelessness, collided slightly with her perception.

She froze in place as if she had been struck by lightning, her stiff and cold fingers unconsciously grabbed the corners of her clothes, but the footsteps inside were far and near, she didn't even have time to think, she squeezed out a smile and said, "Don't bother, I still have something to do", and turned around and left as if fleeing.

"Hey, little girl......" the middle-aged man called out, looking at her back as she was almost panicked, and shook his head in confusion.

Ye Qingting was just about to go upstairs, when he happened to see his housekeeper standing at the door and shook his head, and couldn't help asking, "Uncle Lu, what's wrong?" ”

Lu Bo turned around when he heard the sound and smiled, "Oh, it's nothing, it's the little girl who lives next door who came to give a gift, and now she just left." As he spoke, he lifted the tray in his hand.

"A greeting gift?" Ye Qingting walked over, his gaze stayed for a moment on the exquisite pie, and looked at the courtyard outside the door, where was there still a shadow of someone coming.

"Yes, I heard that I just came back from the United States, no wonder I have an American style."

"The United States?" Ye Qingting was stunned.

"Yes, judging by her conversation and demeanor, she is a very well-bred child." Recalling the scene just now, Lu Bo smiled slightly, but found that the little young master in front of him who had seen him since he was a child was in a rare daze, and couldn't help but ask strangely, "Young master, aren't you going to help Miss Ying take care of her luggage?" ”

Ye Qingting came back to his senses and took the pie from his hand, "Uncle Lu, I'm a little tired, so you should go up and help her." ”

"Okay, young master." Lu Bo bowed his head slightly and saluted, and went upstairs with meticulous steps.

United States...... Is it?

He walked to the gate in a few steps, glanced at the quiet community outside the empty courtyard, looked down at the pie in his hand, and suddenly laughed helplessly, shook his head and closed the door.

Ling Xiquan almost dragged his stiff steps back home in despair.

Lonely, lonely, hopeful, gloomy, but there has never been such a moment, no place to be ashamed.

If she stayed for a second longer, she was afraid that after really seeing the boy she had been thinking about for many years, she would look at each other, and she would lose her temper on the spot.

After closing the door and not even taking off her shoes, her legs went limp and she fell to the ground.

Why should you go?

Why bother with one answer?

Well, now that Heaven has deprived her of the right to fantasize.

She even felt that she didn't need to know who that sweet female voice would be.

can live in Ye Qingting's house, who else can it be if it is not a girlfriend?

He has a girlfriend and is already living together......

How many years have they been talking?

How deep is the relationship?

A succession of questions popped up as if they wanted to crush her, and the fact that she had refused to imagine for so many years was now in front of her eyes, and the pain in her chest was flooding, along with her tears, she didn't cry, but the tears flowed down one after another.

She couldn't wipe away the tears that had slipped, closed her eyes tightly, and her eyes seemed to be back in junior high school all of a sudden, and the cold and dusty boy was smiling at her.

Some of the dreams of her youth would eventually return to strangeness, but she never thought that forgetting would become so long, and she has not been able to forget him until today.

So, at this moment, she suddenly felt that she hated him a little.