monopolize her

Wen Yuran stood there stiffly, her arms were still firmly held by the little girl.

The little girl's voice pierced into her ears word by word, and hit her heart word by word.

She understood every word, and also understood the sentences formed by those words. The meaning of the sentences passed through her mind one after another, but she still didn't know how to react.

Both the pose and the distance are rather weird.

Wen Yuran could clearly hear the beating of his own heart, and he could also clearly feel the waves stirred up in his heart. All the repressed thoughts found a new breakthrough and rushed up.

The pressure on the arm is also very clear.

Still too close, too close to think.

"Let go of your hands first." Wen Yuran said hoarsely.

The little girl didn't move.

The fingers are tightly grasped, as if if you loosen it a little, Wen Yuran will disappear.

"Let go of your hands."

Wen Yuran's voice was extremely cold, and his face was expressionless.

Only the roots of the ears are red.

The little girl seemed to be unable to hear, and the strength of her hands remained undiminished.

Wen Yuran took a deep breath, feeling uncontrollable irritability came up again, and his heart was in turmoil.

This feeling of being forced to face was very uncomfortable, and the strong aggressiveness made her involuntarily on guard, mixed with throbbing that seemed to be there, one after another, so complicated that she couldn't figure it out.

Wen Yuran tried to earn a bit.

Can't break free at all.

"Do you want to let go?" Wen Yuran's voice completely cooled down.

His voice was extremely cold, but his heartbeat was frighteningly fast.

When the voice fell to the ground, the pressure on the arm not only did not decrease, but increased obviously. The little girl's fingers were quite hard, and Wen Yuran could feel the obvious pain.

Wen Yuran suppressed those chaotic thoughts, frowning slightly.

silence.

Just when the atmosphere was deadlocked to the point of embarrassment, the little girl suddenly relaxed her strength, then trembling, slowly let go of her hand.

With his arm free, Wen Yuran took a big step back and looked at the little girl.

The little girl lowered her head, her face was huddled in the middle of her black braids, her eyes were covered by slender eyelashes, and her body was slightly curled up, looking hurt.

Neither of them spoke, they were deadlocked.

This went on for a long time, and finally the little girl spoke.

"I'm sorry." The little girl's voice was timid, as if she had done something bad and was confessing to her parents.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have offended you like this, and I won't do it again."

"If, if Mr. Wen doesn't like me, I'll leave now...I won't bother Mr. Wen again..."

The little girl's words became softer and softer, with a faint cry. At the end of the speech, the little girl raised her head, revealing her eyes soaked in water, with red circles.

"I really just want to get closer to Mr. Wen...I didn't expect to make you angry...I'm really sorry, I don't want gifts...I, I have one last small request, can I...Can I Please put this necklace away and don't throw it away, so that when you see it later, you can think of me a little..."

"Mr. Wen, I really like you..."

The little girl's voice had already faded into the dust, and there was humility hidden in her crying, those watery eyes were staring at Wen Yuran, deep in her eyes were deep despair.

Wen Yuran looked at those eyes soaked in water, and felt a pain in his heart.

The out-of-control irritability had already completely dissipated, and the apex of his heart was so soft that it was a mess. Wen Yuran wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Retaining at this time is accepting the confession in a disguised form.

Wen Yuran still hesitated.

Ning An looked at the hesitation in her eyes, then took a few steps back, choked up and said the last sentence.

"Then I'm leaving... goodbye."

After finishing speaking, Ning An turned around and took a step forward.Go to the door.

These steps are extremely slow.

But no matter how slow it is, it will end.In the blink of an eye, Ning An had already reached the door, and slowly covered the doorknob with his fingers.

There was still no movement behind him.

Ning An lowered his face, a trace of deep patience flashed in his red eyes from crying.

Finally, Ning An pressed the doorknob and walked out.

The little girl left.

The door slams softly, but clearly.

Wen Yuran stood still for at least 3 minutes before regaining his composure.She picked up the gift box from the coffee table and put the necklace back on.

The heartbeat has not calmed down.

Actually... that's pretty good too.

Once it's over, she doesn't have to worry about it anymore, she doesn't have to guess what the little girl is thinking, and she doesn't have to allocate so much time and energy, her life can get back on track.

Wen Yuran rubbed his temples, and a sudden sense of fatigue swept over his whole body.

She lay down on the sofa, her heart was still out of control, only the little girl's eyes soaked in tears were left in her mind, playing it back over and over again, she couldn't get away no matter what.

The little girl's voice still faintly lingered in her ears.

——"Mr. Wen, I really like you..."

- "I really like you..."

——"I really like you..."

The sound repeated, as if branded on the eardrum, making people uneasy.

It doesn't look like it's pretending...

If the little girl really likes herself...

If so, is the little girl really sad...

Thinking of this, Wen Yuran's heart ached again.

The sense of guilt began to swell, one wave after another, the original guard was gone, and she almost wanted to believe that romantic story overwhelmingly.

A momentary impulse.

Wen Yuran grabbed the phone, opened WeChat, and selected "naw".She stared at the chat interface, her fingers hovering over the keyboard for a long time.

She felt that she should post something, so she started typing unconsciously.

I typed a paragraph, thought it was inappropriate, and deleted it.

Knocked another paragraph, still inappropriate.

Knock again...

Five minutes later, Wen Yuran did not send a single message.

Wen Yuran raised his head and let out a long breath, the impulsive moment before was gone.

So be it.

Wen Yuran put the phone aside and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Taking a bath helps to calm down.

she thought.

But the fact is that the effect was not great. She lay on the bed after taking a shower, feeling tired all over her body, but she just couldn't fall asleep, her heartbeat was clearly visible, and all her entangled thoughts were magnified in the dark.

