deep crush

At one point, Xia Han thought he had heard wrong.

The air seemed to be frozen, and the handsome man not far away was staring at him.He could read no more from that expressionless face.

He forced himself to calm down and asked in an inquiring tone, "Who are you talking about?"

Tang Ye: "Xia Han, grade 04, class 1 of the Department of Architecture." West dormitory building 205, served as the vice chairman of the student union, joined the clubs of mountaineering and astronomy, won two scholarships, and won three prizes in school debate competitions...

In just a few tens of seconds, Xia Han's mind turned a thousand times.

who is he?junior?

Why ask yourself?

Xia Han tried her best to search the memory bank, but she still couldn't remember the person in front of her who was outstanding in all aspects.

Suddenly, he pulled out a stiff smile, "It's been too long, I don't remember, probably, I don't know each other!"

The brilliance in Tang Ye's eyes dimmed in an instant, and the courage and outburst of emotion gradually faded away. He couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or despair, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Xia Han: "Is that person you mentioned your friend?"

Opening his eyes again, he turned back into Tang Ye who was awake again, "No, it's just someone I know."

Someone I've known for seven years and someone I may never see.

Tang Ye walked past him, Xia Han finally let go of his worries, and let out a long sigh of relief.

There were too many people who knew him as an influential figure on campus back then. Tang Ye might just be a junior who had heard his name before, just asking casually.

Xia Han turned around and walked behind him.

I don't know why, gradually, I saw a trace of loneliness that shouldn't be there from that person's back.

After returning home, he took off his suit and threw it on the ground. Tang Ye sat on the ground beside the bed, resting his head on his hands.

It was just a concert, but he felt tired for three days and three nights.

There is no strength in the whole body, from body to mind, extremely tired.

Still, I can't forget it!

Perhaps it was because of the influence of Lin Yu, who sang and danced vigorously on the stage, which awakened his deliberately sealed memories and longings.

When 22-year-old Xia Han conquered him with his singing voice and smile while holding a guitar in his arms, Lin Yu, who played the bass superbly, stood beside him.

They are best friends in college.

From the time Lin Yu appeared in the public eye, Tang Ye began to pay attention to her news.

When she becomes popular, Tang Ye always takes chances, maybe at a fan meeting, award ceremony, concert, or endorsement event, that person's figure will suddenly appear.

He followed her for seven years and waited for him for seven years.

Luo Qi doesn't understand, how can you, a good young man who talks about five things and four beauties, like Lin Yu, a star who is several years older than you, now there are cuties everywhere. Than a water spirit, hey, look!

Whether Lin Yu is beautiful or ugly, young or old, he never cares about how many works he has performed or how many songs he has sung, he only cares about the person who may appear by her side.

Li Liefeng asked him, after so many years of entanglement, one day I really saw him, what do you plan to do?

How about it……

At the age of 30, or even later, Xia Han should be married and have children, what else can you do?

He took out a cigarette from the bedside table and lit it, the rising smoke could not relieve his worries.

It's time to give up.

A fruitless obsession, only a fool would be obsessed with it for so long.

He is also tired of being like this himself, why can't he try to associate with others, why doesn't he want to give others and himself a chance to love again.

Even though he is still young, there are still many years to wait for that person to appear.But that person—the one who didn't even know he existed—wouldn't be waiting for him.

The one who gets married, has children, and basks in bliss...

Perhaps, his persistence is just to wait for a result.

Waiting for someone to tell him that Xia Han is married and living a good life.

Maybe on that day, he could actually let that person out of his mind, his heart.

Xia Han's beverage store is doing very well. My sister Xia Juan has visited it several times and gave him a thumbs up in disbelief.

Xia Han thought with a wry smile, it really felt like being praised for getting [-] points in the elementary school exam.

Xia Juan has always been worried about his health, and always thinks that he can't take care of herself, which is why she still wants to persuade him to change his mind and get back together with that person.

In this world, apart from my sister, he is the only person who will accept and take care of his useless life.

It's useless to talk too much, Xia Han worked hard to manage his small shop well, just to let Xia Juan see that he doesn't need anyone, he can make himself live better than anyone else.

