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Walking out of the school gate, Zhang Yao thought and thought, and took out the mobile phone in her pocket, and sent Fang Han a WeChat message.

Now she has no position to ask Shen Zhifei, no matter how she asks, it will be too far, so she can only choose Fang Han.

"You said before that Shen Zhifei got good grades in the college entrance examination, didn't you?"

Zhang Yao clutched her cell phone, waiting for Fang Han's reply. She was very nervous, and couldn't tell if she was looking forward to it or not.He didn't even realize his lips were turning white.

Not long after, Fang Han sent a message.

Fang Han: "Yeah, I heard her say that she surpassed the undergraduate course by several points, and she seems to have performed supernormally."

Zhang Yao: "Then do you know which university she applied for?"

Fang Han: "G is big." There was undisguised regret in his tone.

Zhang Yao asked again: "You are also a G major?"

Fang Han: "Then I don't know. She was very busy in the years of college and didn't contact me."

Fang Han was telling the truth. Even the matter of the college entrance examination results was mentioned inadvertently when they chatted after they regained contact. Otherwise, none of them would know about Shen Zhifei's college entrance examination results, let alone the university.

Zhang Yao knew that she shouldn't ask any more questions, and if she asked again, she seemed a little too concerned.

She bit a piece of dead skin on her lower lip, pulled it gently to feel the pain, and continued typing: "Okay, I see, thank you."

I have no contact, I don't know what university I went to, and I have never met in school.

Shen Zhifei's past is like a deep forest covered by mist, he can't see good or bad, nor good or bad.

She suddenly had an impulse.

An urge to go straight to Shen Zhifei to find out everything.

But to a certain extent, she also understood Shen Zhifei.

As long as it's something Shen Zhifei doesn't want to talk about, it's useless for you to force her with tiger stool chili water, she's a stubborn person.

Zhang Yao told Shen Zhifei more than once that she should not hold back many things by herself, she can listen to them and share them with her. Maybe she can't empathize with her, but at least she knows the reason for her sadness.

But Shen Zhifei still didn't say anything, and only showed her the happiest side.

Angry and painful.

Standing under the viaduct at the school entrance for a while, Zhang Yao exhaled heavily, put away her mobile phone, and walked towards Wenchuang Street to the west of the school.

The Wenchuang Street is not long, and it is about the same length as the school’s outer wall plus the staff’s family building on the north side of the school. There are still many stalls near the corner on one side, mostly selling fresh vegetables and fruits. On one side are Western-style restaurants and bookstores, which are completely different from this side. On the one hand, it is lively and on the other hand, it is quiet, just like it was back then.

Zhang Yao walked around the vegetable stand.Revisiting the old place, even the cries of the aunt who sells vegetables have become more cordial.

She turned right into another street.There are many boutiques on that street. When you walk outside, you can see huge dolls in the window. The items in the store are generally rated and good-looking. Many students choose gifts from here when they buy gifts for their classmates.

Moreover, there are often new stores in these stores, so you won’t feel irritable when you are too familiar with them. It can be said that it is a good place for students to relax after boring studies.

In the past, Shen Zhifei liked to go shopping on this street, not necessarily knowing what to buy, but just looking at it made him happy.

With a distance of more than ten meters away from the intersection, Zhang Yao saw the milk tea shop at a glance. The signboard of "Fresh Milk Taro Ball" was more than half blocked by the branches and leaves of the street trees, and the green handwriting was also faded due to the perennial wind and sun. faded.

Zhang Yao was a little surprised.

I didn't expect this store to be open for more than ten years.

The storefront of this milk tea shop is very small, leaving only a narrow aisle for people to pass through. Opposite the counter is a bookshelf. Apart from the posters of celebrities, there are literary magazines that high school girls like to read.

It is said to be called fresh milk taro balls, but in fact they have all kinds of cold and hot drinks.

Zhang Yao didn't look at the menu, "Hello, a cup of coffee snow top and a cup of taro milk tea, don't pack them here to drink."

Perhaps Zhang Yao's tone of order was too familiar, the boss looked at her a few more times and asked, "Alone?"

Zhang Yao's hands that scanned the QR code froze for a moment, she didn't look up, and let out a low "hmm".

It's not normal for one person to order two glasses.

"I remember you." The boss said with a smile as he stirred the spoon in the cup, "You order this every time you come with another girl."

Zhang Yao silently praised the boss's memory in her heart.

The boss put the milk tea cup into the laminator, "She often buys a few magazines when she leaves."

The two of them are easy to impress with their looks, and they come here almost every weekend.While waiting for the milk tea, they would occasionally chat for a while, sometimes it was Shen Zhifei who answered the conversation, sometimes it was Zhang Yao, and as time went by, they became a little more familiar.

Later, as soon as they entered the store, the proprietress smiled and said, "Coffee snow top and taro milk tea?"

Shen Zhifei smiled shyly and nodded, "Taro milk tea with half sugar."

Zhang Yao stared blankly at the fine lines at the end of the boss's eyes that were left by the years. The sound of the ice cream machine was ringing in her ears, and there was a stack of the latest monthly magazines on her right hand.

