"Dad."

The living room was quiet, Zhi's father was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, and Zhi's mother was busy in the kitchen. Zhihua came in with snacks and called out cautiously.

Well, I'm still a little afraid of knowing my father.

"Why did you go so long?"

Zhi's father put down the newspaper and looked at Zhihua seriously, his tone was still majestic.

"There was a delay on the way."

Zhihua touched his nose weakly and said slowly.

The father and daughter were relatively speechless, Zhi's father looked at Zhihua and stopped, moved his lips and finally did not speak, he sighed slightly, and then picked up the newspaper again and continued to read.

Zhihua bit his lip tightly, and then took out his mobile phone to send a message to Song Nanqiao.

"Why are you father and daughter so twisted?"

"Can't you talk?"

"Why do I feel like you're strangers?"

Zhi's mother brought the food out of the kitchen, she chattered and sighed helplessly.

"Mom, shall I serve the food?"

Zhihua was silent, so he quickly got up and went to the kitchen to help bring out the dishes.

Zhi's mother sighed heavily and didn't say anything.

At the dinner table, Zhi's father asked about some things about Zhihua in school, and Zhihua answered seriously.

"If you're not in a hurry to fall in love, you're not in a hurry to get married."

"Now you young people like to talk about fast-food love, I don't understand, but Dad doesn't advocate you to have this kind of unhealthy relationship."

Zhi's father stared at Zhihua's face, his expression was serious and serious.

"Okay."

Zhihua answered.

"Draw a picture, this is for Chen Mo's child."

After eating, Zhi's mother filled a few dumplings in a thermos bowl, and then said to Zhihua.

「...... Okay."

Zhihua originally wanted to refuse, but in the eyes of Shangzhi's mother, she finally took the thermos bowl, and she sighed silently in her heart.

Don't let each other's parents know about what happened between them as young people.

"Are you home alone?"

When Zhihua arrived, the door inside Chen Mo's house was open, and Zhihua walked in with ease.

Chen Mo sat on the sofa and wore shoes.

"Why are you here?"

Chen Mo was surprised for a moment, and the movements in his hands were stunned.

"Woohoo."

Panpan was mischievously rubbing at her feet, wagging her fluffy tail.

"My mom asked me to give it to you."

Zhihua put the insulated bowl on the table, and she said slowly.

"Looks like you're home alone."

"Then I'll go first."

Zhihua doesn't want to stay too long.

"Paint, can't we really go back?"

Chen Mo stood up suddenly, he grabbed Zhihua's hand, and his eyes were injured.

He doesn't want too many things, he just wants to go back to the past with Zhihua, and the two of them get along as friends.

He continued to hide his thoughts, and Zhihua treated him like an ordinary friend, he could confide in each other about anything, and occasionally made an appointment to eat together, just like an ordinary friend.

"There's no going back."

Zhihua took a deep breath, and finally said it cruelly.

She doesn't understand what other people think, but in her Zhihua, a relationship has deteriorated, so there is really no going back.

Life is so long, there will be some friends of the opposite sex more or less, and there are some things that you can't go back to.

When facing Chen Mo, Zhihua really couldn't face it calmly.

"Okay, I see."

Chen Mo let go

Grabbing Zhihua's hand, he lowered his eyes.

"If you need anything in the future, I can still stick a knife in both sides."

Zhihua smiled slightly, and she said slowly.

has been a friend for so many years, it's not that she doesn't want it, she just can't get along with Chen Mo calmly, not that she doesn't want Chen Mo as a friend.

The relationship between friends really can't cross the line.

"Paint, if there is no Song Nanqiao in this world, and you can't meet other hearts, will you choose me in the end?"

"As the saying goes, when we are old enough to get married, we don't have a partner for each other, so let's get together."

Chen Mo looked at Zhihua with a smile, and his tone was very light and light, as if it could be dispersed as soon as the wind blew.

"Chen Mo, we can only be friends."

Zhihua stared at Chen Mo, and his tone was very serious.

She and Chen Mo are destined to be just friends.

Even if she can't meet Song Nanqiao, even if she is going to die alone, she won't be right with Chen Mo.

For Zhihua, marriage is not a promise, nor is it suitable, but to contain love, what she wants is a marriage with love, if you can't meet it, then what does it matter if you are lonely and old?

"Okay, I see."

Chen Mo nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Gone."

"If your parents are busy with work, they can go to my house to eat."

Zhihua thought about it and said, after knowing each other for so many years, they have always gotten along like this.

"Okay."

Chen Mo nodded.

Zhihua walked out, she touched the position of her heart, and suddenly felt a little pain, quite uncomfortable.

"Panpan, how do you think I can forget him?"

Chen Mo squatted down, his voice low.

His heart is very small, and he doesn't know when he will be able to fit another person, maybe it will be difficult to achieve it.

——

Zhihua opened the window of his room, and the sight was a familiar car, and joy instantly came to his heart.

Song Nanqiao!!

How did he get here?

"What's the night, where are you going?"

Zhihua walked to the living room, Zhi's father was still watching the news in the living room, caught a glimpse of Zhihua, and asked.

"I'm a little hungry, go out for a late-night snack and be with Miaomiao."

Zhihua shook his mobile phone and said with a little emptiness.

"Come back early."

Zhi's father didn't say anything, but admonished.

"Ajo."

Under the street lamp, Song Nanqiao's figure was stretched very long, and he lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

Zhihua rushed over at once and crashed into Song Nanqiao's arms.

"How did you get down?"

Suddenly there was another person in his arms, and Song Nanqiao was stunned for a moment, and the cigarette between his fingertips was only half smoked.

He originally thought that he would call Zhihua after smoking this cigarette.

"I see you."

Zhihua blinked mischievously.

"Smoke less."

She took the cigarette from Song Nanqiao's hand and said slowly, without the intention of blaming.

"You're not angry?"

Song Nanqiao was a little confused, he looked down at Zhihua, and his expression was a little nervous.

"Ah, why am I angry?"

Zhihua blinked slightly, and asked a little puzzled.

Good manner, why is she angry?

Zhihua said that he didn't understand.

"I smoke."

Song Nanqiao is like a child who has done something wrong.