When he got home at night, while the soup was being cooked, he turned on the computer to feed Qiqi, and habitually looked at the friends column, but Master was not online yet.

Over the past month or so, he and Ye Sihan have gradually become acquainted. Although they are just doing the task of master and apprentice every day, they can still feel his seriousness and responsibility in the short chat.

As long as there is something he doesn't understand, Ye Sihan will respond to every request, like an encyclopedia, Xia Han will look through it, and he will quickly give the answer.

Except for one thing - can you change the name of your spirit beast?

As soon as he entered the room, Tang Ye sneezed and rubbed his nose, wondering if it was not covered properly last night and he was frozen?

Putting the packed food on the table and putting away the clothes hanging outside the balcony, he turned on the computer, and when he went into the kitchen to pour a glass of water, he saw that the garbage left in the morning hadn't been emptied yet.

He put down the cup, packed the trash and carried it out.

In the past, the garbage would always be placed outside the door, waiting to be taken away when you go downstairs, but now after the beautification by the person opposite the door, how dare he put disrespectful garbage on the completely new aisle.

He trotted downstairs carrying the garbage, and when he came back there was a gust of wind, and the door was closed with a bang.

Tang Ye: "..."

The tragic Tang Ye stood there for half a minute before remembering to find someone to pick the lock.

Touch pocket, cell phone, no.money, no.She also wore slippers on her feet.

This situation, to paraphrase Li Liefeng, could it be any worse?

He stood at the door and walked back and forth five times. After five times, he knocked on the door opposite.

Xia Han looked through the cat's eyes and opened the door with a puzzled look on his face.

Tang Ye: "I just went downstairs to take out the trash without a key, and then the door was locked."

Xia Han nodded, this kind of thing is quite common.

Tang Ye: "If it doesn't bother you, I'll turn over from your balcony."

Xia Han frowned, although he did this when he was young, but--

Xia Han: "It's not safe! Otherwise, I'd better find someone who picks the lock."

Tang Ye: "It's okay, I've turned it over before."

Xia Han hesitated for a while before letting someone into the house.

Tang Ye took a look at this person's small world by the way, and it was very different from the previous couple when they were together.Tang Ye once thought that he had gone to the wrong place.

Home appliances, tables and chairs, keys, and magazines are all placed in an orderly manner. The owner who loves cleanliness cleans the cabin spotlessly. The bone soup that was just served on the dining table is still covered, and the aroma wafts from the small holes.

Tang Ye held his breath as much as possible, thinking about his high-fat take-out food.

The distance between the balconies is not too big, just take a big step after turning over, and most men can do it.

Tang Ye opened the balcony window, grabbed the railing and just raised his foot when someone patted his shoulder. He turned around and Xia Han handed over a bundle of ropes.

The safety rope was thrown in the pile of debris outside the door when he first moved in. Xia Han thought that one day he might need to repair the solar energy on the roof and so on, so he kept it.

Tang Ye: "No need, just turn it over."

Xia Han untied the rope, fixed one end on the railing, and tied the safety belt around his waist regardless of his objection, "Tie it up, be safe, I've washed it clean, it's not dirty."

Tang Ye remembered this tape. Because of his work, the male neighbor next door used it for many years. Later, he got a new one. This one was thrown into the debris pile, and it was stained with oil stains and dirt that could not be washed off.Now being picked up by a man, I don't know how much effort it took to make it show its true colors.

The man leaned very close, his black baseball cap dangling in front of his eyes.He had to wear a hat to open the door, Tang Ye felt that he was a little hypocritical.

He has seen many people with scars on their faces. A woman in his mother's unit was burned when she was young, and her entire face was destroyed. She never wore a hat or sunglasses to cover it up for more than ten years.After the people in the unit get used to it, they don't find it strange.

The more secretive he is, the more people will look sideways.

A man, why does he care so much about his appearance?

After fastening the seat belt, Xia Han tied the safety rope to the 8-shaped ring and locked the safety hook. Primary school students generally carefully confirmed the whole process and raised their heads, "Okay, be careful."

Tang Ye looked at him, resisted the urge to roll his eyes and turned around.

