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Zhang Yao actually wanted to continue asking, at least what she cared about was not the insignificant question of why Shen Zhifei was unwilling to borrow money, but why she gave up their relationship so easily back then.

But Shen Zhifei obviously didn't want to say anything, just shook his head, with some inconspicuous resistance written on his face, Zhang Yao didn't speak again.

If you don't want to say it, don't want to say it.

The two bid farewell at the door of the milk tea shop.

Zhang Yao lifted the chain of the shoulder bag, "See you later."

Shen Zhifei stood on the steps in front of the milk tea shop, with his toes pointing to the ground, and did not respond to her farewell.

Zhang Yao looked back suspiciously, watching her waiting for the next sentence.

After a few seconds, she called out, "Zhang Yao."

Her voice was a little hoarse, maybe because she drank too much sweet just now, and she felt that her throat was a little sticky.

Zhang Yao had already turned around, she stood where she was, and felt sad for no reason when she heard Shen Zhifei calling her name.

Shen Zhifei raised her eyes, and the lights in the milk tea shop illuminated her eyes brightly, "If I pursue you again, can you give me a chance."

Zhang Yao stared at her for a while, her eyes changed from gentle at the beginning to indifferent, and there was no trace of waves.

The air was so quiet that it was suffocating. Although Zhang Yao's expression was the same, she was clearly full of tension.

The light in Shen Zhifei's eyes went out, she seemed to know what Zhang Yao would say next, a voice in her heart urged her to cover her ears not to listen, but she wanted to get Zhang Yao's answer as if she was masochistic, so she just He tightened his trouser legs and stared at Zhang Yao's lips.

"Shen Zhifei," Zhang Yao suddenly smiled, with a bit of self-mockery in her tone, "Do you think that I should depend on you for the rest of my life, and always revolve around you?"

The blood on Shen Zhifei's face faded away, she opened her mouth, her frozen expression was a bit ridiculous.

"No," she said.

I just, don't want to really lose you.

"Shen Zhifei, don't belittle me." Zhang Yao's eyes turned a thin layer of red, and her words seemed to be squeezed out of her throat without obvious choking, "Don't belittle that relationship either."

She turned around and left, not paying attention to the surprised eyes of passers-by, walked straight to the side of the car, and opened the door.

It wasn't until sitting in the cab, fastening her seat belt, and a drop of hot liquid fell on the back of her hand, that Zhang Yao realized that she had burst into tears at some point.

The emotion just now came very suddenly, and when she recalled Shen Zhifei's hurt eyes, she felt a little regretful.

What I really don't want to admit is that for a moment, Zhang Yao really wanted to agree to Shen Zhifei.

But she couldn't help herself.

Even though she knew that Shen Zhifei had reasons, the hurt she had suffered was real, and the grievances she had been holding back all these years could not be faked.

There was a knot in her heart, if she could not untie it, even if she and Shen Zhifei were together, she would not be able to treat each other calmly.

Now communicating normally with Shen Zhifei in a friendly way is already the greatest indulgence she has given to herself.

It doesn't matter if you say she is stubborn or stubborn, she just wants an answer, whether to let go or forgive in the end, just leave it to God's will.

Watching Zhang Yao disappear at the end of the road, Shen Zhifei's body was shrouded in the light, with a clear look in his eyes, and even a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Probably Zhang Yao's attitude towards her recently was too gentle, making her mistakenly think that those pains have passed.

It turned out not to be.

All the years in those days are quiet and beautiful, is it all her wishful thinking?

After all, when Zhang Yao met again for the first time, she had clearly told her that she was no longer where she was.

Shen Zhifei wiped his face, put his hand into his pocket, stared at the corner of the street with people coming and going for a few minutes, and then moved stiffly to pick up the car.

She sat in the car and thought for a while, then started the car and drove in one direction.

Zhang Yao was also driving a car, driving in the traffic flow. She held the steering wheel and walked along the road blankly. She turned when there was a bend, and went straight when there was no bend. When she encountered a red light, she almost ran straight. Fortunately, she finally In a second, he came back to his senses and stepped on the brakes.

She didn't know where to go now, and she didn't really want to go home, so she drove all the way with the window open, hoping that the not-so-cool night wind outside the window would clear her mind a bit.

After driving aimlessly like this for nearly a quarter of an hour, Zhang Yao noticed that a house on the side of the street was not very big, but the neon lights were particularly conspicuous. The female singer's smoke voice full of vicissitudes was vaguely heard inside. The melody seems to be telling her story.

She can also be regarded as a person with a story, if the story of being rejected by the first love girlfriend after breaking up after breaking up is also counted.

Zhang Yao parked the car and planned to go in for a drink and take a taxi home later.

Qing Bar is different from that kind of bar. There is no dance floor for people to dance passionately in, and there is no heavy metal music that makes people dizzy. Slow melody.

This kind of environment is Zhang Yao’s favorite. It doesn’t have the noise and hustle and bustle of ordinary bars, and no one will disturb it, because everyone who comes here has their own stories and understands the feeling of just wanting a piece of peace .

Once the two glass doors are closed, the busyness and exhaustion in the city are isolated, leaving only a small table and a cup of sake in front of you.

