What makes you think I will always like you?

After lunch, Liu Yan went back to the dormitory to sleep. Mo Yuqing looked at the chat page between herself and Chen Lu and was stunned for a long time.

Since the day Chen Lu confessed his love, the two people have never sent messages to each other.

She looked through the chat history between the two of them, as if she wanted to find evidence that she was actually good to Chen Lu.

but.

Chen Lu was always the only one who said good morning and good night on time every day, and who repeatedly greeted him with greetings.

And my own responses are often only one or two simple sentences, and sometimes I even feel irritated and simply ignore them.

Chen Lu often reminds himself that he should put on more clothes when the weather is cold, but he has never sent it to him once.

I can't help it, I'm really used to it. After a few years, I'm really used to it.

I was so used to it that I took Chen Lu's behavior for granted and forgot to be grateful.

Mo Yuqing rubbed her red eyes, stood up, cleared her throat, and spoke slowly: "Will you take me with you for this performance?"

"it is good!"

A few people agreed easily. Although they didn't know what caused this senior sister's sudden seizure, having her on the show would attract a lot of people.

No matter in terms of dancing or appearance.

Mo Yuqing quickly caught up with the progress and felt no pressure.

Mo Yuqing doesn't need to practice dancing at this level for a long time. He only needs to follow the process twice to know how to dance.

It's just that her mind kept wandering during dance practice.

She suddenly wanted to take a look at Chen Lu. Putting aside the time in class, this was the first time the two had not seen each other for so long.

Of course, this was also the first time that Mo Yuqing "missed" Chen Lu.

But there is no reason to meet.

This made Mo Yuqing suddenly feel dazed.

It feels like I suddenly woke up from a dream.

Ever since he was a child, Chen Lu has been always there for him, even if there was no reason.

If you want to see Chen Lu, you never need a reason.

But it's different now...

I still want to think about it...

During the break, Mo Yuqing sat on the podium with her eyes downcast, feeling mixed and unreal.

The "sweet dream" that I have always had seems to be really over.

Even if I didn’t think it was any good at first.

Is there still a chance? Chen Lu must be reluctant to leave my...

Mo Yuqing silently comforted herself in her heart, while thinking about the reasons for asking Chen Lu to meet.

......

At night, the moon hangs high.

Chen Lu returned to the dormitory happily, feeling rarely at ease.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the curtains on Jiang Chao's bed had been closed for no apparent reason. He didn't bother to ask more questions, and then turned his attention to Li Sinian, who was drinking porridge.

So as not to open the curtain and see the anti-aircraft guns there for anti-aircraft defense.

"Eating porridge at night? Why don't you take care of your health?" Chen Lu mocked.

Li Sinian disagreed, "Boss, his girlfriend ordered porridge for him tonight."

"So?" Chen Lu didn't understand what he meant.

"I don't have a girlfriend, so I'll buy it for myself! Jiang Chao, this xxx! xxxxx!"

Li Sinian mumbled and cursed several times before he managed to get out of his breath. He turned to look at Chen Lu and smiled, "You want to drink too? We are both poor people who don't have a girlfriend to order porridge for ourselves."

Chen Lu scratched his cheek with his index finger. He didn't dare to say that a girl would cook porridge for him every morning.

It will really kill you if you say it.

He had no choice but to step forward and take a few sips.

The next second he ran to the toilet and vomited.

"Damn it, why are you so disgusting?" Chen Lu felt nauseous.

"You must be sick, not all preserved eggs are like this."

"That's not it."

That's not what Liang Zhirou did.

Chen Lu rinsed his mouth and said, he was now more curious about how he finished drinking the preserved egg and lean meat porridge cooked by Liang Zhirou.

Although he was curious in his heart, his mouth unconsciously curled up.

Seeing Chen Lu packing things, Li Sinian felt strange and asked, "What are you packing for?"

"Isn't it May Day tomorrow? Let's go home." Chen Lu continued to lower his head and stuffed unused things like books he had read into his bag.

It’s not so much taking your luggage home as going back to unload it. Every time Chen Lu goes home, he only needs to take back the extra things that he left in the dormitory. He doesn't have to pack up all the big and small bags like others.

After all, I usually really want to go home and take a taxi and arrive soon. Carrying a bag back is a sign of respect for other students.

"Huh, how fresh it is. I almost forgot that you are from here." Li Sinian smiled.

"Isn't it because I can't bear to let you grown-ups up?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Sinian came to him inexplicably and poked him gently, "It's fun to tell you."