Elementary school, middle school, university, work, no matter what period, there are always some extremely serious creatures.

They are a model of suing the teacher and the principal, they are wonderful people who memorize the school rules and disciplines thoroughly, and they are obsessive-compulsive disorder patients who must be buttoned to the top.

When encountering such a person, most of them can't help but deliberately challenge his principles, will they go berserk?

Turning over the window, holding the window lattice, Tang Ye looked at Xia Han, who was clearly fixed but still clutching the rope with a tense expression.

Tang Ye's eyes rolled around, his feet dangled in the air, his hand holding the rope suddenly loosened, and he slid down quickly.

Xia Han, who was overly nervous, leaned out half of her body out of the window, and stretched out her hand reflexively to grab the man's wrist.

The baseball cap fell off his head, and Tang Ye saw Xia Han's face clearly for the first time.

It's not a good-looking face, and there are some obvious scars on the right cheek. Because of this, you have to wear a hat all day, which is really hypocritical.

When Tang Ye met the worried eyes of the man, he was half absent-minded.

A picture flashed in my mind, seven years ago, on the campus where the peach blossoms were in full bloom, the man turned his head, with a gentle smile hidden in his eyes.

He closed his eyes, calmed down, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, he deliberately avoided the man's gaze.

He didn't expect that in this world, there would be people with exactly the same eyes as that person.

The same.

When I was young, relatives said that his eyes were like his father, his mouth was like his mother, and his nose was like his aunt...

He always felt that it was a fantasy. Aren't people's eyes, noses, and mouths all look alike, but some are bigger and some are smaller.

But at this moment, he couldn't find a more suitable word other than exactly the same.

They were two completely different faces, but the eyes that had haunted him for seven years were really, really similar.

He grabbed the rope tightly, pedaled the air conditioner to the opposite balcony, turned over the window, and turned around.

Xia Han let out a long breath and looked at him with lingering fear.

Tang Ye untied the safety rope, threw it back to him, and said without any shame: "It's okay, I was teasing you just now."

Xia Han was stunned for a few seconds, but she didn't feel annoyed. She shook her head with a smile, and retracted the rope, "It's good that you're fine."

Without the cover of the hat, Xia Han's smile was clearly and completely exposed in front of Tang Ye.I don't know if it was affected by the illusion just now, he actually, actually felt that this person laughed, and Xia Han...

Today, there may be some confusion.

He thanked him and turned into the house.

Sitting in front of the computer, he stared blankly for a while.Thinking of the incredible person opposite, the incredible coincidence.

Was it because the concert a while ago brought back long memories in him, and that person also graduated from S University, knew Lin Yu, and had a surname of Xia, so his brain began to automatically substitute it.

He patted his not so clear mind to stop his wild thoughts.

After logging into the game, his little apprentice sent another message.

It is a request that will be sent every once in a while, can you change the name of your spirit beast?

Normally, such messages are automatically ignored by him, but today, in an irritable mood, he typed a blunt sentence: It's none of your business!

Xia Han looked at the line of small characters on the screen, imagining the angry look of that person.

Are you angry?

Thinking about it in another way, it is disgusting that there are always people chasing after me and asking Qiqi to change her name.

"I'm sorry to upset you. I have no other meaning. I'm sorry."

Xia Han sat in front of the computer for a long time and the man didn't reply, he sighed and got up to clean up the dishes.

After washing the dishes and coming out of the kitchen, there was a new message alert on the computer.

"I was in a bad mood just now, and my tone was a bit off, don't mind."

Xia Han's mood improved after being gloomy for a while, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and she tapped the keyboard with her fingers, making a crisp sound.

"Well, it's good that you don't get angry."

"Why do you always ask me to change the name of the spirit beast?"

"Uh... because, I have a friend named Xia Han."

"Xia Han? Male or female?"

"……female."

"is it?"

The increasingly dark sky is full of stars, and the moonlight pokes into the house with curiosity, as if to pry into the secrets separated by this wall.

Who started a gentle head, who continued to write the story, a little mysteriously, quietly, quietly, without anyone noticing, opened another door.