dumb love

, I knew him first, I fell in love with him first, what does it have to do with Shumo.

Even so, the shocking glance that night seemed to pierce a thorn in my heart. I knew Shumo's character very well, but I didn't know him very well.

Sure enough, as I expected, Shumo has been a little distressed for the past few days. This kind of questioning, which is so obvious that even his mother is aware of it, is very worried. She dismissed it vaguely, obviously unwilling to make her mother think too much about it. Or be noticed by the mother.

Since high school is not in the same school, our classmates are no longer the same group of people. In the past, I would accompany her to go shopping with her on weekends, or go for a few laps on a secluded path, from Fu Jianchen to After coming here, after thinking about it, I haven't been with her for a long time.

I feel a little ashamed of her for being an older brother.It is rare to have a full weekend after the exam. I originally wanted to go shopping with her in the morning, and then let her make free arrangements in the afternoon. I went to see Fu Jianchen.

She was taken aback for a moment, and then rejected me a bit coyly. Even though the excuse was perfect, she had an appointment with her classmate, both of whom were girls, and it was not convenient for me to accompany her. This kind of excuse is okay to deceive my mother.

I simply put down the half-sharpened pencil. I was really afraid that talking to her while sharpening would open a crack in my finger. Although it didn't hurt much at that moment, the wound in winter heals the slowest.

"Shumo, tell me, are you going to see Fu Jianchen?" Actually, I don't really want to talk to her about this kind of question that I know very well. Once I talk about it, there will always be someone who has to make a decision. No matter who it is, Neither is the result I want to see.

Her reaction was actually within my reason, but it was beyond my expectation. After a long silence, she bit her lips: "It really is you. At the beginning, I heard my classmates tell me that I am not Believe me, I didn't expect it was really you." It's so strange, I understood what she was saying in an instant even though I didn't have a good heart, but I didn't feel that I had done anything wrong.

"Shumo, I don't think I did anything wrong, even if it's you, I don't want to give in." Actually, I didn't want to tell her so bluntly so early.

In fact, the sooner you clarify this kind of thing, the better. For example, before, I knew that Shumo liked him. I don’t believe that he didn’t know. One day the distance will be farther and farther.

She took a deep look at me: "I never thought of asking you to give in, Shuyu, I like him, no less than you, let's compete fairly." How could this kind of thing be fair? In terms of sexual orientation, I was thrown off by her a lot.

I said yes, even if I know that the ending of the story may not be satisfactory, maybe I will lose completely, but what does it matter, who let that person, when I first saw it, I already fell in love with him It's over.

This kind of childish and somewhat boring bet has been maintained like this. This is just a war without gunpowder smoke and calm to no waves. It can't stir up any waves. We all agreed to maintain the same in front of our mother.

This is the first wrong thing I have done in my life. Falling in love is a matter between two people. I shouldn't have ever asked his opinion. I used him as an object to make a bet with Shumo. No one It's up to who has to be who, luckily, the first acquaintance always has the upper hand, and he seems to like being close to me.

I said that Shumo and I always have a little telepathy. Look, we once fell in love with the same person at first sight by coincidence. This is the original sin and cannot be redeemed.

The demolition of the alley has been delayed again and again, but I seldom go there without the rose wall, and Fu Jianchen has not left either. A rough calculation shows that more than half a year has passed from March to April to the present Laba season, and there will be more Less than one month is the Spring Festival, and after the Spring Festival, the day of our college entrance examination is getting closer and closer. Even I can't slip out so easily to escape self-study, especially, people always have to fight for their ideals of.

In my heart, I hope that he will stay, but there are no relatives, friends, or family reunion here. I am afraid that he will be too lonely by himself, and I will never be able to accompany him all the time.

At noon on Laba, we went to the fast food restaurant in the small alley of the shopping mall. The porridge cooked with black rice and red beans looked very like the acacia red beans in the advertisement. He still hasn’t learned to use chopsticks skillfully for so long. Look at him serious He eats vegetables with a spoon, and he always has the urge to laugh, but after being together for so long, I can still figure out his temper, and always try to smooth his hair before frying it.

