she misses me

Shu Liang felt a little baffled by the sudden topic.

She didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this question, or that it had any other hints.

Shu Liang really forgot that when she was young, she made too many unreliable promises to too many people, and many of her words were made up on the spur of the moment, and she forgot them after thinking about them.

If it is a sin to be young and casual, then maybe Song Zhen is one of the many sins she committed-and only one of them.

So she would not know what kind of mood Song Zhen was in when she asked this sentence.

After going through this question in her mind, she said speculatively, "Probably lonely and helpless." As she spoke, she picked up a piece of freshly blanched beef from the bowl and stuffed it into her mouth. Of course it was her Guess, she has never had a terminal illness, so how could she know what it feels like to be terminally ill.

"After all, I have never had a terminal illness, and I don't know." Shu Liang pursed her lips, and let out a soft sound to express her helplessness.

She has been healthy since she was a child, and she rarely even has a cold or fever.

Of course, this also has to be that her parents gave birth to a healthy and healthy girl.

Shu Liang felt that such conditions as hers would be very popular in the blind date market. She even thought of a blind date advertisement for herself: Le Chengdong is a big flower, has a house, a car and deposits, is in good health and has no serious diseases. Don't miss it when you pass by!

She was thinking this way and that, distracted, but the person across the table pulled her back with a word.

"I used to have a friend who told me that she was terminally ill and had to go to a distant place to see a doctor..." Song Zhen continued to add vegetables to the hot pot as if nothing had happened, while continuing to deepen the previous topic.

She purposely paused at this place, and then looked up to observe Shu Liang's expression - she saw that the other party was still eating meat, eating happily, even after picking up the last piece of beef in the hot pot, she raised her hand He waved to the waiter not far away: "Hello, add two more beef rolls!"

Song Zhen:...

After calling the waiter, Shu Liang turned her head to ask the person across the table, "Do you want to add something else?"

"I think you are quite thin, you can eat more. The ingredients in this store are very fresh."

"Hair belly?"

"Would you like Niu Baiye? It's delicious!"

"Shrimp slippery can also have a name in the hot pot."

As soon as Shu Liang talked about food, she couldn't stop, and introduced the dishes of this restaurant to Song Zhen, a foreigner, with great interest, like a few treasures.

Faced with such enthusiasm, Song Zhen quickly waved his hand to refuse, and the smile on his face gradually became unrestrained: "No need, I feel a little full."

She really doesn't look like a very edible person, does she?

It was the first time for her to be so speechless to a person. She suspected that the other party was not listening to her speech seriously. Song Zhen even wondered whether her experience in Hangzhou was just imagined because of her too much pressure at that time.

In fact, she and Shu Liang never met, and Shu Liang never gave her sketching lessons.

Or is she looking for the wrong person completely, and the two people just have the same name and surname?

Thinking of this, the person on the opposite side seemed to suddenly remember something after the waiter left: "That's right!"

"You haven't finished the story just now. Your friend went to a far away place for treatment, and then?" Shu Liang felt a little belatedly: "Did she recover in the end?"

It should be fine, right?

Everyone likes a happy ending with a happy reunion, and Shu Liang is no exception.

Especially as she grows older these years, she doesn't like to experience things like life and death. She used to think it was nothing, but now she feels that "life and death" can make her sad for a long time no matter what it is.

Her heart softened, not because of anyone, but because of time.

So she stopped eating, propped her head up and looked at Song Zhen, wishing to know the final outcome of this 'friend'.

Song Zhen also looked at her.

The two looked at each other for two seconds, and Shu Liang saw that the man opened and closed his red lips slightly, and then spit out two words without any emotion: "Dead."

Hearing this answer, Shu Liang couldn't help pinching her lips with her hand supporting her head, her eyes showed a rather surprised expression.

"Really dead... no, passed away?"

Can't!Why is she so disbelieving?

Seeing Song Zhen's understatement, Shu Liang felt that this matter must not be true.How can anyone talk about the life and death of his good friend so lightly, not to mention being disrespectful to the deceased, since he is a friend, how can he not feel sad when talking about this matter.

Unless... Song Zhen really has no feelings!

Of course, this is just Shu Liang's guess, maybe this person just told herself a cold joke.

Song Zhen took all the changes in the expressions on the faces of the people sitting across the table into his eyes. While wondering that the other person's emotions were so emotional and changeable, he also opened his mouth to explain the whole story in more detail.

"When my friend left, she said that she would come back to see me after she was cured, but there was no news after that. I think she must have died."

At the beginning, the sketch teacher answered his own sentence: dead.

Song Zhen believed it was true.

It took a long time before she found out that the sketch teacher and Shu Liang were in a relationship, and the answer of "dead" was only derived from a saying recognized by contemporary young people: the predecessors are all dead.

Song Zhen, who learned the truth afterwards, couldn't laugh or cry at this statement.

Since the matter involved some dusty memories and not-so-good memories, Song Zhen's tone of speech was no longer as relaxed as before, and the words came out of his mouth with a hint of blunt suffocation.

Obviously the culprit is right in front of your eyes, but you can't vent your grievances in your heart, and you have to hide them carefully.. What could be more aggrieved than this?

The liveliness of the hot pot restaurant seemed a bit out of place with the two people on the table.

Even Shu Liang, who was a little nervous at the moment, felt something different from it.

It is a special perception between women and women.

Intuition told Shu Liang that the 'friend' the other party spoke of was definitely not a simple ordinary friend.How could an ordinary friend cause a girl's mood to fluctuate so much all of a sudden, just to narrate the incident.

This is definitely not a fabricated false story, but a true story.

Detective Shu Liang is online again!

After leaving, no one can be found anymore, which means that the two people are not familiar with each other, and it is possible that they just met by chance, and it can make a girl have such a big mood swing when talking about it—there is only one truth.

Based on her own analysis, Shu Liang cautiously and tentatively asked a word.There was a little pity and sympathy in her eyes, and even her tone of voice softened a little, trying to make the other person feel more comfortable and less sad: "Did you... meet some scum who cheated money and sex?" Male?"

The author has something to say: There is no scumbag man, but there is a scumbag woman.