conspirator's love

Whether a year is long or not, it is not short.In 12 months a year, house prices may double, stocks can go up and down, an Arab girl can finish a book of "365 Nights", a cell can become a child with all four limbs, a little-known A singer can become famous overnight and sell millions.

This year, when Dialect was looking at the mountains in the mountains, the outside world never stopped turning, and continued to hustle and bustle amidst the turmoil.

When she returned to T city and appeared in Tian Qi's bar, she realized that the only thing that had never changed was herself.

She is stubborn.

For example, I wrote four months of letters, a total of 16 letters, and got four replies, one of which said, I am fine, you have to take care of yourself.One reply, the snow here is also heavy, so be careful when going out.One was a routine greeting card, and when it was clicked on, it said Happy New Year with glittering gold.One reply, Tian Jun also said hello.You can stay with me after returning to T city.

Said it was an email, but it was even shorter than a text message.

She tried her best to ignore Tian Jun's name and continued to write letters stubbornly.

In "The Shawshank Redemption", the prisoner Shawshank can also impress the hard-hearted state government officials by writing letters.She didn't believe that her persistence couldn't open a lonely heart.

What is love, she thinks it is a person's paranoia.Like Mo Jiaxin, like herself.

Or build a castle on top of the ruins.

It may not be just a thought.

But she didn't expect that the trend of this era is also paranoid, men are charming, women are handsome, young people pursue retro, and elderly people yearn for new trends.

Dialect opened her mouth wide and looked at Tian Qi, who "greyed her hair all night". She dyed the most popular "grandma gray" and matched it with a plaid suit, bluntly clamoring what is called handsome retro.

Very good, Dialect closed his O-shaped mouth, patted the table, "Speak, why do you want me to come?"

"You're too cruel. You disappeared completely this year. It's really not easy to find you." Tian Qi also dyed her eyebrows lightly, and her whole face looked like the elf prince in The Lord of the Rings.

Dialect was dazed for a moment, "I'm harder to find than Mo Jiaxin?"

"Of course, at least I can get news about her from my brother," Tian Qi took out a package from under the counter, "It's from the United States, let me hand it over. And this." She took out a package from her suit pocket. Push the key in front of the dialect.

Fang Yan fumbled for the key and put it in his pocket, and began to unpack the package with his hands.

"What are your plans when you come back?" Tian Qi took out a wine glass and poured orange liquid, "I heard you resigned?"

"Well, I resigned." There was a small palm-sized photo album in the package, and she opened it to see that they were all works of the former stalker Mo Jiaxin.Inside was a piece of paper and an invitation.

Fang Yan opened the letter paper, it was actually written by Wang Zhe, Fang Yan smiled, it was hard for him, it is a miracle that a person of this age can write without a computer, the handwriting is still very regular.

"Why did you resign?" Tian Qi put the wine glass in front of her, "It's a gift from our store, try it."

"I don't want to be a secretary anymore," Fang Yan lowered his head and began to read the letter.

"Then what do you want to do next?" Tian Qi's eyes were on her face.

"Photographer?" Dialect said indifferently.

"You want to be a photographer too?" Tian Qi's slender fingers slid across the table like playing a piano, "Is it related to Mo Jiaxin?"

"Well, it's probably related." Dialect didn't answer directly, and hurriedly scanned Wang Zhe's letter.

The letter was not long, to the effect that he decided to return the photo album to its original owner. The reason why he didn't return it to her sister was because he felt she no longer needed it.

"I always think it's a good thing for you to break up, especially for her. She suffered so much for you that she almost went blind. She didn't talk about it all the time, because she was afraid that you would be burdened, but I didn't want you to feel that She owes you. Dialect, my sister deserves happiness."

Seeing this, Fang Yan couldn't help but read aloud, "My eyes are almost blind, what does this mean? Did I miss something?" She looked up at Tian Qi, wanting to get confirmation from her.Tian Qi turned her head sideways to avoid her gaze, her silver hair reflected light under the spotlight of the bar, almost blinding her eyes.

"Tian Qi, you know that, right? Can you explain to me! What does he mean?" Fang Yan narrowed his eyes and grabbed Tian Qi's arm.

"Dialects are actually a thing of the past. Mo Jiaxin's eyes were also healed in the United States."

Fang Yan let go of his hand, "Healed... When did she get hurt? Why did she say it was because of me?"

"Actually, I only found out later." Tian Qi picked up a towel to dry the glass and placed it under the bar. "When Mo Zhe jumped off the bridge last time, Mo Jiaxin suffered a slight eye injury due to a car crash. The doctor said it was a conjunctival abrasion and some bleeding from the vitreous body, but it was not serious at the time. Later, your mother came to ask for trouble. After beating her, her eyes were injured again, so she was blind for a while."

