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Before I could finish sighing, Qianli suddenly grabbed my arm and stepped in front of me.

I remained calm and looked at her through the handle of the umbrella.

"Let's analyze it," she said.

"Analyze what?"

"Analyze, 'You like older than you' thing."

Her expression was extremely serious, so serious that I couldn't help but sneer in my heart. If she dared to say that I lack maternal love, I would definitely turn against her.I am also serious.

"First of all," she said solemnly, unaware of my inner determination, "old people have two characteristics, one is mature in mind, and the other is declining in physical function."

I was inexplicably relieved.But, my God, what the hell is a decline in physiological function?What the hell is this mode of answering big questions in the college entrance examination?Does Jane cutie want a ghost? !

Maybe it was because my expression was too terrified, Qianli slightly raised the corners of her mouth and smiled.This smile not only did not break her seriousness, but on the basis of this, added a sense of calmness to her.

"You like someone who is older than you. Surely it's not because she looks older than you, wrinkled and has more hair than you. She's older than you, dizzy, inconvenient, and accompanied by memory loss, right?" She used a questioning tone, but she didn't He didn't really want to hear my answer, so he came to his own conclusion in the next second, "What you like is her mature mind. But Murong, a person's mind is not determined by her age."

Although she used multiple derogatory words to slander the "older" thing in this passage, I just find it funny, is she trying to reason with me?Although what she said made a lot of sense, was she really trying to convince me theoretically?

"so?"

"Although I'm only 20 years old, but—"

"Are you 20 years old?" I looked her up and down and questioned her.

"I'm already a sophomore, Murong, with normal intelligence and no grade skipped. Do you have any other questions?"

"No more, you continue."

"Although I'm younger than you, I have a strong and independent personality, mature and steady in doing things, and a gentle and tolerant heart... What are you laughing at?"

"Aren't you making me laugh?" My expression must be very owed.

I thought she would refute me angrily, or ask me to listen carefully, but I never expected that she would give me a conniving smile at this time: "Although you are 26 years old, you are in front of Aunt Maizi. Don't you still look like a child?"

"My name is childlike innocence!" Is it tolerable or unbearable, "You are a big kid at most. Do you know the difference between the words 'children innocence' and 'childlike innocence'? The first is to describe For children, the second one can only be used on adults."

It is tantamount to playing tricks and humiliating oneself in front of me.She probably finally realized this problem, so she decisively put aside logic and began to argue with arguments.

"It doesn't matter! Anyway, in some respects, my mind is more mature than yours. In this way, if rounded up, my mind is more mature than yours. Rounded up again, I am the type you like!"

"Can it be rounded twice?"

She smirked: "It's up to people...to round up again at the end—"

I couldn't take it anymore, I pushed her away with one hand, and strode forward.

Unexpectedly, she took the hand that I pushed away from her, and stood still and pulled it back forcefully. I took two steps with difficulty, and she squatted on the ground and stopped moving!

I'm so funny and helpless, I can't move my hand, and I can't walk over to kick her, really—is it mature and stable?

"I haven't finished talking yet, Murong." In this posture, she could only look up at me, and she still held her hands tightly.

It's still raining, it's small, but it's so cold...why on earth are we standing outside talking in this weather?

I walked over and put an umbrella on top of her head, "Get up and talk."

She doesn't move.

"I know that I'm still a little far from the points I just said, but I'm younger than you. If you give me a little more time, I can become what you like."

I let her pull and looked at her condescendingly.She squatted at my feet, using this begging posture, but she didn't look pitiful at all.

I was curious: "Then what are you planning? When you become like that, I may be old. One day I will have more wrinkles than you, hair more than you, old age, dizzy eyes, inconvenient legs, and memory loss—"

"I don't mind!" she exclaimed suddenly.

I was speechless.

She continued enthusiastically, "I don't mind if you have white hair and many wrinkles, and I can read to you because you are old and dizzy and can't read books clearly. I can help you, carry you, and hug you. Your memory is fading. -"

"All right, all right!" I interrupted her, getting more and more outrageous. "I'm 6 years older than you, and if I have dementia, you won't be much better!"

"Well, it's only 6 years older, so it's not that bad, right?" The consonance of the last few words was very light and thin, finally revealing a little begging.

right?Yes, of course, age is not something worth mentioning.I said I like people who are older than me, but it's because the person I like happens to be older than me.

But I do like people with mature minds, but this is not the reason why I reject Qianli, I just didn't like her.She wasn't enough to get me out of the quagmire I'm in now.

"Get up," I tugged at her hand, "It's cold, I want to go home."

She stood up, I withdrew my hand, and walked home again. This time, I was not hindered by anything.

After walking for a short distance, the rain gradually thinned out, and the lines under the street lamps were clear and countable.Finally, there was an empty car passing by. I raised my hand and was about to stop it, but someone held my hand again...

"I'll walk downstairs with you, and I'll take a taxi at the gate of the community later, it's almost there," she said.

I glanced at her, noncommittal.But in fact, I was hesitating in my heart, because I felt that she had too much brains tonight, and there should be more terrifying things to say.

really.

"Murong, you said you have someone you like, but you are not together, why?"

She didn't look at me, but only looked at the road ahead, as if she was talking to herself, but also seemed to be stubbornly waiting for my answer.

I thought she was talking to herself.

"Because she doesn't like you, or because she doesn't know you like her?"

My heart trembled slightly as if someone had fiddled with it.I stopped unconsciously. Why is this road suddenly so long and can't finish it?

"What do you want to say?"

"you answer me first."

I turned around slowly and looked at her lightly.She raised her chin slightly, and met my gaze fearlessly, with a solemn expression, as if she was welcoming a storm.

I was silent, smiling and sighing in my heart, where is the storm in this season?There is only this kind now, gently and thinly, the clear and cold rain on the face, cutting continuously.

"Murong..."

I stared at her closely, and said softly word by word: "She doesn't like me, and she doesn't know that I like her."

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she lowered her eyes, "I'm sorry..."

It turns out that admitting this fact to others is not as embarrassing as I imagined. Maybe it's because I feel that the other party has the same disease as me subconsciously?I'm a little curious, how is she feeling at this moment?Sympathy, or chuckle?Sad, or proud?Is she going to take advantage of it, or is she startled by the death of the rabbit and the fox's sorrow?

But she never fails to surprise me.

She said: "Murong, I won't beg you to understand that kind of feeling that you can't get what you want to stay with me out of sympathy, and I won't shrink back because of your failure and choose to give up."

She said, "Because I'm different from you. You like her and I love you."

She said: "I know you are dismissive now, and I don't have the ability to convince you now. But please remember, one day I will make you believe it."

She said, "Let's go, aren't you cold?" Then she reached out and pulled the handle of the umbrella in my hand.

I let her pull, mechanically followed her footsteps.I never thought that in this emotional eloquence, I would be rendered speechless by her!

I do dismiss it.

But I probably won't forget either.

We walked the last distance in silence, and I walked into the eaves and handed her the umbrella.

She took it, smiled and said "I will be careful on the road!", then turned and disappeared into the night.