I didn't say anything all the way back. Xie Yongyan felt that she was too light-bulb, so He Yu sent her to a good place to take a taxi, and said that she would leave before the next appointment.

After Xie Yongyan got off the car, He Yu sighed, looked at the traffic light ahead, and asked Liu Ci: "Are you hungry?"

It's time for dinner.

Liu Ci lowered his head, the phone in his hand turned around and shook his head.

He Yu: "But I'm hungry. Look at the phone to find a restaurant and I'll drive over."

She didn't mention anything else, but Liu Ci knew that He Yu still understood.

In fact, she finally understood that it should be used. She had been looking forward to it for many years, but when this moment really came, she felt heavy.

The glance He Yu glanced at her when he left in the ward almost made Liu Ci think he saw a stranger.

It turned out that He Yu understood that she didn't need to say it outright. At that time, all three of them were present. Through Lian Xiaoli's hostility and Liu Ci's reluctance, He Yu suddenly understood.

It was not uncommon to have such a scene back then, but she hadn't seen it, but she hadn't experienced a see-saw for several years at that time.

It was completely dark, and outside the car window was a brightly lit city, their childhood colony, a place that turned overwhelming after rapid development.

Liu Ci walked through the flyover more than once. There was the largest bookstore in city b at the crossroads. In summer, with the air conditioner on, He Yu would go with Liu Ci. It was an afternoon when he went there.

After the earth-shaking, you can still find the old shadows left in the memory.

Liu Ci didn't dare to speak, for she was afraid that He Yu, who was somewhat abnormal at the moment, would be alarmed. Her instinct told her that He Yu's emotions had almost reached a critical point.

If it was fifteen-year-old He Yu, he might go out and ride a bicycle. He would ride until he was panting, sweating profusely, and his tears were blown dry by the wind, and then it would pass.

But now He Yu has long since escaped from the childishness of the year. You will always see her splendor, but you can't see the haze she deliberately hides.

"did you find it?"

He Yu knew that Liu Ci didn't look for it anymore, she just had nothing to look for, and she already knew where to eat.

Although there is no appetite.

When they were young, they could sit down and chat, and if they had the money, they could eat and talk together.

Eating is not an essential element of chatting, but growing up is different. People's time is squeezed again and again, as if only eating time can be occupied.

Pure conversations between friends are hard to come by.

She found a Chuan Chuan Xiang and opened it behind a supermarket with a chain hotel on top, and the parking lot below was full of buses.

There were quite a few people in this shop. He Yu got out of the car and asked Liu Ci to wait first. She went to see if there was a place.

After a while she came, and Liu Ci got out of the car with her.

The two of them walked in tandem, and the spiciness of the shop surface as soon as the glass door was pushed. The boss was quite old and his beard was white. He Yu ordered a mandarin duck pot and scanned the code for Liu Ci to order.

Liu Ci held her mobile phone, He Yu propped his face with one hand, in a daze.

It was too difficult for them to be embarrassed in an awkward and not awkward atmosphere.

"It's finished."

Liu Ci returned the phone to He Yu. The room was warm and warm. He Yu took off her coat, which was a round-necked sweater. She put the coat aside, ordered a few by herself, and placed an order.

The bottom of the pot is the bottom of the pot first. Yuanyang pot white soup and red soup are distinct, and they are scorching hot. There are several high school students next to each other, chattering and laughing from time to time.

On the ground like skewers, He Yu first laid down her hairy belly and stuffed it into the hot red soup. She put down the skewers and said, "Am I stupid?"

Liu Ci pinched a bunch of beef tenderloin, before putting it in the red soup, his hand shook, and the stick rushed into the white soup.

"No."

He Yu laughed, "You obviously think so."

The surroundings are too noisy, and their speech can easily be overwhelmed.

After He Yu opened Fanta, she put the straw in and pushed it in front of Liu Ci.

Liu Ci took it and shook his head, "I've never felt that way before."

He Yu asked again: "Then do you hate me?"

They are sitting by the window. Every deck of this Chuan Chuan Xiang is blocked by a tall shelf. You vaguely know how old the group is next to you, but you can't see the face clearly. The voices are all wave after wave. .

Liu's words: "...don't hate."

He Yu looked at the tumbling mandarin duck pot and took a sip of Fanta, "Hate it, don't pretend, you've always held grudges since childhood."

Liu Ci: "That's you."

He Yu: "I'll be fine after a fight, you are holding it back."

Fanta was very ice, water droplets on the can, He Yu squeezed it, swallowed a sip of soda, the cheeks were sore by the ice, and the person was still awake a lot.

"If I never find out, are you planning to hold it forever?"

Liu Ci shook her head, she was wearing contact lenses, and He Yute picked the side that wouldn't smoke for her to sit on.

"I have no idea."

Her coat was also taken off, and inside was a navy blue mixed with white sweater, which made her look more civilized. Liu Ci has a sharp and simple whole body, no different from He Yu's angular gentleness.

They are opposites to each other, and in a sense their temperament has reached a subtle unity.

At this moment, the soda in her palm iced her heart, like a stone suddenly hitting her head, she didn't know how to face it for a while.

She came back, in addition to He Yu, but also to end.

Being alive is really a torture for her, and she hopes she can take a good look at this person before she dies.

There are enough regrets in life. People who like her don't know that it is a pity that she likes it. It is a pity that her parents are not both. But she still underestimates the surging of the suppressed liking at the moment of meeting.

