After that night, Zeqing became a little strange. Every time I was with me, it was like going back to the sad feeling I had when I first met him.

This has not been seen in a long time. I panicked, but I didn't ask anything. Because I knew he would say to me, "Don't think too much, I'm fine." ”

Until one day, Xia Zhe told me:

"Zeqing didn't go to work, in fact, you didn't have the right door."

I realized what had really happened. And I don't know anything. Hearing Xia Zhe's words, I immediately replied:

"What is a door-to-door match? What age is it now. ”

Xia Zhe also knew my temper, so he just sighed slightly and hung up the phone. I was very confused and called Zeqing for verification.

"Yes, I'm at home now. Well, tomorrow, I'll come to you. ”

This was the first time we had such a short call. I feel like something is going to happen, but I have to pretend it doesn't matter.

Zeqing likes to eat cakes, especially cream. So I bought a little cake when we met, and I thought we'd still be sweet, but that's just what I thought.

The next day, we went to eat hot pot. Seeing that we are smiling so happily now, I picked up Zeqing's mobile phone and wanted to take a picture to record it. Sometimes the memory will be blurry, but the photo will not, on the contrary, it can keep the mood of the time.

Seeing me holding the phone, Zeqing held me down. Ask:

"What are you doing?"

"I want to take a picture!"

"Your phone can shoot too."

Abnormal behavior, abnormal dialogue. One has to be skeptical. Coupled with the fact that he hid from me about work, I became even more angry and yelled:

"You let go of my hand."

Maybe it was seeing that I was angry, or maybe I felt that sooner or later I would be exposed, Zeqing let go of his hand.

I picked up my phone and clicked on the text message. The first "I miss you" is addressed to "Ziqian".

I don't know what else was posted later. Because these few words alone are enough to plunge me into the abyss.

I don't know how much love I have, I didn't cry or yell. Just put down the phone lightly, picked up the bowl, and ate.

"You're still thinking about her." That's the only thing I said. A meal is not embarrassing or embarrassing, and the meal is finished.

Maybe it's satiety, or maybe it's alcohol. I began to speak, and all I said was the total between us, crying and laughing.

I cried as I spoke, and Zeqing was silent. Standing in the crowd, in the dim yellow light, I asked "Your family doesn't want us to be together, right?"

"Hmm." After waiting for a long time, Zeqing said a word softly.

"Why?" I roared, if there was an idiom to describe me now, it would be the fight of the trapped beasts.

"Because we have different circles." Zeqing was also in great pain when he said this.

"Circles?" I repeated with a sneer.

"I'm at work and you're still studying. My parents don't want me to wait a few years for you. "Good an explanation.

"That's going to be easy." After speaking, I cushioned my feet and kissed Zeqing.

Yes, I want to change, I don't care what the right person is, what circle. I want me to be with him, nothing can stop me.

My ending should be written by myself, not by someone else. It's not something that An Ziqian can get involved in, I don't allow it.

That's obsession!