To the goddess + side story

Roy asked me, "What were you thinking just now?"

I pause.

Why does she know how to ask questions so well, and she got to the point as soon as she asked. In fact, I was reminiscing about the details between us just now, and I didn’t let go of the taste. I can't tell her, she will laugh at me, and maybe call me perverted.

Coughing a few times in my heart, I thought for a while and said, "I was thinking, um, what does the password on your door mean."

She looked at me straight in the eyes, and reached out to pinch my chin.

Roy has always loved the little tricks, pinching my chin, playing with my fingers, touching my earlobe, wrapping my hair around my fingers, etc!I used to be stupid and didn't understand, and sometimes I avoided it because of itching, and then I rolled several times in the muddy mud. It turns out that these small movements are called fun.

She said, "Prime numbers."

It's really a prime number. I smiled in my heart after hearing this, and laughed at myself for being sentimental.In fact, when I first learned the password, although it looked like a prime number at first glance, I still thought that it should have something to do with me. As a couple, I like the connection between such small details the most. If you don't understand it, you will naturally make up your mind, oops, it must have something to do with me.So I accumulated all the numbers related to me, ID number, student number, number of strokes in my name, birthday, house number, all kinds of patchwork, playing 24-like addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, root numbers, and powers, but I didn’t find it There are no signs of 1357.

You said she was doing a good job of making a prime number, it's boring and boring.

Seeing that I was stunned and did not answer, Roy raised my chin a little and let go of my hand, put it under my head and asked, "What's wrong?"

I chuckled, "No, no."

She laughed, "It has nothing to do with you, do you feel disappointed?"

Me, "Hahaha how is that possible!"

She raised her eyebrows, "Well, I changed it casually, and I want you to change it. Since you don't care, just use this."

I immediately stretched out my hand, shook it excitedly in front of her, pointed at myself, and said with the air of a strong man filled with righteous indignation, "I'll change it, I'll change it!"

After saying this, I actually saw a sense of pampering in her eyes!Is it my illusion?How can I describe this feeling, it's like there is a touch of tenderness in her eyes, looking at you deeply and wanting to melt you.

I firmly believe that this is not an illusion!She spoils me!

She said, "Xue Lingyi, why are you still so funny?"

This kind of night is the most suitable for casual chatting, chatting about anything, sometimes the words are not meant to be answered by the other party, she just wants to talk, she said I am funny, I also admit that I am funny, when popular classmates recorded In addition to wishing me good health and all wishes come true in the comments, many people also praised me as everyone's pistachio.Roy's words, I'll just take her as a compliment and don't expose it.

So I also gave her a particularly doting look, but without a mirror, I don't know if the expression is in place.

I said, "Roy."

She groaned.

I asked, "Did you really forgive me like that?"

She laughed, grabbed a handful of my bangs and put them in the middle of my forehead, curled them a few times, I looked up, but I didn't see anything but felt like I had turned into a chicken-eye, so I gave up.

She said, "No, how could I forgive you?"

So she went on to say, "You are no better-looking than me, no richer than me, no more famous than me, no taller than me, no better figure than me, why do you think I am?"

I replied, "maybe because of love?"

After hearing this, Roy pulled my bangs hard, pointed to the light on the other end and said, "Shameless, turn off the light and go to sleep."

I said oh, and did it obediently, and proudly felt that her behavior was called becoming angry from embarrassment, hahaha, I don't care, Roy just loves me so much.

We didn’t sleep after turning off the lights. I don’t know when this late-night chat will end. I just remember that we seem to have returned to the past. I started to become a chatterbox. She would speak up and ask me for details. After all, we have been separated for four years. Although these four years are ordinary, different things are changing every minute. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. In short, I kept saying, There is a seamless connection between topics and topics.

I have a lot of things I want to tell her, and I have a lot of things I want to share with her, only to realize that after all these years, it's not that I have become quiet, but because there is no Roy around me, and I can't tell anyone except her. vigorously.

The most recent impression I had last night was that I was telling her that in my last job, the headquarter boss competed with the branch boss, and the fight finally closed down the branch, so I lost my job.

When we were having breakfast in the car the next day, she asked me, "Did that director still contact you after your company went bankrupt?"

I thought about it, and it turned out that this is the point, and it turned out that she was really listening carefully.

This director has harmed me a lot. He almost tricked me and said he likes me. He tricked me into answering his various questions. I thought I was very careful, and what I could answer were things that everyone knew. Go confront the boss one by one.Later I realized that the fault was not in what I answered, but in my contact with the director.