She couldn't bear it.

So jealousy, hatred, and curiosity... The emotions that were locked up then came out, and actually overwhelmed her mother's torture, but still kept her awake at night.

She obviously lives under the same roof with He Yu, but she is still uneasy.

Whether to let He Yu know or not, Liu Ci has considered many times, and she almost blurted out the fragility in the middle of the night, but only gave a somewhat naive reason.

The sentence I love you still failed to say.

He Yu knew what could be done. If she liked me too, she would have noticed it a long time ago. To put it bluntly, she is still a unrequited lover. Over the years, she has never changed.

Faxiao is different from ordinary friends. There are so many pasts worth looking back at, so that once the face is torn, there is no room for change.

She broke with He Yu once, she unilaterally, that time was mixed with the childishness and anger of a teenager.

And if it breaks again this time, it will really be old-fashioned, too ugly.

Liu Ci had the mentality of a big deal at first, but after getting along with He Yu for a long time, he became more and more unable to make a decision.

It's too difficult. She can make decisions in a lot of things in an instant. Only in matters related to He Yu, once recklessly, she can only hesitate for the rest of her life.

"Sometimes you don't know."

He Yu laughed. She picked up the boiled hairy belly. One bite made her cough so hot that her lips were red when she drank the soda.

"So sad for so many years, right?"

He Yu finished coughing, and said something like this.

She held her face and looked at Liu Ci, and at Liu Ci's thin to pointy chin, she had the impression that this guy was still a small beanie when he had a round face.

She has never liked anyone before, but there is no explicit stipulation that she will not understand this feeling if she has not liked it. There are rash men who engage in art, but most of them are sensitive, and the most passionate are the minority and the majority.

The prolonged liking in the work will produce strong empathy after being rendered, but He Yu thinks that Liu Ci has spent so many years in that mood, and she feels sad.

It's too hard to feel empathy, but she and Liu Ci grew up together, and too many feelings were trapped in the time of growing together, but it didn't seem difficult anymore.

And it was him who made Liu Ci sad.

If it's someone else, she can beat and curse people like before, and find a group of people to confront her.

But how could it be me.

He Yu's eyes were a little guilty, Liu Ci looked at each other for a few seconds before turning away, and couldn't stand the pulse.

She thought that He Yu would ask why he would ask why he left and even the conflict between Lian Xiaoli and her.

But He Yu didn't even ask.

With just such a sentence, Liu Ci was about to cry.

This is too hard to bear.

He Yu took a piece of paper and handed it to her, "Don't cry, contact lenses will fall."

Liu Ci: "You provoke me."

He Yu: "It's my fault."

Liu Ci: "But you are right."

He Yu: "That's too spicy hot pot."

It was really spicy, so spicy that He Yu's eyes were sore. She felt sorry for Liu Ci for so many years of conditioned reflex, just like her ex-boyfriend who had failed her when she heard Liu Ci talk about Liu Ci.

But thinking about it now, maybe Liu Ci hastily wanted to set aside the rest of his life and put this feeling on hold.

The other party didn't go where frankly, everyone was wrong.

Right or wrong in love is too difficult to measure with correct values. Of course, He Yu is partial to Liu Ci.

On the other hand, she was at a loss.

It is not uncommon for her to be liked by a girl. It can be said that from the beginning of Lian Xiaoli, her life seemed to be taken to another road inexplicably.

The same-sex eyes are more.

This is a passive acceptance.

She refused Lian Xiaoli's refusal to be categorical, but she was concerned about the tragic experience of the other party, so that it dragged on for several years, and finally ended in an ugly situation.

So if you don't want to accept it, you can't have any sympathy. It's better to be cruel.

But the other party is Liu Ci.

It was the willow poem that she kept in her heart since she was a child. She introduced countless individuals and bragged to countless people that I wanted to protect forever.

Shen Yougan said, "You are a woman."

He Yu said: "Women are not good, then you are not allowed to blow bubbles."

Apart from gender stereotypes, her heart to protect Liu Ci will not be shaken at all.

"He Yu, don't be embarrassed."

Liu Ci went to get the contact lenses, and put on her glasses when he came back.

Her eyes are red, and two crying people, when they grow up together, they can't help crying.

She said this very lightly.

He Yu: "I'm quite embarrassed."

She handed a bunch of chicken gizzards to Liu Ci, "But it's not too difficult for you."

She sighed, "I won't ask anything else, do you want to fall in love with me?"

There is no need to ask a lot of questions. For example, what do you like me about? For example, did you leave for this reason? For example, do you still like me? Are you coming back for me?

He Yu sometimes has a tendon and sometimes has an exquisite heart.

Maybe I used to cover up the seven orifices in Liu's poems before, but at this time it suddenly got through, but there was a feeling of seeing the bright moon aside from the dark clouds.

Liu Ci was taken aback, and the chicken gizzards that had been bitten into the bowl fell into the bowl, her lips were covered with sauce, she raised her eyes hastily at He Yu and then quickly bowed her head.

Hurriedly said—

"I... can't think about it."

The author has something to say: After writing this article, I feel that no one likes He Yu?

I personally like it very much. She is actually the most tolerant. Before, a girl said that she was not set up.

In fact, it’s because her most tense things are suppressed, alas, it’s basically in the second half.

I feel that it’s boring to write here and discuss it. Let’s do it yourself.