Two slow-moving people fall in love

"I thought you would eat saltier food." Han Xuan said.

Because of the vegetarian restaurant, this restaurant does not have as many customers as the nearby ones, and the occasional human voice is all blocked outside the screen.

A natural little world.

Ye Yunyi smiled: "Because I'm from Beicheng?"

He explained: "My grandmother's home is in Yunwu, and I lived there until I was ten years old."

"Yunwu?" Han Xuan was a little surprised: "Yunwu and Jiang Xia are next to each other...it's such a coincidence!"

"Yes, but I haven't spoken Yunwu dialect in Beicheng for more than ten years, and I can't speak it well now."

Ye Yunyi picked up the pot and refilled him with a cup of tea, "Be careful it's hot."

"Look, mom, it's snowing outside again!" A child shouted happily outside the screen.

They turned their heads at the same time and looked out the window together.

They sat by the window on the second floor, with crowds of people at their feet. The street trees had long been bald, and the colorful lights wrapped around the branches were flickering, illuminating the snowflakes curling in the air.

Han Xuan stared at the erratic piece, and his voice softened: "Before I came to Beicheng, I have never seen so much snow, um... It seems like I don't need money."

"...No, I don't want money in the first place."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Ye Yunyi, and the two looked at each other for a moment, then laughed at the same time.

It's really strange, he thought, although he was obviously not good at and didn't like socializing, but from the very beginning when he met Ye Yunyi, he felt relaxed for no reason, he didn't have to worry about being offended, and he didn't have to worry about the awkward situation—no matter what he said, he Always seems to understand himself.

There was a strange feeling in Han Xuan's heart, which was fleeting, and he had no time to grasp it.

The dishes were put on the table one by one, and Ye Yunyi put a bowl of soup in front of him, signaling him to drink it while it was hot.

The bowl was six-tenths full, and the handle of the spoon was facing him, and the soup in the bowl was steaming.

After the heat, the person who served the soup was smiling at him, his eyes focused on his eyes.

Later, when Han Xuan recalled that day, he only remembered that everything he experienced was very unreal, only the eyes that were polished by the heat remained clearly in his memory.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, accompanied by the unique strong wind in Beicheng.Knowing that Han Xuan didn't bring an umbrella, Ye Yunyi insisted on sending him downstairs in the dormitory, and urged him to go upstairs before leaving.

The dormitory was deserted as soon as the holidays were over. Han Xuan opened the drawer and found a small blue biscuit box from the bottom - it was a brand that almost every family would buy during the Chinese New Year - because it had been too long, the surface of the box The paint has been mottled and peeled off, revealing the silver iron sheet underneath, and the cover is also a little uneven.

He opened it carefully, tidied up a small space, and carefully placed the signed brochure in it.

Tomorrow, he had to get up early to practice dancing. Han Xuan washed up early, turned off the lights and went to bed just after nine o'clock, and sent Ye Yunyi a message in the dark.

Han Xuan: 【Thank you very much today. 】

Ye Yunyi had just parked the car, opened the door cautiously, stood at the entrance and replied that you are welcome.

Han Xuan: 【Are you home yet? 】

Ye Yunyi glanced at Mother Ye who was sitting in the living room watching TV, and tiptoed upstairs: [Just entered the door, and was walking upstairs quietly. 】

As soon as he sent the message, he heard a voice from downstairs: "Mister is back?"

"..." Ye Yunyi turned around helplessly, and replied as she went downstairs: "I just came back."

Aunt Lan stepped forward and asked, "Sir, do you want some supper? I'll do it now, soon."

"Don't worry, you should go to bed earlier."

"Ayi is back," Ye Mu stood in the living room and waved to him: "Come here quickly."

Ye Yunyi responded, and was held by Ye Mu and sat down: "How is it?"

Ye Yunyi said: "It's pretty nice."

Mother Ye laughed immediately: "I really like it?"

Ye Yunyi thought for a while: "It's not bad."

"Why is it 'okay'?" Mother Ye was a little anxious: "I heard from Xiao Zhong, don't you like him very much? Can't we talk?"

Ye Yunyi was taken aback, then smiled: "You mean Han Xuan."

"Yeah, didn't you go with him today?"

"I thought you were talking about acting...then I'm going to answer it again." He paused, "He's very nice, and I like it very much."

Han Xuan swiped Weibo twice, but Ye Yunyi still didn't reply. He thought that he might be caught up in something, so he planned to send a good night and go to bed first.

As soon as I typed, the phone vibrated.

Ye Yunyi: [Sorry, I was stopped by my mother just now. 】

Ye Yunyi: [Actually, I should have told you in advance today, but I was worried that you would be embarrassed to come if you found out, so I didn't tell you in advance. 】

Han Xuan actually felt a little sleepy, and after thinking for a while, he realized that he was talking about being friends with Limon, so he replied that it didn't matter.

[Although you guessed it right, today is really a big surprise, so I still want to thank you. 】He said.

When Ye Yunyi mentioned it, he couldn't help but began to recall this afternoon's fantastic experience.

At first he was too excited to see his idol, but when he calmed down, he thought of a detail.

——There was a sentence that was interrupted by Ye Yunyi before Limon finished speaking.

Limon said that Ye Yunyi often mentioned herself to him.

"He's seen all your..."

all... what?

Han Xuan was replying to Ye Yunyi's WeChat, until he said goodnight to him, and the sleepiness that disappeared could not be reunited.

The moonlight fell on the window sill, covering a small pot of verdant green plants by the window.

He suddenly remembered that Ye Yunyi had praised his dancing on the way back to school for the first time.

What was his reaction?

The teachers and classmates around him often praised him for his good dancing, but he didn't bother to tell how much of it was sincere and what was just polite, so he thanked and accepted them all.

So when he heard Ye Yunyi say that he danced very well and that he "liked it very much", he also said thank you in the same way.

But he didn't expect that this person would mention himself again and again in front of his friends, he would find all his performance videos to watch carefully from places he didn't know, and even match up when he didn't know, helping him realize the dream he had been doing all along. wish.

When Han Xuan was young, he went to the north alone, met all kinds of people, and experienced all kinds of indifference and discrimination.At the beginning, he always thought that sincerity could be exchanged for sincerity, so he could not avoid being hurt a lot. Gradually, he put away his sincerity, only focused on learning, and unilaterally cut off unnecessary contact with the outside world.

On the one hand, he desires to care, but on the other hand, he is afraid of being hurt, and his heart becomes more and more closed in the entanglement.

Ye Yunyi appeared at this moment.

This person, he said that he likes his performance very much, so he really watched all his performances, chatted and got along with him, and he could not feel his care all the time-that is the care that really puts people in his heart.

He seemed like everyone else, yet unlike anyone else.

Perhaps in the dead of night, he would really think more. Han Xuan stared at the moonlight on the window sill, and suddenly had a ridiculous guess——

Ye Yun liked him, had he already been paying attention to him?

Before they met, before they met, before everything started, he had been silently watching himself.

He shook his head, knowing how absurd the idea was, he still couldn't help thinking about it, and a familiar feeling surged in his heart.

That feeling had flashed by during dinner, but at this moment he finally grasped it and was able to experience it carefully.

... It's like drinking a cup of hot water mixed with a few drops of honey, warm and ironed, with a hint of sweetness.

It's a pity that there is too little honey, and the sweetness is gone, so light that it seems like an illusion.

Han Xuan had never felt such a feeling before, and he couldn't figure it out after thinking for a long time. After all, he was tired all day, and when he thought about it, he felt drowsy, dragging him into a dream.

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