Chen Lu turned his head and motioned for him to continue.

"Today, Mo Yuqing reported another problem, so I went over to have a look. After struggling for a long time, I finally found that the audio cables were plugged in backwards."

"What kind of fun is this?" Chen Lu paused, feeling baffled.

"I haven't finished speaking yet. Do you know what she said when she saw me?"

"She said, why are you here?"

Lee Holmes Sinian pushed up his glasses, looking like he had seen through everything.

"I suspect she intentionally plugged the connector into the wrong one and originally wanted you to go over. After all, she doesn't know that you no longer help me handle these things."

Chen Lu spat at him, put his bag aside and lay down on the bed, "Crazy, I would rather believe that the boss will learn than that Mo Yuqing will look back."

Seeing that Chen Lu had closed his eyes, Li Sinian walked to the side and slowly opened the curtain on Jiang Chao's bed. He looked at Jiang Chao who was staring at the laptop seriously and taking notes from time to time, and said to himself:

"But... the boss is really studying..."

......

At this time, Mo Yuqing had just returned to an empty home. After changing into thin lace pajamas, she curled up on the sofa with her long and beautiful legs in her arms, feeling a little depressed.

She didn't want Chen Lu to fall in love with someone else, but she wasn't ready to pursue him yet.

When she grew up, she realized for the first time what it meant to worry about gains and losses.

It was only at this moment that I finally realized that I actually liked Chen Lu.

Before, she was curious about where Chen Lu got so much time every day, and how he managed to worry so much about himself every day.

Only now do I realize that it’s not that I have nothing to do, but that I care too much about myself.

She cares so much that she thinks about whether she is unhappy or uncomfortable in any way every day. She cares so much that she knows her menstrual period better than she does.

After being quiet for a long time.

She tapped her phone and wrote a paragraph in her circle of friends:

[I hope that all my treasures can be understood without losing them. 】

This was Mo Yuqing's hint to Chen Lu.

After thinking about it for a long time, she still couldn't make up her mind to take the initiative to send a message to Chen Lu, even if it was just a simple good night.

There is a gap of more than two months between this Moment and the previous one, which was posted on her birthday.

Mo Yuqing clicked on the picture and felt even more enlightened.

That is a beautiful bouquet of roses.

The red roses are blooming wildly, as if they will never wither.

Of course they will not wither.

Because they are all made of paper.

At that time, Chen Lu prepared for the birthday party for nearly half a month, and then gave himself the bouquet of flowers he folded by himself.

A total of 33 roses, all made of paper.

Mo Yuqing still remembers the envious looks of the girls around her.

Within a few minutes, countless comments appeared in the new circle of friends.

"Senior, are you in emo? I'll go watch a movie with you."

"Are you hinting at me? I don't want to lose you either. Even though you rejected me, I've still been waiting for you."

"Yu Qing, if you feel sad, go for a walk. I'll be downstairs in your dormitory right away."

"Do you regret it? As long as you say a word, I will go to Hangzhou tomorrow!"

Mo Yuqing almost lost his breath after reading these comments, and quickly deleted the few people who forgot to delete them.

Obviously they don't remember these people, why do they still remember themselves?

The girl's comments come a little slower, but they don't make her blood pressure appear high.

"Hug Qingbao~"

"Flowers can be folded straight and must be folded, don't break branches when there are no flowers."

As an insider, Liu Yan only made a sighing emoticon to represent her hatred of iron being unable to become steel.

Mo Yuqing sighed in frustration and continued to refresh the news repeatedly. This was the first time that she cared so much about the comments in her circle of friends because she was waiting for someone.

No matter how positive and enthusiastic these comments were, they were not what she wanted.

She wanted to see Chen Lu's reply.

Even a like is fine.

After a long time, she still didn't wait.

Mo Yuqing clicked into Chen Lu's circle of friends with some anxiety.

Chen Lu's circle of friends is still empty, not a single message has been posted.

The difference from before is that the background of the circle of friends has been changed from her back to a Pikachu.

As the night got deeper and deeper, the lights in the nearby buildings dimmed one by one until it was pitch black.

The arrogant girl waited until she fell asleep, but did not wait for the reply she wanted to see...

The cold moonlight shines through the window, illuminating the bouquet of paper-folded roses on the coffee table in a very cool way.

Behind this bouquet of roses, a sleeping girl is lying on her side on the sofa, her beauty is otherworldly.

The moonlight illuminated her handsome profile, white neck, and thighs as shiny as snow;

And the long-dried tears on her cheeks.