Jiang Fuyue was puzzled, with doubts in his eyes.
What is he doing next
But he saw that the man had already circled the front of the car and stood in front of her.
The night wind blew gently, blowing a few strands of hair on his forehead.
The pitch-black pupils seem to be darker than the night.
"Jiang Fuyue," he called her name, with a trace of solemnity and seriousness between his brows and eyes, "are you avoiding me?"
"... huh?" The girl was stunned.
She hides from him
"Have it?"
Xie Dingyuan: "No?"
Jiang Fuyue shook her head and told the truth: "No."
He seemed to be relieved, and he seemed to be more tense, his back straightened, his muscles tensed—
"you… "
Jiang Fuyue: "?"
"Any thoughts?"
"What do you think?" The girl's clear eyes were suddenly confused.
A hint of embarrassment flashed across the man's eyes: "Last time, what I said..." His Adam's apple rolled slightly, "Haven't you thought about it? Or do you have anything to say?"
"Oh, you said you liked me..."
The moment the word "Like" came out, Xie Dingyuan's pupils suddenly became gloomy, like two bottomless vortexes, with black waves surging inside, and the girl would be swept away in the next second.
"Yes, I said it." He paused every word.
The moment each word is exported is also the moment when he faces his heart directly.
That kind of panic and bewilderment, strangeness and hope is a novel experience that Xie Dingyuan has never had in his nearly thirty years of life.
that feeling is like...
An experimental container that runs according to the rules, suddenly one day the program is messed up, and it starts to run irregularly, and the solution inside overflows, which is completely uncontrollable...
The switch valve is in the hands of the girl in front of her.
But she didn't notice it at all, her eyes were still so clear and unconfuse, compared to his confusion and fascination, I don't know how many times calmer.
This cognition made Xie Dingyuan's whole heart ache.
Unresponsive frustration is like an exhausting experiment that fails to produce results.
He has not tasted such a taste for many years.
"I haven't thought about it." Jiang Fuyue said.
The man looked at her, not letting go of any expression on the girl's face.
"Didn't you say you don't want my response?" Then what are you doing now
Xie Dingyuan was dumb.
Jiang Fuyue blinked, waiting for his response.
"Yes, I can't sit still." Admitting is not as difficult as imagined.
"But I still give the same answer—I don't accept it, what should I do?" The girl looked innocent, with a hint of cunning in her eyes.
It will disappear soon.
But he laughed in a low voice, without any irritation or frustration: "Well, I see."
"What are you happy about?"
"If you haven't reached the final step, it doesn't mean that the experiment failed. I'm very glad that there is still a possibility to continue. Maybe the result proves that I am right?"
Jiang Fuyue reminded him: "It may be wrong. At that time, your time and energy have been spent, but you will not get any return. Is it worth it?"
"The road to exploring science is rough, how can it be smooth to pursue you? In this world, equal efforts do not equal rewards. I understood this truth a long time ago."
When he is not smiling, he is like an iceberg, so cold and emotionless.
But when you show your face at first glance, it seems that the spring grass is suddenly green, and you are full of energy.
"Okay," Jiang Fuyue nodded, "Then you can chase."
Anyway, she doesn't guarantee that there will be a result.
After speaking, he went home briskly.
The man stared at her back as he walked away, and the smile on the corner of his mouth grew wider and wider until it filled the corners of his eyes and brows.
…
What happened that night did not affect Jiang Fuyue, and she went to school as usual the next day.
Zhong Ziang was miserable. He was called up early in the morning, dizzy, and his head was swollen.
Mama Liu reminded me nicely: "Young master, if you don't wash up, you will be late."
"Please ask me for a leave of absence. I won't go to class today." After finishing speaking, he fell back on the bed without bones.
"No, sir, even if you are pulled, you will be dragged up, and if you are thrown, you will be thrown into the school."
Zhong Ziang: "?"
"My uncle really said that?"
Mama Liu nodded: "The original words."
"Did he take the wrong medicine?!"
Liu Ma: "..." I can't answer that.
Zhong Ziang beeped and changed clothes, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and then went downstairs with sore hands and feet, and saw Lin Shumo and his old uncle sitting at the dining table, ready to have breakfast.
He walked over and sat down listlessly.
Lin Shumo: "Are you okay? Is it so serious?"
"No... We both drank it, why do you seem to have no aftereffects at all?"
"No matter how high the degree is, it's just beer. After taking anti-alcoholic medicine, it will be fine after a night of sleep, aren't you?"
Zhong Ziang: "Anti-alcoholic medicine? Have you taken it?"
"Yeah, didn't you eat the food you came back last night?"
"Have I eaten?" Zhong Ziang was confused, "I'm so confused now, I can't remember at all, did I eat or not..."
"I've taken them all, and you must have taken them too. Besides, there are still leftover pills on the coffee table in the living room. It's impossible not to give them to you."
"Oh, that's fine..." But the head really hurts, it feels like it's about to split.
Hearing this, Xie Dingyuan started to eat breakfast calmly without saying a word.
On the other hand, Mama Liu's eyes flashed with anxiety, and she couldn't help looking at Mr. Xie from the corner of her eye.
She fed Young Master Lin's hangover medicine last night, but when it was the young master's turn, the husband suddenly said that he should not be bothered.
Mama Liu said:
what can she do Just do it.
so…
Zhong Ziang really didn't eat.
It's not surprising to have a headache...
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Three watches, two thousand words.