Back to the past to fall in love [system]

After Xu Ziran returned home, he took a shower first.

After coming out of the shower, Qiu Yurou had already prepared dinner, Xu Ziran looked at the vegetable porridge on the table, and tried his best to hold back the painful expression.

But there was probably a hint of it, and Qiu Yurou noticed it, and the other party said in a good-tempered way: "If you have a bad stomach, let's eat something light tonight."

Xu Ziran looked at the porridge on the table, then went to the kitchen to remove the lid, and after finding that there were no other dishes, he asked, "Then what are you having for dinner?"

Qiu Yurou smiled softly: "I ordered pizza."

Xu Ziran: "..." Although, although Qiu Yurou would be very reluctant to eat such a food that can fade away like a bird, but when he learned that the other party was not going to eat with him, what was this subtle feeling? Woolen cloth……

Qiu Yurou pulled Xu Ziran to sit on the edge of the dining table, seeing Xu Ziran's gloomy expression, she smiled and said, "What? Don't you like my cooking?"

Xu Ziran quickly shook his head, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and started to eat.

Although it is vegetable porridge, it is obvious that thought has been put into it. The rice is soft and glutinous, melts in the mouth, and the saltiness is suitable. Xu Ziran's disappointment was quickly dispelled. She drank two bowls in a row, and she was sweating profusely. Burp.

After she was completely full, the takeaway pizza hadn't arrived yet, so Qiu Yurou rushed her and told her to go back to her room to rest.

This is exactly what Xu Ziran wants, she really wants to lie on the bed and "have a big dream".

She was pushed into the bedroom by Qiu Yurou, and when she sat on the edge of the bed and was about to lie down, she looked up and saw Qiu Yurou with a soft smile under the warm yellow light, and couldn't help but think of "Qiu Yurou" in her dream.

They obviously have the same face, but no matter how face-blind they are, they can tell them apart. They are different people.

At certain moments—during the time when she was wandering like a ghost behind her back, Xu Ziran often wanted to hug the "Qiu Yurou" in her dream. They are different, but Xu Ziran's heart can't help but twitch whenever he thinks that they are "the same person".

What's more, when Xu Ziran is alone, he always thinks uncontrollably, which world is the world that really belongs to him?

Xu Ziran doesn't think he is an emotional person, but anyone who encounters this kind of thing will probably think about the meaning of life like a philosopher, right?

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, a butterfly dreamed of Zhuang Zhou, did the butterfly dream of Zhuang Zhou, or did Zhuang Zhou dream of a butterfly—

——What if this moment is just a dream?

Xu Ziran didn't dare to think about it.

She just hugged Qiu Yurou irresistibly at this moment, and then hugged Qiu Yurou onto the bed.

"Don't leave me." She murmured.

Qiu Yurou stared blankly, although she didn't know why the other party was so fragile suddenly, she immediately put her arms around him and patted Xu Ziran's back.

"I won't." Qiu Yurou's voice was much firmer than before, because she was definitely much firmer than Xu Ziran regarding this matter.

She even felt frustrated that Xu Ziran would say such a thing, because she thought that she had acted resolutely enough to make Xu Ziran fully trust her and feel safe.

Could it be that I haven't done well recently?She reflected on it like this.

And in the next second, she heard Xu Ziran murmuring in a low voice: "I don't want to leave you either."

She trembled in her heart, thinking to herself, could there be something that would make Xu Ziran feel that she was going to leave her?

Qiu Yurou thought about it for a while, and realized—there are too many such things.

The obstacles between them are not only the current predicament, but also the parents of both parties, as well as their own inexplicable soul-leaving disease, and perhaps - this society...

These are things that Qiu Yurou can't do anything about. She can change herself, but she can't change others.

So she had no choice but to hug Xu Ziran even tighter and said, "I won't let you leave me."

——Since those things are difficult to change, then there is no need to change at all, she will try her best to grab what she wants, since she obviously already has it, the best life she can imagine.

The body in her arms was soft and warm, Qiu Yurou felt the other person's head pressed against her neck tightly, and the hot and humid breath just sprayed on the collarbone.

Qiu Yurou hugged Xu Ziran, kissed the other person's hair, and patted the other person's back lightly, until the other person's breathing gradually calmed down.

She stood up slowly, and saw Xu Ziran was fast asleep with her eyes closed.

There was a smile on the corner of the other party's mouth in the dream, probably he was having a good dream...

……

Is it a good dream?

actually not.

Xu Ziran just looked at himself being silly in high school and thought it was funny.

In the dream, it is obvious that the high school self in the previous life was calling friends and talking about going out on weekends, surrounded by everyone, and was the center of everyone's eyes.

"Brother, where are you going?"

Xu Ziran remembered that he had a nickname at that time, he was called "Big Brother".

How strange it was for high school students at that time. It seemed that if they got along well, they had to get a relative.

Looking at myself at that time now is undoubtedly stupid and naive. Xu Ziran really doesn't want to watch it, but other than himself, other scenes are forbidden or vague. Obviously, the center of this memory is "Xu Ziran".

