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"Let's not talk about her anymore, let's talk about you." Shen Zhifei, who finally swallowed the kelp, immediately dropped his chopsticks, clasped his hands together and put them on the table, smiling flatteringly at the silent Zhang Yao, "You how is it going?"

Zhang Yao's thick long eyelashes fluttered twice, and her lips moved weakly, as if organizing words.Strictly speaking, she has been very boring these years, there is nothing exciting, and there is nothing to talk about.

Like all ordinary people, she studied step by step. The only thing that might be better is that thanks to her good grades, she received a scholarship every year and successfully applied for a place to go abroad for exchange.

Although she worked in the student union as a freshman and sophomore, Zhang Yao actually didn't like those activities. Later, she found that these people were different from many of her classmates on campus, and some even had strange burdens. The student union seems to be superior to others.

When Zhang Yao tried to keep a distance from them, the words of "pretending to be noble" gradually spread, and the juniors who didn't know where she was, would take a detour when they saw her, as if she was some kind of cannibal The ghost of bones.Zhang Yao was too lazy to explain, and even less lazy to forcibly soften her attitude in order to cater to this group of people, that was not something she would do.

In her junior year, Zhang Yao voluntarily withdrew from the student union.She can't change the way and views of others in dealing with people, but at least she doesn't want to be assimilated by such an environment.

Later, Zhang Yao concentrated on preparing for the necessary examinations and documents for applying to go abroad, and did not have the energy to take care of some trivial matters.

So much so that when she was in G University, she was often alone and had no friends, so she was happy and at ease.

Except for occasionally thinking about that person.

When she was abroad, Zhang Yao occasionally went out to play with the British girl in the dormitory. She liked some literary and artistic things, so Zhang Yao listened to a lot of songs by street performers with local accents in foreign countries.

Every note that runs from the ear to the heart knows Shen Zhifei's name.

"When I was in college, I went abroad as an exchange student for two years in my junior year. After graduation, I followed the previous design institute to design for a few years, and then I came out and opened my own studio."

It's really simple, so simple that it covers everything in a few words.

Zhang Yao quickly raised her eyes to look at Shen Zhifei, and when she saw that the other party was not bored, she breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and she felt some desire to confide, "I want to say something special, it seems that I am in a foreign country. At that time, I saw a show."

"Oh?" Shen Zhifei looked at her sideways, his ink eyes were full of focused tenderness, as if smiling slightly, and also like an illusion, "The models in that show looked good?"

"No, I don't remember their faces." Zhang Yao replied very honestly.

She has slight face blindness to people of races other than the yellow race, and she can't remember seeing it once or twice briefly. As for her roommate when she was studying abroad, it took nearly two weeks before Zhang Yao could barely remember the name of the other party. It matches the face.

"Then what's so special about it?"

"I saw a photographer off the court, whose back looks like you."

So that show has become a special existence.

In an instant, joy filled her heart, Shen Zhifei pursed her lips again and again, the corners of her mouth still raised, her eyes shone brightly, like a proud little fox.

After eating, Zhang Yao had to go back to work, and Shen Zhifei also had to clean up the house.

At the street corner, Shen Zhifei pinched Zhang Yao's little finger reluctantly, drooping her eyes, with an undisguised displeasure on her face.

It's rare to see her look so childish.Zhang Yao bent her lips helplessly, and withdrew her hand, "I'll come to you after get off work."

Lao Zhang and Ms. Song have already returned abroad, and it doesn't matter where she goes alone.Of course, this place is more attractive to her than the place where she is alone.

Shen Zhifei finally nodded, hailed a taxi and watched her go.

There are a lot of things, Shen Zhifei sorts them out one by one, throws the unused ones into the utility room, washes a rag, and wipes down the coffee table sofa in the living room and the bedside table in the bedroom.

After tidying up, she took the time to look at her mobile phone. It was almost six o'clock, and she actually tidied up for a whole afternoon.

Shen Zhifei sat on the sofa while beating his sore lower back, poured a glass of water to moisten his throat, but his eyes fell on a piece of paper beside the tea table.

The dark eyes dimmed, Shen Zhifei reached out to pick up the paper, scanned it roughly, and then scanned it again.

This is her mother's living expenses recharge slip, which she put here after paying the fee last time.

Now that the Internet is relatively developed, Shen Zhifei had to learn how to send letters and send money to the prison at the beginning. With the popularity of WeChat and Alipay in the past two years, it is also possible to recharge on the Internet, and directly send money into the prison. Just go to the person's account.

This greatly relieved Shen Zhifei's pressure.

She didn't have to think about it, as if she could forget about it and pretend it didn't exist.

But now it's probably time to face it - in one week, it will be the date of Xu Shulan's release from prison.

She hasn't figured out how to tell her about her father.

Shen Zhifei buried her face in her hands, took a deep breath, the breath concealed a slight tremor, easily betrayed her panic, and it was only in such a alone environment that she dared to unscrupulously release a trace of Fragile.

