everyone knows i love you

"I……"

Qiao Tong seldom saw her blushing, and said with great interest, "Huh?"

"Oh," Xiao Yang muttered a few times, feeling that he was too hypocritical, and Qiao Tong didn't deserve such a crap, so he shook his head heavily, and said, "It's just a personal matter about feelings, and I will deal with it as soon as possible." Adjusted."

Qiao Tong frowned slightly, and sighed, "Wow."

Xiao Yang felt embarrassed for no reason, and said with red ears, "Mr. Qiao, don't make fun of me."

"I didn't make fun of you, it's human nature." Qiao Tong tapped her arm with her bag, strode forward and said, "Take me back to the company, you still have about half an hour to deal with private matters."

"Okay." Xiao Yang trotted after him.

Her emotions recovered quickly, the staff drove the car to the hotel entrance, Xiao Yang opened the rear door for Qiao Tong, sent her in, and turned steadily to drive to the company.

Qiao Tong lowered her head and played with her mobile phone. The last message was good afternoon from Shang Youxuan, accompanied by a selfie of her afternoon nap.Her office is on the top floor, with good lighting. She opened the curtains specially for taking pictures. Shang Youxuan lay on her side on the folding bed she sent over last time, with the pillow she gave her, her eyes were misty, and she looked like she was about to fall asleep.The neck is raised, the white skin at the collarbone is exposed, and the rest is hidden in the depths of the quilt, which makes people imagine.

This man, Qiao Tong shook her head, always tried every means to seduce her.

She opened the photo album, turned it from front to back, poked the face of the person on the phone with her finger, smiled brightly and gently, and would hug the phone for a kiss in the air after a while.

Xiao Yang occasionally looked at her from the rearview mirror, and an invisible string was gently plucked in her heart.

If there is someone, when you look at her, you will smile from the bottom of your heart, and she will share with you happiness, loneliness, and sadness, and she will stay by your side. It feels...it seems good.

Judging from last night, it's not that I don't like Pu Yue at all, otherwise I wouldn't pressure others to ask for it again and again, although it was because of the other party's initiative at first.She blinked her eyes, her mood suddenly brightened, try it, try it, whoever is afraid of it, I have eaten too much dog food these days, it's my turn!

It's just that the first love is a woman, neither domineering nor president, and the trend is just like the one written in the novel, especially dramatic... Xiao Yang used to think that he was quite conservative, it seems that he overestimated himself.

Gee.

She drove the car all the way to the underground garage, and got into the elevator with Qiao Tong.

Qiao Tong stared at the elevator door in front of her: "Not dealing with private matters?"

Xiao Yang couldn't hide the smile in his eyes, and said: "I have already thought of a solution, let's talk about it tonight."

Qiao Tong raised her eyebrows and let out an "oh".

Xiao Yang was aroused by her interest-filled expression, and asked "rebelliously": "Mr. Qiao, have you...been a little too lively lately?"

Qiao Tong: "Oh, do you have any?"

Xiao Yang: "..."

You're all over it, can you not?See where your little wife has taken your style of painting.

Qiao Tong said nonsense in a serious manner: "I've always been like this."

Xiao Yang rolled his eyes in his heart: "Okay, what you said is true."

I raised my wrist and looked at my watch. It was already a quarter past two in the afternoon, and it happened to be half an hour before I went to work.Qiao Tong raised her feet and walked towards her office, Xiao Yang stayed in the general manager's office, and the others were either lying on the table or sleeping on the folding bed, all in silence.

Xiao Yang dragged the u-shaped pillow over, put his arms on it, and found Pu Yue's contact information from the address book, frowned and thought about it seriously, then clicked to edit a text message: "I was socializing with the boss just now, Shall we have dinner together tonight?"

She went back and deleted each word, feeling that it was not too serious and might cause unnecessary misunderstandings, so she quietly left the office and went to the balcony on the other side of the company corridor.The sun was plentiful, and there were several pots of succulents raised by colleagues basking in the sun. Xiao Yang held onto the railing tightly and dialed the phone.

It rang once and was picked up.

Pu Yue's "Hello" in a crying voice made Xiao Yang feel guilty all at once, and all the words he had prepared before were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

"You... don't cry."

"I didn't cry woo-woo."

