Xu He slowly turned around and walked to the side of the restaurant and sat down.

If you don't jump, you don't jump.

It's not a big deal, anyway, it's just a dying dream.

Since it has long been completely hopeless, it is also a good thing that I no longer think about it in my heart.

Zhao Pingjin propped his hands on the sink, he turned on the water pipe, but did not wash, and looked at himself from the mirror.

After a good night's sleep, in fact, his complexion was much better, but his eyes were still covered with a layer of frost and snow that could not be melted.

In fact, she dances beautifully, even if it is not so perfect, but it is also very exciting.

He just couldn't see her like this.

He didn't want to let himself be wrapped up in that uncomfortable emotion.

He was stiff and cold to her, trying to push her away, but at the same time, he coveted the incomparable feeling that she brought him.

Zhao Pingjin hated himself for such a contradiction, and hated that he couldn't make a categorical decision.

I hated myself for being caught in this mess again, and I couldn't extricate myself.

After a long time, he came out of the bathroom, and Xu He sat at the dining table, focusing on peeling an egg.

Hearing his voice, she handed him the peeled egg as if nothing had happened: "Here you go." ”

Zhao Pingjin didn't take it, took another whole one, and peeled it himself.

Xu He's hand paused there, and after a few seconds of planting, she took it back by herself, took a small bite, and ate the egg.

He eats the egg, drinks a cup of coffee and gets up.

Xu He hurriedly put down the spoon and went to fetch clothes for him.

He didn't bring clean clothes when he came over last night, Xu He got up early in the morning, washed and dried them by hand, and ironed them smoothly.

Shirts, trousers, ties, socks, underwear, everything is clean and tidy.

Zhao Pingjin looked at the clothes in her hand, but what he thought of was that she and Tang Zhao were together every day when they were abroad.

Has she ever washed Tang Zhao's clothes like this?

Did you help him iron his clothes and tie his tie like his wife?

There must be, when she is willing to hurt people, she is really gentle and considerate to the bones, and he knows it very well.

"I'll wash it by hand, you make do with it first......"

Xu He whispered, but Zhao Pingjin suddenly reached out and took the stack of neat clothes, and the next second, he turned around and walked to the trash can and let go of his hand directly.

Xu He stood there at a loss, watching her carefully cared for clothes fall into the trash, and her eyes suddenly stinged.

"My clothes can't be washed, if you don't understand, remember to ask, don't make your own opinions."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and entered the room, Xu He heard him call Zheng Fan and ask him to send his clothes over.

She slowly sat down in her chair, her fingers trembling as she landed on her lap.

I don't know what else to do.

Maybe that's what he looks like when he doesn't like you anymore.

Xu He suddenly felt that the original plan in his heart was fundamentally wrong.

She shouldn't have stayed by his side by retreating and trying her best to ease their relationship.

It's all self-inflicted.

But.

Xu He thought of the medicines he took, and the words that Zheng Fan said that day when he was sent to first aid.

thought that he was worried about Tang Zhao's safety at the engagement at that time, and abandoned him......

It was she who made him like this, no wonder others.

She forced herself to pull herself together again.

Zhao Pingjin heard a knock on the door, but he didn't answer, and after a while, she simply pushed open the door and came in.

He didn't look at her, he didn't pay attention to her.

Xu He walked straight in front of him, and Zhao Pingjin glanced at her.

There is still a little red at the end of the eyes, and the eyelashes are slightly moist, but they are still smiling, and the smile is very good and sweet.

"You forgot to apply last night?"

Xu He took his hand, and his eyes slid over his tail finger without a trace, and the knuckles that were slightly misplaced and twisted spread almost a whole circle of suture scars.

Her eyes dimmed slightly, and she involuntarily held it: "You can't shake your face and be cold and violent." ”

"If you can't take it anymore, stop now."

Zhao Pingjin pulled back his hand hard, but Xu He clenched it tighter and refused to let go.

"Then you promised me last night, if you can't do it, you can not agree, but if you do, you must keep your promise."

"Is this a slap in the face and cold violence?"

"Count."

Xu He leaned over lightly and wrapped his arms around his waist: "Just such a little time, can you not be so cold every day, when I leave, how cold you want to be, anyway, I can't see it, out of sight." ”

"Who said that I have a cold face every day, how do you know what I look like in front of others."

Zhao Pingjin pulled her hand away: "Don't call me if it's okay, don't go look for me, I'll come over when I need it." ”

Xu He's hand was thrown aside by him.

She didn't chase after it again.

After a while, Zhao Pingjin came out of the bedroom, and Zheng Fan sent a change of clothes.

He took his clothes and came back to the room again, Xu He got up and went out.

Zhao Pingjin looked at her silent but calm back, and the tie in her hand was clenched tightly unconsciously.

That whole day, Xu He really didn't call him again, and naturally he couldn't go to him.

Zhao Pingjin worked overtime as usual, and at half past six, Zheng Fan brought a working meal.

He didn't move much, and after the meal was withdrawn, he sent a WeChat message to Xu He: I'll go over at eight o'clock and get ready for dinner.

At half past seven, Zhao Pingjin closed the pen and got up to leave the office.

He asked Zheng Fan to get off work first, and drove through most of Kyoto to Xu He's apartment.

It's just that on the way back, he called Zheng Fan and asked him to find a cleaner to clean up an idle apartment near Tongsheng.

But after a while, he changed his mind and asked Zheng Fan to clean up another place, almost in the middle of the university where Tongsheng and she studied.

At 8:05, Zhao Pingjin parked the car.

As he went upstairs, he glanced up at the apartment window, where the lights were on.