It was convenient for him to pick out the shredded green pepper and ginger that he didn't like, and asked, "It's almost Chinese New Year, are you planning to go home?" Fu Jianchen, despite being a little arrogant and self-willed, has a straightforward temper. In Mo's affairs, I have been doing dumb Tai Chi with me, so it's hard for him.

"I'm not going back." The young master flatly refused, maybe it was my puzzled eyes that made him dodge uncomfortably for a while.

"My family is not in China." He explained a rare sentence, thought for a while and said, "I'll spend this year here." Of course I don't have any objections, in fact, this is exactly what I hope.

I roughly calculated the time, and I can take at most one week off after the new year and the new year, especially since we don’t need to go out to visit relatives. Although we have lived in this place for more than ten years, no leaves have taken root. Home is where the mother is.

My mother is also very sensitive, if I take him back rashly, if it's really nothing, the ordinary relationship is fine, I'm afraid that I will be a guilty conscience.

"I just haven't stayed here enough, you don't have to feel embarrassed." Maybe my silence made him misunderstand, he changed the spoon to drink the porridge, and frowned in disgust: "It's too sweet, put less sugar next time." I didn't put sugar in his bowl at all, and being accused like this seemed like I had really done something heinous.

I smiled slightly: "I'm happy, if you don't like it, I'll go and buy you another copy?"

"No, I can't drink so much." His expression changed all of a sudden. Although he looked very arrogant, his fair skin was inadvertently turned into a layer of pink. I don't know if it is true what he said It's too hot in the house.

One test every day, one test every three days, one test every five days, the test papers are flying all over the sky, I don’t care much about the bright red marks at the top of the middle, in my opinion, the college entrance examination is only a short three days, I’m almost sorry for the short time The pen and ink I use for my test papers every day.

However, it is such two words that people love and hate, which has created generations of people. It is somewhat like ten years of hard work and a title on the gold list. We are eleven years old, but I have heard of it for a few years. It is necessary to have a comprehensive six-year system.

It means submerging in the sea of ​​questions every day, and the papers are filled from blank to full, and then their value is declared by a bright red mark. I am afraid that one day I will become a walking dead who can do nothing but study.

When the head teacher announced on the podium outside the station that he could leave school from the afternoon, all of them had to go to self-study after the fifth day of the junior high school, and the plans made every day had to be completed meticulously. After talking about 10 minutes, there was a large part of the surrounding area. When my classmates who couldn't even call out their names cheered, I realized that it was already the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, and it was almost the Chinese New Year, so it was time for a holiday.

☆, old things <[-]>

For more than half a month, I was muddled by the exam. When I was on vacation, I was suddenly relieved. When I walked out of the gate of No. [-] Middle School, I had the illusion of finally flying out of the cage.

Just as he didn't know whether he should go home first, he suddenly saw a figure across the road from the crowd, wearing a black woolen overcoat and a light gray scarf tightly wrapping half of his face, with his hands in his pockets, from time to time Move my frozen feet, even so, I still put all my eyes on him at a glance.

I fumbled through all my pockets and took out a wrinkled bill that was almost invisible, bought a freshly baked orange sweet potato, put it in my arms, and moved inch by inch to the opposite side with the crowd.

"Why did you come out so slowly, why are you smiling like a fool." Although he still spoke as usual, he untied the scarf around his neck without any delay, and casually touched my neck Wrapped around twice.

"See Chen." I suddenly realized why I cared so much about him being a man, why I had to be scruples about Shumo, why I was afraid that he would leave at any time and did not dare to express it, why I was still in front of me when he was right in front of me. Not enough.

"See Chen, see Chen." If it wasn't on the street right now, with people coming and going, I would hug him tightly, look at his cold and red lips, and really want to taste it.