"I was out socializing with my boss at noon, so I didn't answer the phone."

"Ah."

"Did you...call me for something?"

"fine."

"I have something to do." Xiao Yang plucked up his courage, and said without stopping, "Come to my house tonight and I'll cook for you. And the rent of the house you rented in the city center seems to me to be quite shabby. It’s not good for you to be an old college student and spend so much money at home, if you want, I’ll go over there on Saturday or Sunday to help you move, anyway, I’m strong and don’t need to call outsiders to save money.”

Sitting on the lawn of the playground, Pu Yue was almost taken off the spot by this turn of events: "Sister, what did you say?! Can you say it again."

Xiao Yang coughed and walked around the terrace twice, obviously impatient but said shyly: "It's tiring to talk about such a long paragraph, and you didn't understand it, just say whether you want it or not."

"Yes, yes, yes! Can I take the suitcase and go to your house now?"

"Cough...whatever, do you have no class this afternoon?"

"There is a class, a wretched old man, if you don't want to take it, I'll pick you up from the company downstairs."

"Well, the class still has to go," Xiao Yang said, rubbing his nose with his head down, "I get off work at 45:[-]."

This is tacit consent.Pu Yue excitedly jumped up from the grass: "Sister, I love you!!!"

Hearing the joyful voice of the other party, Xiao Yang felt that he was also a little happier than before. An inexplicable warm current started from the atrium and poured into the limbs, just like the feeling of hugging tightly last night.

Xiao Yang: "I'm going to work soon, I need to rest for 10 minutes, otherwise I won't be energetic in the afternoon."

Pu Yue: "Okay, senior sister, go quickly."

Xiao Yang said, "Goodbye."

Pu Yue also said, "Goodbye."

Neither of them hung up.

Xiao Yang said, "Why didn't you hang up the phone?"

Pu Yue said: "I'm used to the other party hanging up first."

Xiao Yang smiled: "What a coincidence, I am too, please make room for an old man like me, you hang up first."

Pu Yue said: "Okay."

So he hung up there, Xiao Yang put away his cell phone, walked back to the office chair cheerfully, wrapped the pillow around the back of his neck, and started a short lunch break.

Qiao Tong took a few sips of wine at noon. She can drink quite well, but after coming back, she inevitably started to feel dizzy and sleepy, so she plunged into the lounge, lay down on the bed, put one hand on her temple, and fell asleep quickly.

She had a long-lost dream about her childhood.

In the dream, there was a little girl doll with a tender face and thick eyelashes like a small fan.Wearing a pink bubble skirt, with a princess head tied, holding something like a fairy wand in his hand.Standing in a large yard, there is a colorful windmill at the door that keeps turning.

The child blinked his black bean-like eyes and stared at the windmill. His chubby little hand unknowingly loosened, and the fairy wand in his hand fell to the ground, making it dirty.

She looked at the windmill, then at the fairy wand, and bent down to pick it up. Unexpectedly, her center of gravity was unstable, and she fell to the ground with a snap.The spoiled little princess couldn't stand the pain at all, so she sat on the ground and burst into tears.

A door opened from behind her, and a young woman with an eager expression came out in a hurry. The woman picked up the doll from the ground, kissed and coaxed her, and finally coaxed her into tears.

Another overly handsome young man walked out of the door, with starry eyes and bright eyes, and he was still wearing a formal suit that he hadn't had time to take off when he returned home.

The girl doll looked straight behind the woman, became dishonest, raised her hands high, and reached for the man.

The woman looked at him and smiled softly, the man took the child over, kissed her on the cheek, and conjured colorful candies out of his pocket with one hand.Men and women stick close together, speaking intimate words.

A wisp of wind gently blows in from outside the window, Qiao Tong's facial features stretch out, and her breathing is steady.

The windmill in the yard was broken during a typhoon, and I did not buy a new one.The girl had grown a lot taller, and bouncing down from the car parked at the door with a small schoolbag on her back, she threw herself into the arms of her mother who was trimming flowers and plants, rubbed her face against her waist, and obediently asked her to feel better no.

Mu Xiaoqing is in poor health and has been recuperating for many years. Hearing her daughter's sensible words, she immediately rubbed her hair and said with a smile that she was much better.After finishing talking with her mother, Xiao Qiaotong went to the neighbor's house to find friends of the same age to play. She went crazy until dark before being picked up by her aunt. She sat in the living room and began to watch Chibi Maruko-chan, and refused to leave behind for dinner.

