On the daily life of nemesis

His so-called attachment is nothing more than Xiang Shaoqian. He is the same as Xiang Shaoqian. He has spent more than ten years studying together. It is not an exaggeration to say that he was a child. After studying abroad in the country, and then returning to U City after returning to the country, before I knew it, it had been so long, but it really has a lot of connections.

Sometimes he also wondered if he had never met the two of them a few times back then, and even fell in love with Shaoqian, would they be strangers now?Will he obey his father's arrangement, just like three intersecting parallel lines, although the lines are the same, but they can never intersect, thinking of the words his father said to him suddenly wafting in Pang Zhen's ears, As if frightened, he shook his head slightly, and then he came back to his senses.

The edge of the double-sided toast was already slightly golden, and the edge of the toast overflowing with egg whites was also stained with golden yellow, but he didn't notice the blackness at the bottom of the toast, he suddenly sighed softly, Then he reached out to turn off the gas, neatly placed the toast in the porcelain plate, leaned his thin joints slightly beside the stove, and frowned, as if he was thinking about something.

It wasn't until the man's voice suddenly came into his ears that he was pulled back from his thoughts.

Looking back along the source of the sound, he saw Xiang Shaoqian leaning against the double doors with a water glass in one hand, looking at him playfully.

"What are you thinking about so preoccupied?" After the last word was uttered, Xiang Shaoqian walked past the door and walked into the kitchen, opened the dining chair with one hand and sat down. He turned slightly She turned her head, but looked at the plate of toast in Pang Zhen's hand on the cooking table, and then shifted her gaze to Pang Zhen in a few seconds, looking at him thoughtfully.

Pang Zhen suddenly coughed a few times, and after holding the porcelain plate in one hand and placing it on the dining table, he opened the dining chair and sat down. He scratched his forehead lightly with his little finger to cover up his embarrassment. The topic is prevaricated.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, then what, Shaoqian, you haven't eaten all night, eat something, don't starve to death."

However, Xiang Shaoqian nodded lightly, and did not continue talking about this topic.He just picked up the silver chopsticks, picked up the toast on the plate, took a bite, but frowned suddenly, could it be that he had missed his culinary skills?Bad toast?

Pang Zhen also became nervous following his expression, he leaned forward slightly, and then asked tentatively

"What? Could it be that I was burnt?"

When Xiang Shaoqian heard this, his face remained unchanged, maintaining a cold attitude, he slightly stretched out his hand to signal Pang Zhen to taste it.

Pang Zhen didn't think much of it, and immediately picked up the silver chopsticks, but he didn't just pick up a corner, but picked up the whole piece of toast, took a big bite, and chewed it with his teeth. , but suddenly frowned, stretched out his hand and pulled out the tissue on the table, wrapped it around his lips and spit it out, my God, what does it smell like?Really burnt. . . . . . .

Seeing his distressed appearance, Xiang Shaoqian suddenly slipped a trace of cunning in the depths of his eyes, but disappeared in the dark eyes in an instant to calm the waves.

He just looked at Pang Zhen with a smile on his lips.

I don't know when and what reason, unconsciously, he cherishes the time the two of them spend together at this moment, I am afraid that if we say goodbye today and see each other again in the future, it may be far away, and it will be even more difficult It's hard, the old man is already alert. If there is any change at this time that causes the market to be in chaos, it will really be a waste of all previous efforts. All previous efforts will be in vain. After taking a step, there is no way to get out. The only way is to wait, wait for a long time, wait for an opportunity, and when the time is right, maybe he can bring him down, but he will never rush in the current situation. action.

Xiang Shaoqian is like this, so why not Pang Zhen?The two of them cherish every minute and every second of being together, maybe they don't know when, and what unexpected accidents will happen, everything is beyond their control, the road ahead seems to be broad, In fact, it is far away and every step is extremely difficult. They still have a long way to go, and this is just the beginning.

Thinking of this, both of them smiled in relief as if they knew each other, but why was there a bit of bitterness in that smile?

"Old Pang, your culinary skills have fallen behind...or maybe you are careless?" Xiang Shaoqian pushed the porcelain plate on the table suddenly, and then said with a chuckle.

"Uh... Mistakes, mistakes, you have to know that I rarely make such mistakes, isn't there an old saying, how can you not get your shoes wet when you often walk by the river, ah...haha" Pang Zhen embarrassed Scratching the hair on the back of his head, he said with a concealed smile.

Xiang Shaoqian nodded thoughtfully, and didn't say anything more, but kept staring at the porcelain plate on the dining table.

Pang Zhen thought for a while before he was about to say something, but he didn't expect that Xiang Shaoqian also opened his mouth suddenly. The two looked at each other as if they knew each other, and then smiled at each other. Pang Zhen nodded. She nodded, motioning for him to speak first.

"How are you doing recently?" Xiang Shaoqian slightly raised his eyes and looked at the person opposite and asked softly.

"Oh, it's good, it's just busy. I still have a few sketches in my hand. I'm so busy." Pang Zhen suddenly raised his hand to rest his chin, and confided casually, but the brows were full of excitement. It means tiredness, and even if you look carefully, you can see the black circle on the lower eye sockets of those slender eyes.

Xiang Shaoqian didn't say anything more, but just stared at the porcelain plate on the table thoughtfully.

After a while, he heard a sentence from the opposite side that made him fall into silence for a long time.

"I don't know how long it will be before we can still want to meet like this, sit down and confide in each other, and say goodbye to each other?"

"It would be great if time stood still like this, but it is impossible after all," Pang Zhen smiled suddenly after the voice that had been hidden in his heart for a long time was uttered, and there was a bit of bitterness and affection in that smile , but also has the unobtainable that only belongs to him.

When Xiang Shaoqian heard this, he suddenly raised his eyes to meet his eyes, but today he felt a trace of complexity from his deep eyes, which was indescribable and never seen before. With complicated emotions, Xiang Shaoqian felt a tight pain in his chest for a moment, but he couldn't say anything when the words came to his lips.

Looking at each other, looking at each other silently,

What is spoken is the voice of the heart, what is not said is indeed the traces of the heart,

Or maybe, this love can only be buried with time.