conspirator's love

Perhaps in order to resist the owner's rough treatment, the mobile phone that jumped off the cliff suddenly made a piercing beep under the cover of the quilt, and then sang at the top of its voice: "Ding ding ding jingling, the phone is ringing , the master is quick to pick it up! Ding ling ding ding ling..."

Fang Yan walked over and wanted to take out the phone, but instead accidentally pushed the phone into the gap between the bed and the table.

Fang Yan poked her index finger into the crack to try to pull out the phone, but the vibrating phone fell down a little with her movements.

The ringtone of the mobile phone is getting louder and louder, with a sense of urging.She gave an irritated cry, thinking that the ringtone had to be changed, it was really annoying.

When I looked up and saw the earphones on the table, I suddenly had an idea, took them and put them into the phone jack, and connected the phone: "Hello? Who is it?"

"It's me." Mo Jiaxin's voice sounded through the earphones.

Because he didn't expect that she would call him, Fang Yan hesitated for a moment, "Oh."

"Are you at home?" Mo Jiaxin asked.

"No, I'm having dinner with friends outside." Dialect didn't know why he lied, maybe it was just for an inexplicable sense of security.

"Oh, is it convenient to talk?" Mo Jiaxin asked again.

"A short chat is okay." Dialect continued to put on airs.

"I don't think you took anything away, do you still want these things?" Mo Jiaxin was straight to the point.

It turned out that it was because of this matter, Fang Yan felt upset immediately, and asked back: "Yes, why not?"

"Then is it convenient for you to come over tomorrow? I'm here all day, you can come anytime." Mo Jiaxin continued.

"Okay, let's do it that way, my friend called me, so hang up first." Fang Yan hung up the phone resolutely.

Mo Jiaxin stood downstairs in Fangyan's house, looking up at the dialect window as she did when she was a teenager. The blue curtains on the window projected Dialect's silhouette.

She raised one hand and carefully traced the blurry projection with her index finger.The medication for this period of time has taken effect, and the hemorrhage in the fundus has absorbed a lot by itself, and the blood mist covering the vision has also dissipated. Although the vision has not fully recovered, Mo Jiaxin can at least see.

She just wanted to remember that person's appearance before leaving.In fact, you can promise her that you will come back. If Dialect still loves her, he will love and wait for her to come back.

But Mo Jiaxin still can't bear the eventuality, she doesn't want dialect to bear it for her.In case Wang Zhe is really paralyzed, in case her eyes are still blind.What else?

If love is like running water, which can be turned on and off, then things will be much simpler.But Mo Jiaxin couldn't end her love, and she couldn't end this love in her life.No matter how many times he was forced to leave her, Mo Jiaxin still couldn't stop loving her.

But as for the dialect, if the dialect breaks its promise and falls in love with someone else, she doesn't want to blame her for this eventuality, so let her be free.

Love can only be used to restrain oneself, but it cannot be used to demand the other party. Love is the rope that Mo Jiaxin puts on herself, but she does not want to use it to bind dialects.

Dialects deserve happiness, not suffering for anyone.

The pain of separation, the pain of responsibility, if possible, Mo Jiaxin would like to bear it by herself.

Mo Jiaxin wore a lotus-colored hoodie, black leggings, and today she wore framed glasses. Although the prescription was still a bit off, they were still usable, and she tied a low ponytail.

She stood downstairs for a while, and when she saw someone coming out of the unit door, she put the hat on her head and walked towards the gate of the community.

It happened to be her father in dialect. The old man was carrying a mineral water bucket and was about to go to the water purifier at the gate of the community to fetch water. He was still on the second floor when he saw a girl downstairs who was looking up and didn't know where to look. The look was indescribably familiar, and he was about to come down to ask, but the girl turned around and left.

Fang Yan's father returned home after fetching water, stood curiously at the place where the girl was standing just now, and looked up. He saw Fang Yan irritably opened the curtains and slammed open the window, his little face was puffed up for some reason.

Fang Yan's father just slapped his head, and hurried upstairs to report the discovery to the old woman.

As a special dish for breaking up, it is always inevitable to serve a dish to pack up and send you away.Fang Yan stood downstairs from Mo Jiaxin, looking up at the balcony. The lace window screen was hung by himself a month ago.

As the elevator jumped up and down, she felt her heart beat fast, her blood surged up, and her breath was uneven.

It seems that she didn't come to clean up the breakup, to clean up all the materialized traces of herself in her life, but to date, all the thoughts and expectations turned into energy, filling her oil tank at once, making her She just wanted to step on the accelerator and drive fast on the road.

The door opened suddenly, and "traffic policeman" Mo Jiaxin leaned against the door with a smile, and stopped Fang Yan's car that was about to speed: "You are here."

Dialect dazed for a moment, Mo Jiaxin's face became thinner again, with a pointed chin, sunken cheeks, deep eye sockets under the frame glasses, and even the mole under the corner of the eye seemed a little smaller.

I really want to break up, please take care of yourself, please?A cloud of anger burst out of the dialect fuel tank, on the one hand because of Mo Jiaxin's haggard appearance, on the other hand because of his desire to hug her so much.

Dialect scolded himself in his heart: You have something to offer, don't embarrass me, keep a straight face and squeeze into the door expressionlessly.

"You're getting fat." Mo Jiaxin said behind her.