When Qiao Heng came back, it was already late at night, the child went to bed early at night, Qiao Heng went into her room to look at her, and then went to wash and sleep in peace.Going out in the morning, before little Qiaotong woke up, Qiao Heng wrote her a small note: Dad has gone to work, and I will treat you to a big dinner on Friday night.

But Xiao Qiaotong was only in kindergarten, and couldn't read all the words. After opening her eyes, she was so happy that she ran to find Mu Xiaoqing with bare feet, lying on the quilt, and asked her what she meant by pointing at the words she didn't know. After asking, I still take a notebook and draw one by one, clumsily trace it down, and mark the pinyin and meaning.

Although the windmill outside the house is gone, the windmill in her heart is still there.

Qiao Tong rubbed her face against the soft pillow, revealing a smile from the bottom of her heart.

A man with an unclear face took her hand, which was icy and slippery, like a dangerous and cold poisonous snake.

The child was still smiling, and the little Maruko doll behind the schoolbag was bouncing as it ran, because today was the agreed Friday.

The heart twitched suddenly, and the child turned around to see that the grass-filled courtyard, the elegantly repaired house, the white-painted fence, all the familiar things in childhood were all distorted and deformed in an instant, and they were cruelly disintegrated before her eyes.

The faces of the parents also became blurred, and they were involved in the depths of eternal darkness.

Qiao Tong snorted and struggled on the bed. She was no longer the child who had no ability to resist, but her shoulders on both sides seemed to be firmly nailed to the bed by more than a foot of iron nails, and she couldn't move an inch.Lying in the warm quilt, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

The body is like a wet fish, immersed in cold water, the exposed skin is white and swollen, unable to move, because there are cold vertical pupils locked on her tightly.

I don't move, I don't move.

Don't cry, don't cry.

She was in a stalemate with that thing for a long time, and couldn't help sobbing in a low voice, the shackles on her feet made a "crash", and those dark pupils flashed suddenly.

The moment Qiao Tong woke up with a start, it was as if she had stepped on the air from a high place. She shuddered violently, and stretched out her hand to grab the edge of the bed in a panic. The crisp bed sheet was curled into flowers.

She stared at the ceiling above her head in a daze, her heart was about to jump out of her throat, and her back was covered with sticky cold sweat.

She sat up, propped her hands on the edge of the bed, and looked down at the scar on her ankle with a confused look in her eyes.

There was a glass on the bedside table, filled with water, touched it, it was warm, she took it over and poured it down.

The ground is covered with a velvet blanket, which is warmed by the sun, and it is not cold at all to step on it.Qiao Tong walked out barefoot, leaving all the light behind her, casting a long shadow.

She walked towards the living room step by step with sloppy steps, and saw a familiar figure from the back on the balcony, who was holding a bright red guitar in his hand, sitting on a chair, and tuning the string with his head sideways.

Qiao Tong hugged her from behind and kissed the back of her neck gently.

"Are you having nightmares again?" The woman's voice was gentle, and a hand reached out from the front to stroke her head.

"Um……"

"Are you awake now?"

"I woke up when I saw you."

"I learned a new song, do you want to listen to it?"

"I don't want to." Qiao Tong shook her head, pinched her chin and turned the woman's face, wanting to kiss her.

Until she saw Ji Weibai's face, her expression changed.

Her mind was still dizzy, top-heavy, but she felt something was wrong intuitively, and took a step back almost panicked: "You..."

Ji Weibai put the guitar aside, put his arms around her waist, and kissed her chin: "What's the matter, baby?"

Qiao Tong's lips trembled slightly: "It's not you."

Ji Weibai laughed and said, "Who am I?"

Qiao Tong avoided her touch: "Didn't we break up a long time ago?"

"What are you talking about, haven't we been together for a long time?" Ji Weibai handed her the phone to check the time.

2013 6 Month 7 Day.

Qiao Tong suddenly opened his eyes wide.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Shang Youxuan was immersed in his work when the red pen he was holding firmly fell to the ground unexpectedly, and when he picked it up, he broke it.At the same time, the phone on the table rang sharply!