Maybe avoidance is part of her character, but some things cannot be solved by avoidance.

Embracing the pillow with the lingering fragrance of Zhang Yao, Shen Zhifei closed his eyes, sniffed the vaguely scented fragrance gently, and let his mind empty.

In the next few days, Zhang Yao noticed that Shen Zhifei was always distracted, and often missed the next sentence.

"What flavor do you want?"

For example, now, the two of them had dinner at a restaurant near Zhang Yao's company. When they were taking a walk to digest their food, Zhang Yao saw her staring at the billboard of the milk tea shop's signature sundae, thinking that she wanted to eat it.

So I asked her: "I want to eat something cold, shall we go and buy that?"

Shen Zhifei came out of his blank expression and nodded blankly.

The clerk asked once what flavor Shen Zhifei wanted, but seeing that she didn't respond, Zhang Yao asked again.

Shen Zhifei's interrogation seemed a little longer this time, she first blinked twice, her thick eyelashes cast a shadow on the lower eyelid, vaguely, and then her eyes slowly focused on Zhang Yao's face that was close at hand.

Shen Zhifei pursed his lips and said blankly, "What?"

"This—" Zhang Yao's expression was slightly restrained, but she still pointed to the brand patiently, "Ask what flavor you want to eat."

Shen Zhifei absent-mindedly placed on the words on the blueberry, "That's it."

Zhang Yao nodded, and smiled gently at the clerk, "I want the mango, thank you."

The little brother scratched his head in embarrassment, operated a few times on the workbench, and handed over the receipt: "You're welcome, the total is 16 yuan, you can scan the code to pay." He pointed to the payment code on the back of the machine.

After paying the money, Zhang Yao and Shen Zhifei didn't plan to sit down. They each held a small cup and poured milky ice cream with fruit flavor in it spoonful by spoonful.

"Is the blueberry flavor delicious?" Zhang Yao asked suddenly.

After what happened just now, Shen Zhifei didn't dare to be distracted anymore. Hearing that she took a look at her, her dull brain finally started to function, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of her lips.It was a taste she ordered casually, but she didn't think it was so delicious.

But that's not what he said when he spoke, "Want to know?"

Zhang Yao nodded and bent her lips subconsciously following her.

"I think mixed flavors are more delicious." Shen Zhifei held a spoon in his mouth seriously, peeking at Zhang Yao's reaction from the corner of his eye.By the way, I looked around, but there was no one.

I didn't see the sundae with mixed flavor on the price list just now, Zhang Yao tilted her head in doubt, obviously she didn't think deeply about this, but she was just curious about what the mixed flavor is like, so she said: "Then bring a sundae next time." You eat mixed flavors."

Unexpectedly, Shen Zhifei shook his head and said seriously: "I want to eat now."

"Then let's go back and buy it?" Zhang Yao looked at more than half of the ice cream left in her hand, and then at Shen Zhifei who hadn't touched a few mouthfuls of ice cream in her hand, "Then don't eat this one, be careful if you eat too much ice cream Stomach pain."

Seeing the overly naive reaction of his sweetheart, Shen Zhifei almost felt guilty, but the strong joy in his heart forcibly suppressed the little bit of guilt.

She took a small step towards Zhang Yao, raised her hand, took the spoon out of her mouth and threw it into the cup, pinching Zhang Yao's earlobe with her free hand.

The slightly cool fingertips touched the warm and soft earlobe, Zhang Yao couldn't help but shuddered, she frowned slightly reproachfully, looked up at Shen Zhifei, whose smile was getting deeper, her mind seemed to be in a mess paste.

Looking down, Shen Zhifei's rosy lips were slightly parted, and there was still a little white ice cream on his lips. Those lips were pursed and pursed, as if silently inviting others to taste it.

Those lips suddenly approached, Zhang Yao's long eyelashes fluttered, and she nervously clenched the plastic cup in her hand, the body of the cup was slightly deformed by her pinching.

The blueberry and mango flavors overlapped and exploded on the taste buds. Zhang Yao breathed and moved the tip of her tongue. When she touched the same soft and cold substance, she froze immediately. She didn't dare to raise her eyes to see Shen Zhifei's expression. Such a thing as kissing is too bold in her cognition.

The mixed-flavored ice cream is really delicious. In addition to the fruity fragrance, it also has a sweetness that cannot be melted away.

Sweet all the way to the heart, so sweet that people don't want to miss a bite.I wish I could swallow all the sweet air in my stomach, and not share it with others.

"Is it delicious?" Shen Zhifei hooked Zhang Yao's hand, his voice was softly wrapped by the evening wind.

Zhang Yao's eyes wavered slightly, she pressed the hair next to her ears, and said "hmm" in a muffled voice, don't look away from her at first.

The roots of the ears exposed to the air turned red again.

Next time, she wants a strawberry-pineapple sundae.

The author has something to say:

next time.

Zhang Yao: Do ​​you eat mixed flavors?

Shen Zhifei: Eat any mixed flavor, eat me!