My Darling

Chapter 3: The unknown little first love (verse 2)

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"Huh?" He pretended to be stupid at first sight, reached out and flipped through the refrigerator, completely forgetting what she was going to flip.

Resolutely pressed to hang up, and did not give Tong Fei a chance to speak again.

Behind her, Xian Bian Lin turned her side at the same time, put her hand out, and drew a bottle of grapefruit juice from the small compartment on the second floor of the freezer and stuffed it into her arms. This is her favorite drink.

Muttering thank you when I first saw him, his eyes crossed.

She swears, he must have heard...

In fact, there is definitely no such thing.

However, she still thought of something she shouldn't have thought of.

That year, two people crossed the river by ferry. Many people, including motorcycles and bicycles, were pushed up. She and him were squeezed into the corner, separated from their parents and his father. Just when she was nervous about whether the new cotton clothes would be dirty by the wheel on the right, he was unsuspectingly obscured. The feeling at the time... Lips were wet and bitten...

At first sight, he put the grapefruit juice back, drew out the carrot juice he hated the most, and left.

She didn't leave the room all night.

At the dawn of the next day, parents said that they would go back to Hangzhou to sweep the grandfather's grave. She turned over and wanted to continue to sleep, but she was dragged up by her mother and told her that there was chicken soup in the kitchen.

By the way, I also told her that the border forest was leaving by plane in the afternoon, and no one cooked for him at noon. He wanted to make the chicken soup hot and call him over and drink them together.

"No, you can send it over now. Give it to him. I won't drink it." She protested.

Mom and Dad began to say that she was ignorant. Speaking of her begging for mercy, she finally left.

As a result, she slept more than ten o'clock in the first night, rolled up, and rubbed a pile of dirty clothes out of the bedroom. There was already a tall figure in the kitchen, washing her face with cold water.

The hot chicken soup was placed on the small bar.

The TV is turned on, the sound is very small, and the replay of the sound is being played. It happens to be that Naying was singing the blue and white porcelain of Jay Chou at the opening: The sky is waiting for the rain and I am waiting for you, the smoke is rising across the river for thousands of miles...

"My mother gave you the key?" She was on the verge of collapse in this softly low voice.

He took a handful of cold water in both hands and threw it on his face.

The power was too strong, and the splashing water made him all over him, as well as on his black sports trousers.

"Drink while it's hot, I changed the flight, and I'm leaving now." Lin Bianlin straightened up, the water on his face dripped down his chin, he wiped off most of it casually, and he didn't seem to want to look at her directly.

Picking up the sports coat from the sofa, before leaving, put her house key on the shoe cabinet.

When I first saw the door being hit, it was very inexplicable.

She stuffed the dirty clothes into the balcony washing machine, and then saw the translucent garbage bag in the corner of the balcony, stuffed, uh, stuffed with her favorite set of Blythe dolls, every year, various limited editions, and Paper boxes.

I haven't opened this box before, so I don't know what it contains.

She stared blankly at the contents of the trash bag, and the guilt that had been in her heart for many years deepened.

This is before going to Macau, on her birthday, the border forest has sent someone to her home.

She signed the order, and my mother asked who sent it. Except for her and Jianbianlin, the family around her didn't know what happened back then, so she didn't tell the truth, so she said it was sent by a person who didn't feel it, and then casually turned a trash bag and put it in. It's okay to throw it away.

But she was in a hurry to pack her things and left, and she forgot.

I remember when I left, my mother was still muttering: "No matter who it is, it is also a heartfelt heart. It is a pity to throw it away, it is a pity."

As a result, the confused mother really didn't throw it away.

As a result, the victim was able to see it.

Hey hey, hey.

At first sight, I continued to feel guilty for a while, drank two sips of soup, hurriedly packed up, squatted by the door before going out, stared at the bag, hesitated for a few seconds, picked it up, and went out.

did not expect,

He hasn't left in the corridor.

This time it's over.

She walked out carrying the bag with her own hands and couldn't stop her. Even if she faced ordinary people who liked herself and hadn't gotten along with them for so many years, she felt that it was insulting to throw away the birthday present from the other party in person. What's more, the two have known each other for more than twenty years.

Checking Bianlin's thin and tall figure of eighty-eight meters, leaning against her within five steps of her, turned his head and put his elbows against the wall and stood up straight. From the moment she stepped out of the house, he was frowning slightly and looked at her silently.

I was a little flustered at first sight, and pointed to the door of the house he rented: "I don't want to throw it away, I want to... give it back to you."

There are two houses in this building. I saw my mother rent it out for Jianbianlin for the first time. It was quiet. He was usually not there and was not noisy. It was a high-end community and it was safe.

But now comes the shortcomings.

At this time, apart from him and himself, it is impossible for outsiders to appear, even if passers-by take their heads to break this deadlock.

The more prosecutor Lin said nothing, the more sweat he first saw.

But the community is still so quiet.

Obviously the glass windows in the corridor were open, but there was no sound except for the shadows of the trees that came and went.

She didn't know where to borrow courage, and finally muttered, saying what she had pressed in her heart for years: Can you... Stop liking me

The figure blocking the corridor paused for a long time and walked over.

When I first saw it, I felt that maybe, maybe it was not the right time to say it, and when I was carrying someone’s gift to throw it away, I said, really, really not very authentic: "Look, that’s all since I was a child, and I didn’t say it at the beginning. It was my fault to be clear, but I also made it clear later. We are all so big, and I think if you don’t say it, it implies that you understand..."

He blocked all the natural light projected from the corridor window, and interrupted her by lowering his head.

"can not."