tenderness

As if in a blink of an eye, I heard the sound of him hurrying downstairs, I ignored him and continued to squat on the ground, and after a while, the other party came over panting, patted my shoulder and asked, "What's the matter, little boy?" promise?"

Xiao Nuo, even when I was an adult, my mother no longer used it. Only he, the only one, still called me Xiao Nuo.Thinking of this, tears seem to fall even more, which makes me look up to him, I don't want to show him such a fragile self, I don't want to.

"Are you crying, Xiao Nuo," he shook me, "look up at me."

I just wiped my tears with my sleeves, and didn't mean to raise my head, probably because I couldn't wait any longer. He squatted down and raised my head with his hands, and was immediately stunned by the tears on my face.

"Seeing me in such a state of embarrassment, what do you want to say, Yongze?" In this situation, I was able to laugh and ask him.

"If you encounter any difficulties, or if you were bullied by someone, you tell me." His words were full of worry, and his hands kept stroking my back to comfort me.

"Yeah, I encountered difficulties and was bullied." I gently removed his hand that was patted on my back, "But do you know who that person is? If you don't know, take a good look at me. this person."

Probably because he was choked by my words, and more like frightened, he didn't say a word for a long time.

"I know all the things you helped me, including the fact that I am today, thanks to your support." I sneered.

"Are you blaming me," he asked cautiously, "I know you are a very self-respecting person, so I didn't tell you this, but I really want to help you..."

"Enough! I just want to know..." Feeling that I couldn't continue, but blurted out again, "I want to know why you stayed away from me and our shared apartment when you helped me?"

"..."

I could see his embarrassment, so I couldn't help but slow down my tone, "I don't want to hear your so-called reasons and excuses, I just want to hear your real thoughts, please tell me, please."

"Do you really want to know?"

Meeting his eyes, I nodded without hesitation.

"Then come with me," he took my hand, "go back to our original apartment, and I'll explain it to you."

"Don't be stupid, after you left, I have already returned that apartment, how could I still keep it now," said this, my long-suppressed bitterness surged up, "so we probably don't even have memories It's all gone..."

"It's okay." He didn't seem surprised, and pulled me to continue walking.

"Didn't you understand what I mean?" I shook my hand and shouted directly, "I said there no longer exists!"

"No," he took my hand again, "I bought that apartment at a premium the day after you left, so our memories will never go away."

What? Give it to someone else, fool."