Zhang Yao found a single-seat sofa and sat down. The waiter came over and delivered a price list in time.

This bar does not seem to have so many red tapes. The waiters are not wearing suits or waiter uniforms, but their own daily private clothes, which are casual and have no sense of distance from the guests.

Zhang Yao ordered a cup of Long Island Iced Tea and handed back the price list to the waiter.

In order to enhance the atmosphere, the lights in the bar are not so bright, there are only a few dim spot lights, and the two lights at the bar and the small round table where the singers stay are almost the brightest places in the whole bar.

The stainless steel mixing jug is flying in the hands of the bartender, and the light occasionally refracted when the jug is turned over is quite dazzling.

At the end of the song, the female singer on the round stage adjusted the leather guitar strap, looking a little tired, and waved to the person next to the console below.

Zhang Yao twirled her fingers around the mouth of the cup, and lazily raised her eyelids to look at the stage.

The female singer stepped down, and after a while, another person came up.

The man was wearing a baggy doll costume, which was incompatible with the overall style of this bar.Just like the TV show where the guests had to cover their faces to sing, her headgear also had an opening at the mouth, which was convenient for the microphone to pick up sound.

A small number of people in the bar also looked at the stage curiously, their eyes full of novelty and exploration. It is really fresh to have the image of a brown bear doll in a place like a bar.

Zhang Yao propped her chin up with great interest. She didn't think that the brown bear singing love songs would be unconventional, but singing nursery rhymes would be more in line with the image.

The brown bear sat down on the high stool, even if the legs were partially covered by the doll clothes, the length could still be seen.The brown bear reached out and took off the microphone from the microphone stand, facing the part of the mouth separated by the net bag.

The prelude sounded, it was a folk song, the song was very gentle, it was the type that could make people calm down after listening to it.

Zhang Yao didn't understand music, so she looked at the brown bear caged under the light on the stage, and took a sip from her wine glass.

The brown bear opened his mouth. Unexpectedly, it was a woman. The woman's voice was deep and deep. When she sang the first line of the lyrics, there was a bit of bubbly due to the intonation.Like a soft feather, brushing against the heart.

Zhang Yao raised her eyebrows, she thought the voice was familiar.

——Like Shen Zhifei.

Zhang Yao froze for a moment, then laughed, amused by her own thoughts.

How could Shen Zhifei be in such a place?

The voices of many people are different when they sing and speak. It's probably just a coincidence. The voice of the person under the brown bear happened to be somewhat similar to Shen Zhifei's when he sang.

It's because she is too sensitive, and she can't help but think about everything she hears.

Thinking of this, the smile on Zhang Yao's face faded away.She had never heard Shen Zhifei sing, and she didn't even know if Shen Zhifei could sing.

It is not easy to force myself to stop thinking wildly. At least it took Zhang Yao a lot of effort to erase the idea of ​​"she is Shen Zhifei" from her mind and replace it with "her voice is very similar to Shen Zhifei".

After the brown bear sang a song, he gestured to the sound engineer in the audience. A thin white wrist was exposed between the thick gloves and cuffs. There was something on the wrist, and a beam of light was reflected with her movements. Light.

Zhang Yao narrowed her eyes, her tongue was slightly bitter.

It was another folk song, and the song was more gentle than the previous one. When the brown bear sang along with the accompaniment, it was obviously in a normal pronunciation state, but it was slightly sad.

Zhang Yao fell down for no reason.

The people around were listening to the song quietly, occasionally making a low-pitched discussion, but Zhang Yao didn't listen carefully, probably discussing the brown bear singer's singing skills or her own affairs.

Accompanied by the music, Zhang Yao sipped the cup of Long Island Iced Tea, which was not much at all, until there were only a few ice cubes left in the cup, which was refreshingly cold.

Zhang Yao called the waiter and refilled his cup.

She just wanted to sit for a while, but for some reason, she liked the song of the brown bear singer.Probably because she looks a little bit like that person, she wants to wait until the brown bear is gone before leaving.

After the brown bear sang three songs, he pinned the microphone on the microphone stand, got up and left the stage.

Zhang Yao was about to leave, so she walked to the cashier, scanned the QR code to pay, and asked the boss, "Where is your bathroom?"

"There." The boss raised his head, leaned out his upper body, and pointed to the direction of the end of a row of tables. There was a small wooden door there, which was really inconspicuous if you didn't look carefully.

Zhang Yao thanked her, walked around those tables and chairs, and pushed open the wooden door.

Inside is a not-so-spacious corridor, and there is a sign of the direction of the bathroom hanging under the corridor light on the right. Zhang Yao thought it was just by pushing the wooden door, and almost complained secretly that the seat next to the door was a disaster.

She walked in and turned left to the bathroom, and she almost tripped herself as soon as she entered.

——The brown bear was standing in front of the sink, with his hands on the hood, and the two holes for his eyes were facing her.

Scary.

Zhang Yao breathed a sigh of relief and went to the cubicle. Before closing the door, she couldn't help but take a look outside.

That person probably just put on the headgear before she came in. She adjusted the position of the headgear around her neck, clapped her hands and walked out.