Youth after the continuation of that year in a hurry

After that dinner, Chen Xun really never came to see Fang Hui.

And Qiao Ran didn't tell Fang Hui what happened outside the wall.

But those words are true.

Fang Hui didn't sleep all night, weighing whether her waiting, which was already on the verge of despair, was meaningful.

But if this question could be answered easily, there would be no Fang Hui or Qiao Ran today.

Youth is just passing away in endless waiting one after another.

There is no value or not, only willing or not.

Qiao Ran will return to England in more than ten days, and there is always a banquet in the world. No matter how willing Qiao Ran is to wait for Fang Hui, this waiting will always end.

Some people are obviously by his side, but he doesn't want to wait.

Some people are obviously far away from home, but he waits hard.

And for some people, it is clear who is good to her, but she is unwilling to give up the expectation left by the relationship called first love.

The partners in high school still broke up.

In the past, a group of teenagers who never experienced the pain of separation were defeated by reality after all.

The so-called dream, the so-called favorite, but they are all so-called so-called so-called so-called.

After Qiao Ran left, he didn't know when he would come back next time, and he felt very reluctant.

Is it reluctance?

If Qiao Ran returned to England, how would she live during that time.

Chen Xun and Fang Hui used to be each other's world, thinking that they would go on like this for the rest of their lives and live up to each other.

The former eachother was formed because of these simple ideas.

In the end, it was violated.

When I think about it, the world is so close.

When a thought dies, it is so close to the end of the world.

Probably, this is how Fang Hui feels now.

Is it still hurting?

I'm afraid, he has already been numb by his indifference.

In this way, the days continue to walk towards the back, walking towards a more veiled future with an unknown masked feeling.

Qiao Ran was about to leave, with mixed feelings in his heart.

No matter what, you have to leave something to commemorate him.

Whether it's out of friendship or anything else.

The night before Qiao Ran boarded the plane, he went to the supermarket.

He didn't expect to buy something meaningful for Qiao Ran, so he planned to buy him something to eat.

Seems like a boring move.

Standing in front of the shelf, looking at the rows of food, it suddenly occurred to me that I didn't know what he liked to eat and what he didn't like to eat.

He's always been an easygoing guy, never special, yet special.

Before everyone went to eat Malatang, only after eating did they realize that Qiao Ran is not good at spicy food.

But during that meal, he didn't say anything, and no one noticed anything unusual.

What Chen Xun likes to eat, he knows.

If it was some time ago, it would be particularly sad to think about it.

But now, no more.

It is impossible for me and Chen Xun to turn back.

A person who wants to leave cannot keep his heart.

Fang Hui only understood this after going through this torture.

When I was young, the pain may be more obvious.

Good memories, behind the pain.

Pure love, behind it is pain.

The doomed parting is behind the pain.

In the pain again and again, we finally learn to grow.

Based on what Qiao Ran liked to eat from memory and what he thought tasted good, he bought two full bags.

I just want you to know that I have you in my heart.

The next day, I came downstairs to Qiao Ran to take him to the airport.

Naturally, the other three partners from high school also came.

Everyone's faces seemed to have begun to sharpen, and the childishness of the past faded away.

Early spring, with its unique characteristics of wanting to be cold but still cold, came quietly.

A group of people did not speak on the bus.

I don't know if it's the sadness caused by the impending parting.

Still the sadness of youth.

Fang Hui kept looking out of the car window with mist in his eyes.

She didn't know that if she paid more attention, she could see two pairs of eyes from the car window.

Both pairs also had sad eyes.

In the departure hall, Fang Hui looked at his watch, and finally said calmly, "Qiao Ran, when will you be back next time?"

"As soon as possible." Qiao Ran looked down at Fang Hui.

"Oh..." He kept his voice as calm as possible.

"No matter what, don't worry about that person anymore. If you can't be friends, don't be sad." Qiao Ran showed a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth, and smoothed Fang Hui's hair with his hands.

"No, I've already figured it out." Fang Hui took off the bag on his shoulder and took out several small bags, which were bulging inside, "This is for you. I don't know what you like to eat or not, so just I bought you something to eat according to my own taste while guessing. Well... these days, thank you very much."

Finally, he raised his eyes, and his clear eyes met those deep eyes.

Reddish eyes.

Because it was around the corner, they couldn't see it, so Fang Hui stood on tiptoe and hugged Qiao Ran: "Thank you very much."

The voice was suppressed and hoarse.

Shocked slightly, he hugged her.

A kiss fell.

But at this moment, there was someone who saw all of this.

Fang Hui was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously took two steps back.

Although she has a good impression of Qiao Ran in her heart, Fang Hui still feels uncomfortable because of the intimate behavior she has never had with him before.

What the hell is at play.

Fang Hui hastily smiled to cover up her embarrassment: "Then...Qiao Ran, hurry up and say a few more words to them..." After saying that, he turned around and wanted to go back.

Turning around, he saw those eyes.

Her pupils were like dots of ink, even though she no longer had the youthful face she had back then, her pupils were still deep.

For the rest of her life, Fang Hui will remember these eyes.

It had brought her indescribable feelings.

Looking at each other, the two of them hurriedly looked away as if they were electrocuted.

Fang Hui lowered her head, her long eyelashes half covered the despair in her eyes, her cheeks turned pale from the crimson just now.

After so long, it still feels like this.

In the first few minutes before boarding the plane, Qiao Ran kept looking at Fang Hui amidst everyone's hustle and bustle.

With her head down, she fiddled with the sagging of the long knitted T-shirt with her slender fingers.

"Fang Hui." Qiao Ran said, "Take care."

"Yes. Yes." Fang Hui raised her head upon hearing the sound, but found that she had nothing to say.

I am most afraid of the moment of parting.

Thousands of words are blocked in the heart, and the heart is empty when the person leaves.

Perhaps it can be said that the panic and absent-mindedness at this moment are just because of that deep look.

An inexplicable feeling rose and burned.

On the airport bus, Fang Hui sat alone by the window.Lin Jiamo and Zhao Ye were laughing in front of them. The two were extroverted, and they talked about everything as before.

It turned out that Fang Hui still had two seats when she got on the bus, one was beside a man she didn't know, and one...the other was beside Chen Xun.

Biting my lip...

After hesitating for a few seconds, he walked towards the man.

Chen Xun glanced at Fang Hui from the corner of his eyes after he took his seat, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Like bottomless stagnant water.

Then he turned his gaze to the scenery outside the car.

I don't know if it's subconscious or what.

This habit was learned during the three years with Fang Hui.

On the other side, Fang Hui was also looking out the window.

His eyes were slightly numb.

But after more than half a year, my own happiness has been shattered.

The eyelids gradually drooped, and the sporadic tears in the eyes were covered by long eyelashes.

Reluctantly, he pressed his forehead against the glass window.

The glass windows vibrate slightly with the engine.

groggy.

Before I knew it, I fell asleep.

Time slipped down the rain and fell on the asphalt highway.

The sky outside the window was dark, and most of the people in the car had fallen asleep.

Some people are sleeping, some people are in dreamland.

Some people close their eyes and think about her.

The author has something to say: the best is not necessarily what Fang Hui wants, just like Qiao Ran.What hurts the most is also what she loves the most and will never forget.

If youth comes again, she will still choose this way.

This is the measure of her feelings.