To the goddess + side story

Maybe Chen Ling will ask, why did you break up.

Why did you break up? It seems that many people are obsessed with the question of why lovers break up, but everyone clearly understands that sometimes there is no reason for breaking up. We really want to be together in this life.

It's a bit embarrassing to say that. A few times ago, I said that my love for Roy was unmatched.

Not to mention, at the beginning I only believed that the great thing was emotion, but in the end I was powerless to see clearly that the strong thing was fate.

Who can resist fate?

Anyway, I can't.

At night, I was still thinking about how Roy was going to make an appointment with me, when the phone rang, it was an unfamiliar number.

My heart skipped a beat, and the first thing I felt was Roy. How should I describe this feeling? It’s like walking away with her once when my phone ran out of battery and I got separated from her. I felt that she would be waiting for me in a jewelry store. I went there , she was really there.

Although she said she was just passing by to buy a headband, she still laughed at me for being so flustered at such an age, and going back to school at worst.

But no matter where I found her, I have a good understanding with her.

It was indeed Roy on the other end of the phone. She said, "Wait for me in the parking lot." and hung up the phone.

When I walked to the parking lot, I saw her leaning against a car, pressing her cell phone and eating ice cream. The parking lot was too empty, which made my walking sound very loud. She looked up at me, then put her phone away, and said: Biting the spoon.

This glance reminds me of the scene when we first met.

I was only a freshman at that time, a seedling.

I met her at the entrance of the school supermarket, spring came just after summer, she was dressed very cool, standing in front of the refrigerator by herself and looking in, when I passed by, she took out an ice cream from inside.

Then a boy suddenly appeared from some shelf, stopped her when she was about to pay, and saw that she actually said to the cashier, "I treat her to eat."

I just thought in my heart, is it a bit cheap to strike up a conversation, an ice cream is only a few dollars, and then I thought, she should refuse.

But she calmly took three more from the refrigerator, put them in a bag, and left without turning her head.

Her departure was very handsome, leaving the boy in a mess in the wind, and it also made me follow her away inexplicably.

At noon, the alumni were almost taking a lunch break. I always remember that moment, she was walking on the tree-lined avenue, and I was following behind with a small backpack. This scene was so powerful that I now When I jumped out of my own identity and looked down from the sky in the third person, I felt very beautiful.

This is the first time Roy and I met. The sunlight hit through the gaps in the leaves and passed through her. A few seconds later, the same beam passed through me behind me. At that time, I just followed without taking it to heart. Thinking about why in the future, now I understand, the slight emotion that breeds is called tempting.

I thought she bought four of the same ice cream to share with her roommates, but never expected that she ate all of the ice cream on the way, and ate it very cleanly.

I also asked her about this later. She thought about it for a long time and finally realized that instead of answering directly, she asked me first. It turns out that the person who has been following me is you.

I said yes yes yes, you actually know.

She took one look at me and said, I thought you wanted to eat my ice cream.

I:……

Maybe it's really possible, my eyes were too eager, but Roy, you have to believe me, the object of my desire is you, not ice cream!

After this time, I wrote down her dormitory number. I don’t know why I wrote it down, but I just wrote it down anyway.

After eating the ice cream, Roy threw it in the green trash can, told me to get in the car and disappeared at the other end of the car.

I struggled between the co-pilot and the back seat for 3 seconds, and finally decided to open the co-pilot's door. I thought I was sitting in the back, and if I got nervous later, I might ask Master Roy to open it slowly.

Before the seat belt was fastened, she drove the car out. The atmosphere was terribly quiet. She didn't turn on the music, and the only sound in the car was our breathing.

She didn't ask me what I wanted to eat, but took me directly to a Chinese restaurant, and put on a cap and mask when I got off the bus.

I almost forgot she was a star.

The whole meal was unusually quiet. How can I describe this kind of quietness? If I use the usual method of elementary school students to write essays, it is so quiet that even a needle can be heard on the ground. I don’t think it is too much.

We were in a box, and we were the only ones in the box.

And from the beginning to the end of the meal, we didn't even have a conversation. She didn't say why she suddenly wanted to eat with me, she didn't ask why she ran away in a hurry that night, she didn't ask why she broke up with me, and so on. It made the manuscript I had already typed, but it was useless.

After eating, she asked me my home address and sent me directly downstairs.

The lights downstairs in my house are dim, which is the most suitable for young couples to have an affair, such as in the corner where few people pass by, in the dense grass, or in the corridor where the lights are flickering.