She took him to the ramen restaurant, it turned out to be the one that the madman brought her to when he first met her, maybe this is the only reason for this ramen restaurant on this bustling and noisy long street near the ancient town, right?

She looked very happy, this will, there are a lot of people inside, everything looks like the same old thing, steaming, full of people, they are talking and laughing, eating, enjoying the comfort of the warm air conditioning here, and outside the glass door, there is still a cold wind, and it seems to be a little cold hazy drizzle?

She shouted to the boss very happily, asked for two bowls of beef noodles, and specially told her not to put coriander. But the madman didn't dare to look up at her sitting across from him, just lowered his head and smoked a cigarette, always feeling uncomfortable, and even smoked a cigarette and kept touching the mobile phone in his pocket, was he expecting Yuhan to send a text message at this time?

But he also understood that it was completely impossible to expect Yuhan to send a text message, at least at this moment, that is. And she, just smiling, even put her left arm on the table, and then supported her head with the palm of her left hand, and looked at him quietly with a charming smile on her face.

The moment he looked up, he saw her with such a charming smile, he instantly panicked again, and lowered his head, as if he wanted to use the light of the fluorescent lights in the hotel to find the cigarette butts on the ground? And there are cigarette butts on the ground, but what do you do when you find them? Is it to listen to what the people in the hotel are discussing at the moment?

Yes, he listened to what the people in the restaurant were saying in a panic, and there was nothing interesting about it, nothing more than giving me vinegar, giving me chili, or some trivial matters in their company, and even looking for a job, discussing which company was good, and discussing that it was actually good to work in a small company.

But he didn't understand why he cared about these things at all, he really didn't understand, shouldn't he care about her at the moment? She was looking at him quietly with a charming smile on her face.

"You're like a child."

She said this, and he only grinned, for he didn't know how to answer hers, and even wondered if her words had any special meaning.

It's just that she hasn't been able to answer him for a long time, so she doesn't know what else to say, right?

It was also at this time that the owner of the restaurant saved him in a panic, because the boss arrived with steaming noodles, or two bowls. At this time, he was indeed very hungry, after all, he hadn't eaten since noon, so he lowered his head and picked up the chopsticks and ate heavily, but the peripheral vision of his eyes could completely see her sitting opposite.

Maybe she was sitting opposite her and eating noodles at this time, and she could see him in the afterglow of her beautiful eyes, right? In short, during the whole process of eating, the two of them did not say a word, and could only hear the laughter of the table next door, and even the back, front, and the people who were eating, as well as the change in tone when discussing work.

Maybe now he thinks something might happen in the middle of eating? It's just that nothing happened, Lili she really didn't say a word, just ate quietly, but occasionally looked up at him a few times, in fact, he saw it all in his eyes, and he could see all this from the rest of his eyes.

After eating, she paid, and the two walked out of the restaurant, ready to go home. The cold wind outside was still there, and just as he had imagined in the hotel before, there was really a drizzle, and even the sunset street lamps on the long street were still the same, and the crowd began to become hasty, this kind of scene, just about a month ago, happened exactly once, and even at this moment now, it is exactly the same.

So the two of them, even braving the cold wind and the drizzle, walked to the alley of the ancient town again, at this time the owner of the small shop, that is, the old man, he was still holding the purple sand cup full of traces of vicissitudes, sitting there like every day in the past, was maintaining his dull and seemingly distracted appearance.

When the madman saw this, he immediately walked into the small shop, and the old man immediately got up from his chair and took two packs of cigarettes that the madman never changed his brand of, but he didn't take wine, maybe the old man also knew that he didn't drink lately, right?

Maybe she's standing next to the madman at the moment, and she wants to say that she still doesn't have to talk to the old man to buy things, right? But the madman spoke again: "Boss, take a bottle of wine." ”

The old man's eyes were so calm at this time that there was not even a trace of undulating eyes, flickering slightly, and he turned his head to look at the madman, but he still took a bottle of the madman's favorite Beijing Erguotou, which was a very strong liquor.

The madman had paid the money, and he went out of the small shop with her, and once again stepped into the deep, pitch-black alley, where he could immediately hear the strange cry of the cold wind howling through the dark alley.

Everything that is happening now seems to be like the old man in the small shop at the door of the alley, day after day, year after year, never the slightest change, but this has never changed even the slightest, and this moment has changed.