"All right, all right, you're such an adult, why are you still acting coquettish." He must be pretending to be so old-fashioned because of embarrassment, obviously he is the one who loves to act coquettish to me and do whatever willful things to me.

It wasn't until he came to the hotel where he had been living, and the heating blasted the entire room into a steaming heat wave, that he let go of my already warmed hands.

"See Chen." I've never been so out of control like this moment, as if I didn't want to separate for a second, I slowly leaned over, kissed his cold cheek blown by the cold wind, and moved it inch by inch to my lips .

This is the first time I ask for a kiss, it's great, he doesn't dislike my approach at all, from the unilateral request to the exchange of saliva between the two, but because of the thick clothes, they are not allowed to get closer.

I hugged him, and couldn't even reach into my coat. I couldn't help but feel a little frustrated, and I felt a little unspeakable grievance. He was the one who seduced me, but he didn't enjoy it.

Fu Jianchen should also be aware of it. He pushed me away a little, took a look at me, and slowly unbuttoned the exquisite coat on his coat. He said as if hiding his embarrassment: "You can't even take off your clothes, you're so stupid." .”

When you are young, there is always a kind of eagerness, eager to possess a person, let that person have everything from heart to body that is not yours, anyone who says it can refute it, it is my property.

At that time, I must have been in that kind of mood, warm and urgent, this is the first love.

Even if he completely possessed him, he was still a young man who was as proud as fire, but he was able to lie tenderly under my body, open his body unsuspectingly, and let me ask for it. His whole heart was soft. At that time, I Then I had the idea of ​​wanting to be together for the rest of my life.

Even knowing that he will be hurt because of my rough actions, the softer his heart is, the harder the thing under him will be. Friction creates heat, which is the simplest physical principle, not only the body will heat up, but even the brain will heat up.

I hugged him tightly, and the skin was pressed together without leaving any gaps. Two teenagers who had just tasted sex for the first time must not be very comfortable.

He was thin, and he felt a little nervous when hugged in his arms. His skin was well maintained, white and supple, and even the wind and sand in Mingchuan couldn't destroy it at all.

At this time, he was very soft and uncomfortable, and he didn't stop, pestering me for a kiss. If I didn't hesitate to grab my back and pinch me hard, it would be really hard.

"Book, Shu Yu, give it to me."

"Okay." As long as I have, I can give you anything, without reservation.

If there were no burials that happened afterwards, even if the sexual intercourse was not perfect, I would still keep it in my heart. If I hadn't been so indulgent at the time, I'm afraid I wouldn't have confessed to it without admitting it.

I don't even know what my mother knew. As soon as I walked into the house, under the dim light, there was my mother's tired figure sitting on the sofa. She first looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, and then at me: "I I've been waiting for you for several hours." It was a look of hatred I had never seen before, and I couldn't even quibble, I knew that if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, no matter what others said, she wouldn't Believe it, I just don't know how much she saw.

As soon as I left school, I still saw Fu Jianchen, or followed us all the way to the door of the hotel.

"Mom, me." My mother interrupted me with a wave of her hand before I could begin. She would never have acted in such a disrespectful manner in normal times.

"Shuyu, you are my child. I don't want to force you, and I can't do that. I can pretend that I don't know what happened before." She is doing the utmost tolerance that a mother can give her child , I know, so I simply have no chance to say no.

I don’t regret listening to my mother’s words, but I’m a little regretful that she couldn’t see my unwavering determination. If she saw me, I don’t know if she would regret that she was gentle and tolerant and didn’t allow me to resist in the slightest.

The last time I saw Fu Jianchen that winter was the last day of that year. A thick layer of snow had accumulated on the ground early in the morning, and the sky was gray with snowflakes. Without the erosion of the north wind, the temperature seemed to rise. Much higher.

The scarf wrapped around my neck seemed to be able to feel his body temperature from yesterday. I was standing on the side of the street. Because of the Chinese New Year, the ground was full of firecrackers that exploded into flowers, and it was all red. It’s pasted with long couplets or inverted blessings. Maybe it’s because I got up early. There weren’t many people on the street. Look, presumably they must be very leisurely.

