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Under her mother's nagging, Nie Qinghuan finally returned home years ago.

Being used to the coldness of London, when she returned to this native place, she suddenly felt a sense of strangeness. At that moment, she was a little sad, because she realized that she did not belong to this place after all, and she would eventually travel far.

On the day of the cousin's child's first birthday, the mother had no time to go, so she went alone.When she saw her long-lost cousin, she sighed. They used to sleep in the same bed; they discussed a certain school grass together. In a blink of an eye, she was married and had children. Her husband seemed to have a bad temper. A good look, standing beside her to coax the children, a peaceful and good look.

The relatives I knew were very enthusiastic about greeting each other, but they just stayed all day. They were very bored and could only gather in twos and threes to play cards. Nie Qinghuan couldn't play cards and couldn't get involved, so he had to sit on the sidelines in a daze.

She thought about a lot of boring things, and when she was thinking about whether to buy a pair of red or black Converse this Chinese New Year, a man came over, sat beside her, and said carelessly: "Add a WeChat."

She just glanced at the other party casually, without even seeing the other party's face clearly, she hurriedly looked away, and said, "The phone is out of battery."

The other party obviously didn't believe it, and just said: "This excuse is too careless. Adding WeChat will not do anything. Why are you so stingy?"

Nie Qinghuan smiled helplessly, and then she looked up to see his face clearly. She still smiled, took out her mobile phone and asked the man casually, "What would you say if my mobile phone is really out of battery?"

That person just put away his nonchalant expression and said, "What do you want?"

Nie Qinghuan took out his mobile phone, but he made a joke: "You won't take advantage of the shutdown and lie to me, will you?"

However, the joke was not funny. Nie Qinghuan ignored him and just pressed the power button. The screen showed that the battery was too low. She turned the screen to face him with a cold expression. The man had no choice but to leave.

He walked to another table, waved his hands and said to another man, "No way, I can't get it."

Another man asked, "What's wrong?"

Only then did the man say: "I really can't help you, my phone is out of battery."

Only then did Nie Qinghuan realize that the person just asked for WeChat for his friend. She knew that a pair of eyes were looking at her, but she didn't look over.If it was in the past, she might have sent WeChat to the other party, and made friends with those who were good-looking, but this time, she was not even interested in seeing the other party's appearance.Now she only thinks: Maybe the other party looks good, but what does it have to do with her?

She didn't want to admit it, but Zhou Fang left, and indeed took away some things, such as love, such as courage... She became hesitant and slack about starting a new relationship, she didn't have so much courage, she Began to believe in fate: if you get it, you are lucky; if you don't, you are destined.And now she really didn't have "fate" to meet.

After dinner in the afternoon, Fu Yao came, and they sat at the same table without talking to each other.She is still the same as before, pestering a few elders to act like a baby, she looks like a lively little girl, completely different from Nie Qinghuan.Before Fu Yao came, a relative told about her, saying that she now has a boyfriend, so when Nie Qinghuan saw her wearing a very ladylike orange sweater and light makeup, she thought: As expected of someone Anyone who has a boyfriend knows how to dress up.

Nie Qinghuan was about to go home. Before leaving, she went to give a red envelope. Fu Yao was over there. She glanced at her and said jokingly, "Auntie, do you think about giving me a red envelope for Chinese New Year?"

Nie Qinghuan only replied: "No." Then she stopped looking at her, just took out the red envelope to Second Uncle, and said, "Second Uncle, please give this red envelope to my sister, I will be leaving now."

Nie Qinghuan turned to look at Fu Yao when she reached the door, she was different from the tomboy in memory, they were about the same age, Fu Yao never called her aunt, since the last time they broke up, maybe they haven't seen each other for a long time .Nie Qinghuan glanced at her from afar and only sighed.

In fact, Nie Qinghuan and Fu Yao are better off, Fu Yao never regards her as an elder, no matter how old or young, Nie Qinghuan sometimes dislikes her, but in her heart she still regards her as a close person.

When did it change?It was the day when Fu Yao's grandmother had a quarrel with her own mother, that day she slept with her mother for a long time, and she heard sobbing in the middle of the night, that was the first time she saw her mother cry, so sad Helpless, knowing that she would be worried by her side, my mother didn't hold back.She got up and saw that there were obvious tears on her face by the light, but no matter how Nie Qinghuan asked, her mother refused to say the reason.

The next day, Fu Yao's grandma was leaving, and before she left, she was still complaining endlessly, Nie Qinghuan finally couldn't help but speak a few words for her mother.As an elder, Fu Yao's grandma was being educated by a junior, so she couldn't help but get upset, said a few words to Nie Qinghuan, and then left unhappy.After that, she probably went home and complained. Fu Yao's family had a strange attitude when they saw Nie Qinghuan, and the two families have been unhappy since then.Nie Qinghuan never asked Fu Yao's opinion on this matter, but the two kept an awkward distance and gradually drifted apart.

Nie Qinghuan has never regretted it. She often thinks of the night when her mother cried under the quilt. For the first time, she felt that she was just a fragile woman, and she should be her reliance.As for Fu Yao, Nie Qinghuan only knew that she had a boyfriend this time, and it was a long time ago when they last talked, just like Haruki Murakami said: Lost people are lost.She and Fu Yao really can't go back to the past.