honey has fallen

When Zhang Mengmeng returned to the laboratory anxiously with her mobile phone in her pocket, Wu Fei had already exchanged a song with Yan Buxie. Yan Buxi helped to cover for Wu Fei to leave early to pursue his own happiness. I don't know where to fish out two shriveled grapefruit leaves and sweep Wu Fei's body from top to bottom to ensure that the bad luck is cleared and he returns in triumph—two contestants who are against their will.

Yan Buxi was so engrossed in the data calculation that she didn't even notice Zhang Mengmeng's sneaky glances and tomato face that could be fried with an egg.

Not long after, the mobile phone in his pocket heard a few moo vibrations, and Zhang Mengmeng got out of the laboratory as quickly and cautiously as a busy thief. Give her the roses.

"Hello, Ms. Zhang, this is your true love forever."

Zhang Mengmeng took the flowers, but she hadn't thought about how to organize her words for a while. The flowers in her arms were fragrant, and the roses were delicate and beautiful.Zhang Mengmeng just felt that his brain was congested and formatted into a blank, and he couldn't remember anything.She hurriedly grabbed the wrist of the flower delivery boy who was about to leave, her voice was trembling because of nervousness, and she clasped her hands and asked, "What kind of confession do you boys prefer? Is it weird for girls to send flowers to boys?" On weekdays, he would see boys giving girls flowers, and girls usually giving boys chocolates and handmade biscuits.But just now, Wu Fei's careful preparations led me to go all over the lab, and I didn't even think about giving confession gifts according to gender. For boys, a bouquet of roses is really not as pleasing as Yihe chocolate.

The flower delivery boy saw her nervous face, the girl Huaichun is always poetic.

Facing the anxious question of the Huaichun girl, he answered calmly and honestly: "As long as it is someone I like, I can accept any kind of confession."

This answer seems to directly throw the question back to Zhang Mengmeng - as long as the words don't like it, any way of confession can be successful.

"However." The flower delivery boy's eyes fell gently on the roses in her arms with water droplets still hanging on them. "I like roses."

Zhang Mengmeng's heart skipped a beat suddenly, and she didn't know why, these simple words were like a sedative into her heart - in fact, boys also like roses.Maybe it's the same kind of dislike.

"Thank you." Zhang Mengmeng relaxed, only to realize that she was still holding the man's arm, and quickly let go, saying, "I'm sorry, I was too nervous."

The flower delivery boy didn't care, he glanced into the laboratory inadvertently, and through the glass door, Yan Buxi was sitting at the table concentrating on calculations.The little brother asked in a tone like casual chatting: "Do you want to confess your love to your classmates?"

The girl's careful thinking prompted Zhang Mengmeng to subconsciously turn around and look into the room. "Um."

"Very good." The younger brother said, "I wish you success."

Seeing that he was returning the same way he came, Zhang Mengmeng walked down the stairs unhurriedly, wondering if he was suffering from some kind of nervous breakdown or something.I always felt that the little brother's last eyes were a little cold.

"Yan Buxi, come out for a moment, I have something to tell you." Zhang Mengmeng stood at the door, hiding the flowers behind her head and beckoning Yan Buxi to come out.She didn't go into the lab.Confessing in the quiet laboratory with only two people, she felt suffocated just thinking about it.

Yan Buxi just finished one set of calculations, staring at the whole process, reluctantly took off his eyes, this set is a bit different from usual, it seems that it will be more troublesome to use the new algorithm, why not try the old calculation later.Thinking about this, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it in his mouth, and left the door absent-mindedly.

"What's the matter?" Because Yan Buxi had a cigarette in his mouth, the corners of his mouth were a little crooked when he spoke, looking ruffian.He looked at the shy girl with flushed cheeks, and he saw the unhidden roses behind her out of the corner of his eye, and he knew it in his heart.

Yan Buxi looked away, looked at the osmanthus tree shade outside the window, and slowly began to swallow the clouds. "I will take every class in the future, and the experiment will follow up with you."

Zhang Mengmeng was nervous because her heart was vibrating in her chest, and she didn't know how to speak. When she heard Yan Buxi, she subconsciously froze before she could react.

"why?"

Studying well in class is a very common thing for others, but for Yan Buxi, who has always been gagging and not doing his job properly, he can be called a prodigal son.

"I have someone I like." Yan Buxi was smoking. "In order to be worthy of him, I have to work hard."

Zhang Mengmeng blurted out. "You are worthy of anyone." It was only after she said it that she realized that this was Yan Buxi's tactful refusal, and she was just trying to find a way out for her.

"You don't understand that." Yan Buxi held a cigarette butt between his fingertips, talking like a master of love. "If you like someone, even if you are a real swan, you will feel ashamed and feel like a toad in front of him."

Up to now, Zhang Mengmeng already knows the result of her confession, and it is the best choice to give up and act as if nothing happened.In this way, the two will still be good partners in the same laboratory in the future.

But she was not reconciled, Zhang Mengmeng liked to talk about it from the first day she entered the laboratory.Up to now, I have been in love for two and a half years, if I don't even say those four words in the end, this secret love will lead to the darkness that ends without a problem.It was a regret in her life.

Thinking of this, Zhang Mengmeng plucked up the courage to look up.Although the final result is already known, she still has to complete the process for herself.

"I like you." Zhang Mengmeng held the flowers in front of her, looked directly at Yan Buxi's face and repeated it seriously. "If you don't like it, I like you."

Yan Buxi looked at her sincere and sincere eyes. He was obviously nervous and scared, but he still looked directly at him, and both of them could hear the sound of the vigorous beating of the heart.The hand holding the cigarette slowly stopped.He suddenly understood why Tang Yun always refused seriously when he proposed dating in the past.Then definitely stick to it.

Because when you really face the person you like, that kind of shyness and fear, as well as the chaotic sound of your heart beating.It cannot be escaped. This is the way that human beings have been given to express their sincerity in the most primitive time. It cannot be replaced by scenes, roses, flowers and a few sweet words. In the past, he really did not show any sincerity.

"I'm sorry." Yan Buxi lowered his head slightly, his long eyelashes fluttered down, and he extinguished the cigarette butt that had burned to his fingertips on the trash can beside him. "I have a boyfriend."

"I love him very much. I have never loved anyone like him. I haven't before, and I won't have one in the future." Tang Yun must be the starting point and end point of his emotional overlap.

At the corner of the stairs at the end of the corridor, the person with his back against the wall slowly turned around, raised his feet and walked slowly down.There seemed to be a trace of gentleness in the eyes exposed on the mask.