soul seeker

The two of them shuttled through the crowded shelves of the jewelry store with the things they just bought.

"How is it? Are they all beautiful?"

"Well, beautiful is very beautiful, which one should I choose?"

"Ha! I knew you would say that!" Fang Xiaoya clapped her hands, "How about recommending my favorite to you?" She picked up a lemon yellow square photo frame on the second shelf next to her, He raised it in front of him, "How is it? Does it look good, especially" She pulled the photo frame back in front of her, rubbing her fingers against the pattern of white Gesang flowers in the lower left corner of the photo frame, "Especially this Gesang flower. Hehe... "

In an instant, Fang Xiaoya recalled the beautiful wedding photos of her and Wei Qiongyu in the photo frame.

Wei Qiongyu took the photo frame Gesanghua, just right, she likes it... "Okay, let's buy this."

"Okay, thank you for shopping with me, but you should go home so late, goodbye." After Wei Yuyu finished speaking, he entered the door by himself.

"Alas, alas!" Fang Xiaoya was thrown in the corridor before she could find an excuse.

Wei Qiongyu put the things he bought on the table, without Fang Xiaoya making noise, the room suddenly became large and empty. He sat on the sofa for a while, opened the suitcase, and took out a thick book from the interlayer. The thick book sat back on the sofa and flipped through it.

The white light gradually faded, and the darkness climbed up.

The sound of knocking on the door with an "aggressive" voice pulled out Wei Qiongyu, who was immersed in memories.

The door was only half opened, Fang Xiaoya poked his head in first, looked at him pitifully, "Can you boil water for me?" He raised the bucket of noodles in his hand to his chin, "I want instant noodles."

"Your dinner?" Wei Qiongyu looked at his face and asked.

"Yes, I work overtime, and I don't know how to cook. Besides," Fang Xiaoya looked at the things still on the table, "Didn't you also buy a lot of noodles? Let's go together."

He opened the door and let Fang Xiaoya in, "You're so old, can't you boil water?"

"I'm not old, I'm still a kid!"

Wei Qiongyu plugged in the electric kettle, "Turn it on now, it will be fine in a while."

"Oh," Fang Xiaoya turned to the table, "Huh? You haven't put the photos in yet?" She took out the photo basket from the bag.

"I haven't had time to let it go yet." Wei Qiongyu walked over while wiping his hands with a paper towel.

"Huh? Then what are you doing for half an hour?"

"Read a book."

"Oh...then let me let you go?"

"Okay, in the bag, there is a photo album."

"Oh." She took out the photo album and looked through it.

No matter how the scenery changes, there will always be someone beside him, with long hair and shawls, big eyes, and a bright smile.

"Who is she?" Fang Xiaoya had a bad feeling.

"My girlfriend." As he said, Wei Qiongyu took out a group photo from the inside and looked at it.

"Then You live in this house, do you want to live with her?"

"No." Wei Qiongyu smiled wryly, took the frame and put the photo away.

"Break up? We broke up, right?" Fang Xiaoya pointed at his face with a sad expression, "Just by looking at this expression, you know we broke up, right?!"

Wei Qiongyu looked at her happy face, "Little friend, it's wrong to gloat over others' misfortune."

Fang Xiaoya's face turned red, "Wh, who is happy?!"

"You."

"Woo!" The boiling kettle yelled, and Wei Qiongyu put down the photo frame and walked to the kitchen.

Fang Xiaoya followed behind him, "Tell me, tell me, did you break up?"

"Do you know that you will be hated if you pester others to ask such questions?" Wei Qiongyu tore off the cover film of the bucket noodles and started to make noodles.

"Then..." Fang Xiaoya moved her face closer and blinked her eyes, "Then do you hate me?"

Seeing her like this, Wei Qiongyu couldn't help laughing.

"Look! You're not angry! So... it's a breakup, right?"

"Oh," he sighed, "Why do kids these days like to care about other people's privacy so much?"

"Oh, I just want to know!"

"It's not a breakup," Wei Qiongyu couldn't stand her soft words, and replied compromisingly, "It's just that we made different choices." He turned his head to look at Fang Xiaoya, "I don't really understand, at your age. "

"How can I understand if you don't tell me? Well, in exchange, you tell me the story of you and her, and I will tell you the story of my parents."

"Well, since you want to know so much."

The two of them sat cross-legged on the ground, and the other sat on the sofa, talking about stories while eating noodles.

"She and I have known each other since we were young. We went to school together, we were neighbors, our parents passed away very early, and we both liked to travel, so after graduating from university, we became backpackers and traveled while working. It was like this for a long time, and later , I'm tired, I don't want to drift like this anymore, I want to find a city I like to settle down, but she said that it is destined to be wandering. So we chose different ones and we diverged."

"You're regretting, aren't you?" Fang Xiaoya, who was sitting on the ground, looked up at his eyes that were about to cry.

"Ah? Why do you say that?"

"Your eyes are about to cry."

"Really?" He touched his eyes with his hand.

"Okay! Let me tell you the story of my parents. My parents met in middle school. They fell in love at first sight, and they fell in love at first sight. Then my mother got pregnant, and my father took her away. So until now, I Never met my grandparents, grandparents, let alone other relatives. My mother died of lymphoma cancer a few years after giving birth to me. So my dad looks so young, he is only older than me. OK That's it, it's over," she stood up and threw the fork into the noodle bucket, "I'm going back to do my homework!"

Rushing out the door, Fang Xiaoya didn't know why she felt so sad after hearing his and her story.