During this period of time, the dialect was in a bad mood, and people who drank and ate meat often greeted each other.Coupled with the fact that she lives at her parents' house, her mother suppresses her ready-to-move heart with iron blood, and at the same time calls on her father to cook delicious food to win over her dialect stomach. Although she is not relieved, she has gained weight.

Dialect heard Mo Jiaxin's comment about weight at this time, and could only fall into speechlessness.Obviously she was the one who got dumped, but why is she the one who is thinner than Huang Hua? It's so ironic.

"Have you packed all my things?" Dialect looked around, expecting to see her pink box appearing alone on the living room floor, just like when she came.Not all TV dramas are played like that. The heartless ex-lover is in a hurry to pack up and go out, and there will always be a packing service.

"No, actually, I want to ask you to do me a favor." Mo Jiaxin closed the door.She was wearing a long white shirt today, standing on the floor with bare legs and bare feet, she didn't know how harmless she looked.

"What?" Fang Yan stared at her feet, couldn't help but want her to at least put on socks, otherwise she would catch a cold easily, but she couldn't help but bear it, she just took off her shoes silently and threw them by the door , I don't want to step on the dirty floor and make Mo Jiaxin a black foot in the end.

Mo Jiaxin's eyes followed her all the time, "We're leaving right now, this house is empty and it's empty, if you don't mind, if you can continue to live here in the future, you can count it as looking after the house for me."

Fang Yan put his shoes on and turned to look at Mo Jiaxin.

"I thought you asked me to come get something."

"I asked you to discuss it."

"I don't think I can help you anymore," Fang Yan looked at his feet. The blue and white striped socks were put on the red checkered couple slippers. Mo Jiaxin also had a pair of blue checked ones. I'm afraid she doesn't want to wear them now.

"I'll be leaving at the end of the month, leaving this city." Fang Yan raised her head and saw Mo Jiaxin's surprised expression. She said with satisfaction, "Do you think I will stay here and wait for you to come back? No, this city and You're going to be a thing of the past."

The air suddenly stagnated.

It was so quiet that I could even hear my breathing.

"That's fine, I'm such a person, it's better not to have anything to do with me, I'm too busy." Mo Jiaxin said flatly.

The window on the balcony is slightly open, and the white screen is gently rolling up the hem with the wind.

Fang Yan suddenly felt that he was petty again. Originally, it was his long-cherished wish to support education, but he never had the courage. Now that he said it this way, it seemed that he was just trying to avoid falling out of love.

Although breaking up with Mo Jiaxin did inspire her courage to abandon a comfortable life.She thought about it wildly, her mind was full of contradictions and knots.

The two fell into silence again.

"Fang Yan, may I ask where you plan to go after leaving here?" Mo Jiaxin asked suddenly, "If you don't want to answer, then fine."

"Why should I answer your question? Have you answered my question properly? In the end, I'm annoying you anyway, so I just want to ask you, how did your father die?" Fang Yan said abruptly , "After all, he once paid me a salary, and I called him uncle." She paused, and then said, "If you really don't want to answer, just pretend I didn't ask."

"Didn't you already have the answer? I killed him because I knew he killed my mother. Don't you think so?" Mo Jiaxin still spoke like a ball of cotton, but the needles in the cotton It hurts even more.

"I've never thought this way. I want you to tell me the truth. I want to try to understand you and comfort you, but you always keep your heart closed like this. Who can approach you?" Fang Yan argued aggrievedly.

"Dialect," Mo Jiaxin approached her with a gentle tone that made Fang Yan feel that she was still in love with her, and tears couldn't help sliding down.

"Just once," Fang Yan stretched out his arms to hug her, "Let me approach you, just once, what are you afraid of? I won't hurt you." Fang Yan chanted, putting his head on her on the shoulders.

"Dialect," Mo Jiaxin folded her arms and hugged her, "I'm afraid of hurting you. I want to forget my past, so why would you want to go in there?"

"I am willing," a tear in dialect fell into Mo Jiaxin's collar, the warm tears slid down the chest and flowed towards the heart, "As long as it is you."

"I...," Mo Jiaxin felt the temperature of the tears, she couldn't help but shuddered, "I have repeated this nightmare for many years."

Fang Yan looked up at her, and Mo Jiaxin's face was covered with mist amidst tears.

Mo Jiaxin looked out the window, "It rained heavily that day. Although it was only three or four o'clock, the sky was dim like seven or eight o'clock in the evening. I would be very irritable when it rained, because my mother When she died, it was also raining heavily in those few days, and the river bed was very high. They all said that it was rainy and slippery, and she drowned. When she was found, her face was swollen with blisters, and the wedding ring on her hand was stuck in the In the meat, it can no longer be removed."

Fang Yan buried his head in her arms, smelling the familiar smell on her body, calming his mind.

The author has something to say:

Dialect: If you break up, you break up, why are you hugging again.

Ming Ma: Old love is hard to break.What's more, your differences are not about feelings.

Dialect: Just hug me, why do I take the initiative?

Ming's mother: Well, because you are short, it is easy to hug?

Dialect: Get out!Is there any decent reason, I am at a disadvantage.

Ming's mother: Since you love me, don't worry about it.

Dialect: Then you also talk about her, aren't you going to dump me hard?It's only been a few days since I hugged it again.

Ming's mother: I can't control my love, anyway, it's doomed to separate the two places, let's say goodbye and hug.

Mo Jiaxin: Isn't it normal to kiss when parting?

Dialect: go play.