"Are you kidding me?" Fang Yan couldn't believe what he heard, and drank the wine in one gulp, "It means that my mother slapped her a few times, causing her eye injuries and even blindness?"

"Well, that's about it," Tian Qi poured her another glass.

"It's like this every time. I really admire her. She can hide such a big thing from me? Do you have to tell me after the incident every time?" Fang Yan smiled wryly.

"What did she say? What she said is to exacerbate the conflict between your mother and daughter. She doesn't want to put pressure on you." Tian Qi took out a wine glass filled with ice cubes like magic, poured a glass of wine, and took a small sip , "She is such a person? She carries everything on herself."

"She's such a big idiot! A big idiot! Was it because of this incident that she broke up with me at that time? Was it because she didn't want me to know that she was blind?" Fang Yan raised his head and drank another glass, putting the glass heavily on the On the table, "What are you drinking, give me a drink."

"I think she is also a fool!" Tian Qi took her wine glass away, "No more, giving away two glasses is already the limit. Do you want to drink me bankrupt? Dialect, I think the most unbearable thing in her life It should be your burden."

"She is already my burden!" Dialect patted his heart, "Here, it hurts so much, it hurts to death. Say something about not being my burden, say about choosing a younger brother, this bastard left me alone Yes, she just put a stone on my heart."

Fang Yan pointed to the cup in her hand and said, "I'll pay for it myself, bring me a cup!"

Tian Qi sighed, "A love sage meets a love idiot, are you tired?" She turned her head and poured a glass of fruit juice, "You can drink this, I drink too strong, it's not to your liking, and I'm not free when I'm drunk take you back."

"Wang Zhe, how are you doing now?" Fang Yan asked in a low voice.

"Wang Zhe, that's not right. My name is Mo Zhe now. He is doing well in rehabilitation. Although he still needs crutches, at least he can go to the ground." Tian Qi washed the wine glass, dried it with a towel and put it under the bar.

"This kid should grow up, and he said that I made his sister suffer a lot, what about him?" Dialect muttered dissatisfiedly, and went to flip through the invitation again.

Tian Qi pressed her hand, "Don't look at it, and don't drink it. Everyone is gone. No matter what she has endured in the past, she is willing."

"I am also willing." Fang Yan looked into her eyes and repeated word for word, "I am also willing, why don't you give me a chance?"

"She..." the elf prince paused, "Actually, I can't figure it out, but I think she still loves you."

"Are you in love?" Fang Yan opened the exquisite invitation card, and a photo of the couple came into view. At this moment, Fang Yan felt that her four replies were a bit redundant.

Because of that short reply, I still had hope, and I always felt that she would come back, sooner or later.

However, she is married?

Dialect's hands trembled, "When did it happen?"

"Last month." Tian Qi looked down at the ice cubes in the glass. "Forget it, you can drink if you want, and I won't stop you."

She took another clean wine glass, put ice cubes in it, and dropped it into the glass with a clink. The golden wine slid down the blue glass wall.

"She won't come back, will she?" Fang Yan's hands trembled so much that he couldn't hold the wine glass.

"Fang Yan, you'd better live your own life. She is really an asshole sometimes. She doesn't know how to love herself or others." Tian Qi grabbed her hand holding the cup and helped her stabilize it.

"She has never been loved very much, and no one gave her a chance to learn." Dialect brought the cup to his mouth, and the cold wine was like the wind on the plateau, blowing down his throat, bringing a tingling sense of sobriety, "We ...the real time together was too short. I don't blame her."

Dialect squeezed out an ugly smile, "I can do too little for her, unlike Tian Jun, who is always by her side, she will be tired, and she will feel unable to hold on. Although I do feel distressed I feel sorry for her." Fang Yan thumped his heart, feeling that the bitter wine had just flowed here, filling his atrium with a bitter feeling.

Someone came in at the door and greeted Tian Qi, Tian Qi waved her hand casually, then leaned over and whispered to Fang Yan: "Fang Yan, it's not too late for you to forget her now."

"Why should I forget, she is the best thing I have ever had in my life, like a dream, even if the dream can't come true," Fang Yan put down his glass, "I still think this dream is good. I can't bear it."

Following the person just now, a large group of customers poured into the store, the waiter came over and called Tian Qi over, saying that the customer just now invited her over to talk.

Tian Qi put her hand on the back of her dialect hand, "Wait for me for a while, I'll come as soon as I go."

But when she walked over after a few words of pleasantries, she found that the dialect had already left, the money was pressed under the cup, and the exquisite invitation was left on the bar.

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It was hard work, but this is not the end.