Yes, now he was walking side by side with her, although he was smoking cigarettes and drinking spirits, only this time he was not drinking loudly, but gently sipping.

He was very flustered now, and he didn't know what to think, so he had to smoke and drink, and maybe only like that, so that he could control the rate of his heartbeat a little to normal, right? Indeed, he was trying so hard to control his emotions, and even the inexplicable acceleration of his heartbeat, he was really just trying to do these things, and anything else seemed to have nothing to do with him at this moment, even if it was another gust of cold wind, it couldn't affect his thinking.

When she had walked a distance, she suddenly whispered in the dark night, in this deep cold alley: "That night, you just wanted to leave me here, I thought you hated me, and you really wanted to leave me here forever, I was almost scared to cry by you." ”

He smiled when he heard this, and looked at the gatehouse in the dark night on the side, that night, it was also such a drizzle, but that night she was dressed more thinly, and she was so heavy that it looked like a suitcase containing half a box of stones, at that moment, even if she was in the dark and cold night, her eyes could bloom with the light that made him intoxicated.

And now? He glanced at the gatehouse, but smiled slightly, and went straight to the doorhouse, and stood where she had stood that night, following her example, with a look of despair and distraction on his face.

Seeing this, she approached with a smile and directly smashed him in the chest with her hand, and this fist was too light, right? He couldn't even feel the strength, it was as if he had been hit by the beautiful butterfly that had lost his way in the summer, and he grinned: "Girl, did you really cry at that time?" Remember when you were under the street lamp in the courtyard not far away, your eyes were obviously full of tears, and you really didn't see it? ”

She pursed her lips and smiled, even in this dark night, he could see her smile on her face, but what was the matter with her smile at the moment? Why did he always feel that her smile in the night contained the so-called shyness?

He really didn't know why he felt this way, he thought in his heart, should he tell her that at this moment, he actually wanted to hold her hand, because his heartbeat was out of control at this moment, even if he drank a lot of wine, even if he smoked, he couldn't suppress it, and his heartbeat was really out of control.

When he thought of wanting to hold her hand, when he thought of the picture that was about to happen, his heartbeat was even faster, and when he saw her in front of him motionless next to him, he could even feel that his breathing was about to go out of control, was he going to suffocate?

Don't you hold hands? Could it be that in the cold and deep alleys of this dark night, kiss her lips that seem to be extremely gentle?

……

He knew that at this moment, his mind was completely confused, his heartbeat was still accelerating violently, he had difficulty breathing, and even his whole body began to tremble, but this was not because of the cold, it really had nothing to do with the cold wind, it really didn't.

It's just that he understands that he doesn't have such a lot of courage, it seems that the words have just come to his mouth, but he can only make the appearance of wanting to say and stopping, and even in addition to the appearance of wanting to say and stopping, he can't do anything, and in the end, maybe a few minutes later, right? He swallowed his saliva and said tremblingly: "Go home, right?" It's so cold here. ”

He didn't wait for her to agree, just turned around and walked forward, the cold night, the cold drizzle, but everything didn't seem so cold, in short, he knew that he had lost his temper too many times tonight, and she just followed him, maybe it was because the night was too dark, right? So she was pulling his clothes from behind, was she afraid that all of a sudden he wouldn't be able to run away?

But he said, "Put your hands in your pockets, right?" Your hands are frozen like that, chubby, like pig's trotters. Originally, I wanted to buy you a pair of gloves, but I was so scared that I didn't buy them. ”

She didn't speak, but she didn't let go, so he tried to turn around, trying to shove her hand back into her own woolen cotton pocket.

And at this moment, his left hand touched her hand, and at this moment his heartbeat and even his breathing completely collapsed, although her hand was cold, cold to the bone, but he was very light, very, very light to stroke her hand, and when he felt his heart beat to his throat, he reluctantly stuffed her hand back into her cotton pocket.

He picked up the wine bottle, grunted, and took a big sip, instantly burning his heart, using this strength of the wine to suppress the uncontrollable heartbeat and emotions, then he pretended to be calm and said softly: "The first time I touched a girl's hand, it was so cold." ”

She seemed to be grinning, and seemed very unhappy, so she walked forward, and he could only follow closely behind her again.