I thought of my mother's meaningful eyes when I went out in the morning, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in my heart, but I didn't even have a chance to refuse.

I was so tired yesterday, he must still be asleep, I stood downstairs for a while, my feet were numb from the cold, I stomped a few times, and after running a long way, I found a place that sells breakfast and bought some he likes buns and soy milk.

As I expected, he was indeed still sleeping, as if he expected that I would definitely come, the door was not even locked, his limbs were curled up in the bed, his head was exposed to breathe outside, I went over and shook him: "Jian Chen, get up and eat something before going to bed."

"Well, don't touch me, Leng." Even touching his cheek was enough for him to startle, and he woke up instantly and looked at me with some dissatisfaction.

"Eat something before going to bed. I have something to tell you." Nothing is harder than forcing a smile, and nothing makes me feel more distressed than Fu Jianchen's appearance afterwards. For a moment, I even thought, just That's fine, just live like this for the rest of your life, even if you want to hide, even if you don't get blessed by anyone, as long as you are with him, what does it matter.

Before he could say anything, he rubbed his eyes and sat up, the quilt slipped down to his waist, barely covering his lower body, his whole body was covered by the marks left by my rough treatment yesterday, he muttered in distress that he didn't know when he would get off, if possible, I really want those traces to stay on him and never fade away.

"Jian Chen, let's not see each other again." I handed him the steamed stuffed soy milk, but he didn't respond, took a sip of the soy milk and frowned: "You put sugar again?" How could I not know him taste.

"Probably, I forgot to remind the proprietress." No matter what his reaction was, the words he said were like water poured out, and it was difficult to take back. I knew he heard clearly.

I stood there, watching him eat breakfast slowly, I didn't know what to say for a while, so I stared at his hand unconsciously, maybe his eyes were too focused, he said a little strangely: "If you Haven't eaten yet, let's eat some together."

I said, "I ate it, I bought it for you." In fact, I haven't eaten since last night, and I don't want to eat it, and I can't eat it.

He bent the corner of his lower lip and didn't say anything else. He ate breakfast the same as usual, then took out a tissue from the box on the bedside table and wiped his mouth gracefully. He also just said calmly: "I will leave here soon, and I will never come back again, so you don't have to worry."

I was dumbfounded for a moment, isn't this what I hope for, as long as I don't see him alone, I can lie to myself that he is doing well, shouldn't it be like this, why, I still feel so sad that I can't breathe angry.

The beginning of the story is always like this.

The ending of the story is always like this, two flowers bloom, and the sky is separated.

☆, old things <seven>

In fact, I should have known that such a proud person must do what he says. He said that he would never appear in Mingchuan again. I can recognize him at a glance in the endless stream of people.

Shumo said: "Shuyu, you lost." I was noncommittal, I lost because of ethics and morals that the world can't tolerate.

Since then, I really haven't seen Fu Jianchen again. He really left and never appeared again.

My life is like a star that deviates from the track and returns to the track. It shines day and night with the brilliance of the sun, which is not conspicuous and does not stop shining.

Fortunately, the turmoil in the last semester of high school even overwhelmed my thoughts and memories of him.

I have already lost him, and I don't want to lose my last chance again. I started to make up for the lessons I missed, day and night, during that period of time.I feel like a walking dead, running around in the classroom and at home at three o'clock every day.

During that period of time, I didn’t even see when the rising sun and setting sun rose and set. I just took the exam day after day, did the questions, corrected the mistakes, endorsed, and then took the exam. The only difference was that the one in the middle almost occupied the Half a page of bright red scores.

It wasn't until one day that I needed to carefully identify the bright red mark that I finally realized that my eyes had begun to become blurred. See, even eyes can be deceiving.