Only when everything was clearly in front of her eyes did she truly appreciate the feeling that things are right and people are wrong.

The two cultural and creative streets crossing the northwest of the school have not changed, and the milk tea shop has not changed, only they have changed.

They were both pushed and pushed by time to grow up and lost each other along the way.

Although they meet again now, Zhang Yao clearly understands that many things cannot go back.

"Okay, your milk tea and snow top." The boss took two straws and put them on the plastic seal, and pushed the two cups of drinks to Zhang Yao, "She just came here a few days ago."

"Thank you." Zhang Yao took two drinks, and looked up at the boss in surprise when she heard what the boss said, "Does she come here often?"

Her university is in a neighboring province, and after graduation, she has been accumulating experience with studios in other places, and her parents are abroad, so she seldom returns to Linwan City during the Chinese New Year.She just resigned this year and returned to Linwan to set up her own business.

"It's not very often, once a month or two." The boss said, "Every time I come back, I order coffee."

Doesn't she like sweets?

Zhang Yao was silent, and went into the room with a cup.

In order to provide a resting place for students who come to surf the Internet on weekends, the milk tea shop has a very small lounge with sofas and a small bar, which can accommodate about eight or nine people.

Now it is probably expanded, spacious and bright, and couple seats and single seats are also set up.

Zhang Yao found a seat near the door and sat down, poked open the package of taro milk tea, handed it to her mouth and took a sip, the overly sweet taste wrapped in a dizzying aroma instantly swept the whole mouth.

Zhang Yao frowned unconsciously.

She doesn't like too sweet food, even if she has a little hypoglycemia, she would rather close her eyes and rest for a few minutes than eat an overly sweet candy.

Shen Zhifei is just the opposite of her. Shen Zhifei likes sweets very much. Desserts can save her from a low mood. When she is unhappy, give her a small cake, and she will be happy after eating it.

Zhang Yao bit her lower lip, and the hillock between her eyebrows became more and more high.

Why is she thinking about Shen Zhifei again?

The reunion is like a key, which suddenly opens the door of Zhang Yao's long-hidden memories. Many things about Shen Zhifei are like dust accumulated behind the door, and the slightest disturbance will bring them up.

There are so many, completely uncontrollable.

Zhang Yao shook her head to get rid of those unwanted thoughts, and took another sip of the coffee, the sweetness in her mouth was gradually neutralized by the bitterness of the coffee.

She leaned back on the sofa, sipping slowly one mouthful at a time, her expression a little numb, and she didn't bother to think about how many calories she had eaten tonight.

After sitting until the evening, she greeted the boss and prepared to leave.

Half of the taro milk tea on the table was drunk.

Only the snow top is left of the coffee snow top.

When the boss was clearing the table, he laughed, "These two girls still have different tastes."

Every time Shen Zhifei only drank Xue Ding in the cup he kept, and the rest was coffee.

night.

When Shen Zhifei returned to Linwan's home, before he had time to think about anything else, he rolled up his sleeves and took off the bedding and sheets that he had ruined badly the night before, threw them into the washing machine, and then replaced his bed with new sheets and bedding.

After tossing and tossing, I made myself sweat.

She went into the bathroom to shower herself.The water heater at home has not been turned on for a long time, and it is not very stable. The water from the shower is always hot and cold, causing goose bumps to appear on her white skin from time to time.

Shen Zhifei had to speed up the speed of taking a bath, and quickly washed off the remaining foam on the hair with his hands and feet, and put on a shower gel to finish the job hastily.

After taking a shower, Shen Zhifei was wrapped in a gray-white nightgown. She picked up the hair dryer near the sink and greeted her head. The buzzing sound mixed with the hot air made her mind feel much more comfortable.

After drying his hair, Shen Zhifei took a mop to clean up the stagnant water in the bathroom, and dragged his sore body into the bed.

She turned on the bedside lamp, only her head was exposed outside the quilt, her long eyelashes drooped slightly, and she began to think about her next plan.

She came back this time on impulse, without thinking about anything.

She had prepared herself psychologically many years ago, and when she was open and honest in the future, whether she should stay away or get closer was entirely up to Zhang Yao's mind.

If Zhang Yao still needs her, then she will stay;

If Zhang Yao never wants to see her again, then she will never show up again.

As early as she was there, she handed over the power of decision to Zhang Yao, who knew nothing about it.

But now Zhang Yao's attitude towards her is not indifferent.

Even thinking a bit narcissistically, is it because Zhang Yao has no more love for her?

Once such an idea was born, it took root in Shen Zhifei's heart.Like a flame in the ashes, at the first sight of the wind, the longing that has been flickering madly for many years is ignited.

So Shen Zhifei came back.

All she wanted was to be closer to her, to be closer.

A person who usually has a plan for everything, but when he meets Zhang Yao, he becomes a reckless child, reckless and doing whatever he wants.

Whatever you want, what a tempting word.She hasn't tasted the taste of doing whatever she wants for many years, and she misses it a lot.

Shen Zhifei smiled, suddenly raised his hand to cover his lips, and sneezed loudly.

The water heater will have to be repaired tomorrow, she thought.