And the person who made this memory was "Qiu Yurou" sitting in the corner.

Qiu Yurou's place was taken by Tian Jiaqi, so she sat in Tian Jiaqi's place and glanced at Xu Ziran from time to time.

Xu Ziran never realized that at that time, Qiu Yurou in high school cared so much about herself.

Qiu Yurou lowered her head as if she was doing a problem, but when Xu Ziran looked at the draft paper in the opponent's hand, she realized that she was tracing someone's outline on the paper.

That person has a small face and exquisite eyes. Although he has only a few strokes, he can still see a look full of vitality. He looks a bit like—or obviously—Xu Ziran.

Xu Ziran looked at Qiu Yurou's movements with a little surprise. She didn't know that Qiu Yurou could draw, and she could draw so well. It is obvious that she has the foundation and talent to draw a charm with just a few strokes.

Xu Ziran was about to take a closer look, but the teacher suddenly walked in and scolded everyone to get ready for class.

The people around "Xu Ziran" dispersed in a rush, and Qiu Yurou also hurriedly cleaned up the things on the table and returned to her place.

Xu Ziran still stayed where she was, because she found that Qiu Yurou left a piece of paper on the table in her haste.

On that piece of paper was written a little poem—

I know that love,

It is a flower that has not bloomed in spring.

I only opened it in my heart,

However, however.

Xu Ziran read it word by word, feeling a little dazed in his heart.

Tian Jiaqi returned to her seat, saw the poem, and yelled, "Qiu Yurou, you left a piece of draft paper with me."

She picked it up and said, "What is this writing? Whose poem is it?"

Qiu Yurou's cheeks were already flushed, and she hurried over to snatch it.

Tian Jiaqi read it out: "I know that love is a flower that hasn't bloomed in spring, and it only blooms in my heart, but...however? But shouldn't there be a sentence after it?"

Qiu Yurou looked at Tian Jiaqi with red eyes, and said, "Give it back to me?"

Tian Jiaqi said: "You didn't write this, did you?"

Qiu Yurou only looked at Tian Jiaqi.

Tian Jiaqi felt frightened when she was watched, so she threw the paper to Qiu Yurou, and said angrily, "Why, act like I bullied you."

Qiu Yurou took the paper silently, and returned to her seat expressionlessly.

Tian Jiaqi muttered behind her back: "It's gloomy."

Xu Ziran thought, yes, that's right, it really wasn't something wrong with his own memories. Qiu Yurou in high school in her previous life was different from this life. The other party really didn't like to talk, and she didn't have any expression on her face. gloomy.

Now that Xu Ziran knew the reason why the other party was like this, he couldn't help feeling distressed, and sighed in his heart.

Qiu Yurou sat back in her seat.

"Xu Ziran" on the side suddenly poked his head over.

The other party was not upset because Qiu Yurou had a conflict with his best friend, but instead said with a hearty smile, "Is it a haiku?"

Qiu Yurou took a breath and clenched her fists.

"Xu Ziran" looked smug: "The format looks more like a haiku—is this your crush? Who do you have a crush on?"

Just as a bystander of memories, at this moment, Xu Ziran seemed to feel the beating heart of "Qiu Yurou" and the roaring emotions.

—she saw it.

——Sure enough, only she saw it.

—But I can't tell her.

—I could never tell her.

The throbbing and helplessness intertwined into bitterness, which spread down from the tongue coating and turned into a hard cocoon lying in the throat, which could not be uttered or displayed.

Qiu Yurou swallowed, and said, "No, just write it casually."

The expression is cold and indifferent.

Xu Ziran looked at her and said: "What's the big deal about having someone you like, you should smile more, the person you like will definitely like it."

Qiu Yurou blurted out, "It's none of your business."

Xu Ziran let out an "oh", nestled back to her seat, lay down on the table and stopped talking to Qiu Yurou.

For a moment, Qiu Yurou showed regret.

However, this expression was fleeting, and soon turned into an unwavering calm.

The days passed like this.

Xu Ziran has never understood it like now, it turns out that Qiu Yurou has been paying attention to him.

She paid attention to herself, but never showed it. Later, she became more and more flawless, but when no one noticed, she would still show a slightly warm gaze, as if releasing a little pressure that belonged to her .

—Perhaps not too small.

In the dead of night, Xu Ziran looked at Qiu Yurou in a daze in his room, and suddenly remembered something, and started to practice smiling in front of the mirror.

She practiced over and over again, and in the end, she became more and more perfect—like that future "Qiu Yurou".

So, it turns out that that kind of smile, that kind of words, that kind of behavior, are all through practice?

Xu Ziran was in a complicated mood.

She felt distressed, but suddenly she clearly felt that the Qiu Yurou after her rebirth had become a completely different person from her original self.

The picture finally gradually faded, and after it was pitch black, Xu Ziran opened his eyes and came to a familiar place.

Not the home—it's the punishment space.