In the end, she tossed and tossed until two or three o'clock in the middle of the night before falling asleep in a daze.

Before falling asleep, there was still one thought in my mind——

The little girl didn't say good night to her.

The consequences of insomnia were quite obvious. On the second day, Wen Yuran's work efficiency plummeted, and she even lost her mind during the meeting. She had to announce the end of the meeting in advance, and then take time to close her eyes and rest, and try her best to adjust her state.

However, as soon as I closed my eyes, my mind turned to an unknown direction.

The little girl didn't say good night to her.

Not only did he not say good night, he didn't even say good morning.

This awareness made Wen Yuran feel that something was wrong, quite something wrong.

She even took out her mobile phone repeatedly to check it in the middle of work, and refreshed it over and over again, but couldn't get a new message.

Wen Yuran noticed that he was not in the right state, and thought it might be because he was too tired, so he went to the lounge to take a nap at noon.

After taking a nap, I feel much better.

Once the spirit is good, it will not take much effort to think about work, and the work efficiency will gradually increase.

But every 10 minutes, Wen Yuran would habitually glance at the phone screen, completely unable to restrain himself.

Still no news.

Not a single new message from the little girl

Wen Yuran squinted his eyes, stretched his hands into the fluffy curly hair, and gently massaged the acupuncture points on the side of his head, feeling faintly irritable, but he didn't know what he was bothering about.

Because the efficiency in the morning is too low, affairs are piled up and I need to work overtime.

Wen Yuran slowly entered the state, and stopped looking at the phone, focusing on work, forgetting the time for a while.

Wen Yuran didn't realize that he hadn't eaten dinner until he felt obvious discomfort in his stomach.

Usually at this point, the little girl should bring dinner...

It's not here yet...

Anxiety came back all of a sudden.

Wen Yuran took a few deep breaths, suppressed his emotions, made a phone call and asked the secretary to bring in dinner.

This inexplicable feeling of irritability continued all the way home.

Once you don't have to work and your attention is free, those entangled emotions will start to flood, and irritability and guilt will make people feel uneasy.

Eighty percent of the time there is no "good night" today.

Holding the mobile phone, Wen Yuran opened WeChat unconsciously, and then opened the chat history of "naw", scrolling up one by one.

Those past chat messages come into view, hooking memories.

The little girl would say "good morning" and "good night" to her.

The little girl will chat with her about all kinds of interesting things, and her experiences and viewpoints are surprising.

The little girl will care about her at various times, and every sentence can warm her heart.

……

Wen Yuran read it carefully, and could still recall the mood at that time.

Finally pulled to the top.

And that's all.

There may not be any more in the future.

There is no good morning and evening, no meal delivery, no one will come over without saying a word when she is suffering from dysmenorrhea...

The more Wen Yuran thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became.

My heart is swollen, it's not a taste at all.

She was lying on the bed, thinking over and over again, thinking of those beautiful confessions, thinking of the little girl's red eyes from crying when she left, thinking of the little girl thinking of the necklace that was not given away at the end...

Such a little girl must be sincere.

Is it true?

Forget it.

Just be sincere.

If the little girl is sincere, why should I refuse?

It's not that I don't have feelings for the little girl, why can't I give it a try?

Why not give it a try?

Why not give it a try?

Once a thought comes up, it can't be taken back. This question keeps repeating in my mind, and I can't find a reason to refuse.

Human beings have such a rich imagination, assuming conditions, they can imagine too many pleasing details, and every idea based on this assumption is so beautiful.

Good enough to want to have.

Wen Yuran breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the phone, clicked on the address book, and finally clicked on "Little Girl Movies".

It's only 22:00 now, the little girl should not be asleep yet.

Driven by an unknown impulse, Wen Yuran looked at the green dial key for half a minute.

Finally, I pressed it down.

"drop--"

"drop--"

"drop--"

Wen Yuran had never felt that the dialing sound was so long, and the heartbeat speeded up a little bit, and the tension spread from the heart to the fingertips.

The call is connected.

There was silence from the receiver.

"Hello?" Wen Yuran opened his mouth after deliberation.

When there was a response, it was the little girl's voice: "Is there anything wrong with Mr. Wen?"

Wen Yuran changed the posture of holding the phone, and said: "I think that necklace is for you after all, and it's not good to leave it here. Let's make an appointment to meet somewhere."

It was the first time that he made such a detour to ask someone who had nothing to do with work, and Wen Yuran tensed his nerves amidst the novelty.

There was silence for a while.

This kind of silence was quite tormenting, Wen Yuran frowned slightly, and tightened his fingers holding the phone.

Finally, the little girl's voice broke the silence.

"Is this the only thing?" the little girl said in a low voice.

"En." Wen Yuran responded.

"Forget it, let's talk."

There was a slight grievance in the little girl's voice, as if she was angry again.

"Wait a moment,"

Wen Yuran cut off the words, his heart speeded up suddenly, and his whole body tensed up, "There is one more thing."

"What?" the little girl asked.

Wen Yuran closed his eyes, the sound of his heartbeat was right next to his ears, it was extremely clear, and each sound was more powerful.

Then, she said five words softly.

"Let's try."

In the dark room, Ning An stood facing the dilapidated wall, holding a mobile phone in his hand.

Listening to the words coming from the receiver, Ning An cracked a smile, and the laughter overflowed his lips.

There is joy and pleasure in laughter.

But he was not surprised.

All long waits have an end, all crazy nightmares have an answer.

Ning An had already forgotten how long she had longed for this moment.

but no matter--

She got what she wanted.