Later, when I went to test my eyesight, holding a glasses case with nearly [-] Baidu lenses, I looked up at the sky in a trance, only to realize that today's weather is really good, and it turns out that it's time for flowers to bloom again.

That alley is finally about to start moving. Occasionally passing by there, you can hear the sound of the blue wall collapsing. In the near future, this place will become another completely unfamiliar look to me. While it is still there, While the roses are blooming now, while the time is just right, and while I have not left here, why not take one last look.

Green walls and green tiles, perhaps it is not yet warm enough, the off-white flowers are not bright, dotted among the green leaves from time to time, so many buds that have not yet bloomed, I don’t know if they can wait for their flowers to bloom this year season.

Where he used to stand, I slowly walked over to find an angle, he once asked me to stand where he stood, I didn't find anything, now the sun is better, shooting straight at me On the body, the rubbed and shiny electric pole buried at the root of the wall reflected the opposite corner, clearly visible, and I could even tell where the few wall bricks I leaned against when I sat there last time were drawing. place.

It turned out that it was so, it turned out that this was what he wanted me to see that day, but the sky was clear but there was no sunshine, so I couldn't see it.

Later, when I immersed myself in my studies, I no longer just thought that if I could not pass the entrance exam to CAFA’s other art colleges, I would still be able to pass the exam. I just thought that I must pass the exam. Yes, I can still go to the country where he stayed in the year after next, no longer seek chance encounters, just hope that at a certain moment, when I miss him, it just so happens that he also misses me.

In that year, No. 500 Middle School achieved its wish and surpassed Taizhong. The total number of people who passed the school was 130, including 25 and [-] for the first school, [-] key points, and only a few hundred people for the third school. Among them, the shame-washing that got his wish, in fact, the most concerned art students are the students from an art college from each of the two schools.

Because in terms of art, No. [-] Middle School pays far less attention to these things than No. [-] Middle School, and there are only three people in No. [-] Middle School who have been admitted to CAFA so far.

My mother finally got her wish and hoped that her son would become a dragon and her daughter would become a phoenix. I was actually happy, but I couldn't laugh. If Fu Jianchen hit me or scolded me at that time, no matter what, I would not fight back, but it was just such an understatement. I won't be coming back, it made me miss it for so long for no reason.

Thinking about it later, this is fine, I owe him this, and I am waiting for him to collect the debt. No matter when, we will only be entangled with each other when we are entangled.

Thinking about it this way, she became inexplicably happy again. This look fell into the eyes of the book beside her, and she couldn't be happy anymore because of her words: "Do you really think that there is something that can be repaired without a trace? Don't lie to yourself." Even things are difficult to achieve, let alone people's hearts.

I haven't been to the park with Shumo for a long time. Now in the evening, the breeze is blowing across my cheeks, and the hair on the forehead has grown a little bit, covering the eyes a little, making the eyes itchy and painful. We lay side by side on the newly repaired lake. On the stone railing, the lake water washes away circles of ripples.

Shumo leaned on his chin to look down at the group of goldfish gathered together, and said with emotion: "Shuyu, it seems that we haven't been out together for a long time. Do you think time is really a magical thing?"

"It's not time that changes us, but all the things that happened during that time." If it weren't for those joys and sorrows, what could time change.

"Maybe, you can sense something. I always feel that one day, I can see him again. Maybe at that time, even you will no longer be an obstacle."

I said: "A woman's sixth sense, when did you become so sentimental?" At that time, I even thought it was funny to hear Shumo's firm tone. Meet somewhere in this world, at that time, I am no longer me, I am willing to be all of him.

"Hurry up and buy me an ice cream, the original flavor can't be melted." She closed the words and returned to normal, but it was also a familiar past that I hadn't seen for a long time.

The weather is so hot, and I'm not a mobile freezer, so how could it not melt, so I took her to eat together.

That summer must have been the most leisurely midsummer I had ever had. There was no homework, no need to go to remedial classes, no need to memorize English and read texts every day, and even the mother who practiced drawing turned a blind eye and closed her eyes.

It’s just that it’s also the most difficult summer for me. I always think of the last summer, the streets of Mingchuan, the bridges of Mingchuan, the alleys of Mingchuan, and the white roses on the blue walls of Mingchuan that we walked hand in hand.

On the first day of school in city B, my mother seemed very happy. She helped us pack our luggage and told Shumo to go on a long trip. In fact, it was unnecessary. Anyway, we all went to city B, so there was no need for her to stay in Mingchuan.

When I asked her to go with us, she was stunned for a moment, and after a long time she smiled helplessly: "I'm old, so I'll stay at home." Does she think she's old or is she afraid that her father will dislike her for being old?

Aside from my father not being able to live with us, on the other hand, I have been fulfilling my responsibilities as a husband and a father. I actually know how much of my daily expenses belong to my father. Otherwise, how can my mother support me alone? From the expenses of two college students.

In this regard, he has never owed us anything. My mother doesn’t want my father to see her age. She is no longer a child who needs her to worry about everywhere.

My mother never mentioned Fu Jianchen to me. It may be that she knows me too well and knows that I will not violate any of her intentions. Especially, the more pressing this kind of thing is, the better not to mention it, because she knows that I will also I won't mention it again, as long as everyone doesn't mention it, one day, all these will disappear.

For many years later, I was thinking about how to spend a person's life without leaving any regrets. At that time, I couldn't guess it. , will be my eternal regret and cannot be erased.

☆, old things <[-]>

I finally came to this strange and very familiar city. I used to be a foreigner, coming and leaving again and again, but now I want to integrate with this city, just like I once merged with Mingchuan. Once, we will not separate in a hurry.

I have met my father. In fact, I don’t hate him as much as Shumo. There is always an essential difference in the level of thinking between men and women. Perhaps what Shumo saw was that he left us for so many years and never asked his mother. He doesn't deserve anything.

But I was thinking that we were not ready to be together as a family, and let him fight against the pressure from everywhere alone.

Yes, until now, he still thinks that one day he will be able to welcome his mother into the house in person. I think a large part of the reason why I can persist for so long is probably because my father told me by using himself as an example.

When you really love someone, everything you have will be hers, and this kind of feeling will not gradually disappear with time, will not disappear, and will not be indifferent.

I admire him, even though we were never by his side, he still kept his inner vow.

In essence, even if I haven’t lived in City B all the time, I can still be regarded as a native of City B. I understand the habits of living here, I can understand the language here, my household registration is here, and even a gift from my father The house is also here, and it is not difficult for me to live and work in peace and contentment.

This time, it is a bit far away from Shumo's school, and it takes half a city B to get there. Even so, I still have the habit of visiting her once a week or two, even if she refuses to admit that I am her brother, After all, it is a little older than her.

People say that going to university is a leap-forward change, especially for girls. Maybe it's because I've been with Shumo for too long, so I didn't see any changes in her. Until one day Shumo happily told me that her mentor was invited to participate in a commercial performance, and planned to take her to complete the piano and violin ensemble of the famous song "Canon".

I have met her teacher once, a very young and talented professor with a high understanding of music and unique insights. Of course, in my eyes, Shumo is also the best.

I watched her beaming like I was showing off her glory, beautiful eyebrows, and high spirits. At this moment, I suddenly realized that she has grown up too, and we have all grown up.

"Shuyu, why are you in a daze, did you hear me?" My momentary distraction can cause her dissatisfaction.

"Sorry, say it again." He quickly apologized to her for his distraction.

"Really, it's been a long time since I went shopping with you, and you pretended not to hear me when I asked you to accompany me to a video store." How could I have any objections?What else can I do besides obediently accompany me to carry things.

"Go, go, let's go after eating the ice cream, we will never refuse." I begged for mercy repeatedly, and the eldest lady withdrew her proud gaze in satisfaction, and took another mouthful of lemon-flavored ice cream and stuffed it into her mouth with relish.

I really don’t understand those famous songs by famous artists, and they specialize in art. In this regard, Shumo is indeed much better than me. After all, if I really have musical talents, my mother would not have decided to train me since I was a child. Painted.

There, she carefully looked at the duets of various versions of "Canon" on the shelves, looking for the story behind the author's composition, looking for the author's other compositions, and even wishing to study the three generations of the family's ancestors.

Seeing that her focus is only on the film, I am also a little bored walking along the stereotypically arranged shelves and looking at it. In my opinion, the most complicated thing is not the movement played by people, but the long list of names behind it. Plus a long list of surnames, the combination is simply a headache.

Somewhat boredly, he scratched the most prominent names with his fingertips, until he suddenly saw a slightly familiar foreign name, and he was about to reach out to get a better look. After a while, a white and slender hand slowly wiped the plastic box and it was empty.

I smiled as I was used to: "If you like...." The moment I looked up, I froze there. The person I thought I would never see again in my life just reappeared in front of me alive. We just haven't seen each other for more than a year. I've seen it, but it seems like a long, long time has passed. I can't even believe my eyes after such a long time.

This is the beginning of our second bad relationship, of course he is still the same as before, he must have just finished something and sneaked in to take a look, his eyes and eyes are full of tiredness that cannot be concealed.

"Jianchen, long time no see." The short sentence "Long time no see" contains how much I miss him. If I can, I really want to hug him and tell him how much I miss him, how much I want to see him, It's just that I can't, it's not that I can't, I'm not qualified.

His reaction was much calmer, he smiled decently and gracefully, he didn't even want to say a word of greeting, he nodded and smiled slightly, and turned around to leave, I couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

"Shuyu, look at this..." Seeing him getting farther and farther away from me, I didn't even have the strength to shout out. Shumo was holding a few discs and raising his hand to ask for my opinion, as if he had sensed something. In general, he followed my line of sight and looked at him, happily shouting his name with a completely different reaction from mine, and rushed over to give him a big hug.

That's right, there is no gap between Shumo and him, it is us who have a gap, and at this time, I really hope that Shumo can pester him a little bit, and it is best to get rid of his current situation.

Fu Jianchen was not as indifferent to Shumo as he was to me. He chatted and responded calmly with a smile. He couldn't even refuse Shumo's invitation. I was actually tormented in my heart. On the one hand, I didn't want Shumo to go with him. Too close, but on the one hand, we have to rely on books and inks to connect a little bit of connection between us.

Eating together at night is like a torment for me, but I have to treat it with full energy, and even hope that the moment when the meal will never end will come.

I don't remember what I ate, but my eyes and ears are still working, and Shumo and him are still in normal contact, like an old friend who hasn't seen each other for a long time, complaining about his leaving without saying goodbye, asking about the present He can patiently give an answer to any situation, and he can even say thank you when I am used to giving him some dishes he likes.

The more this was the case, the more I felt the pain all over my body as if I had been pierced by his gentle stabbing.

He was going to answer the phone halfway, he gave us an apologetic look, and left his seat, almost by accident, I dropped all my demeanor and followed, maybe because I was really busy, he walked hurriedly to the phone. Someone with a head like an assistant helped him arrange his time, but he left enough time to finish the meal.

The restroom in the restaurant should be considered luxurious, with a separate cubicle and a separate washbasin. Once the door is closed, all noises from the outside are really isolated, but his voice is still clearly distinguishable, as beautiful as the sound of nature.

I feel that I am following like a prodigal son at this time, I just can't control it, when he comes out of the private guard to wash his hands, I stand behind him, as long as I look up in the mirror, like before, maybe I can see Seeing any emotion in his eyes, even if he doesn't look up, he must be able to detect something from my body temperature as I get closer.

"You've lost weight." Sure enough, he looked at me through the mirror. He didn't exchange pleasantries, and he didn't have to be as polite as he was with others. He went straight to the point. This should be him.

"Jian Chen, I'm sorry