To be honest, Jiang Xiaozhen regretted confessing to He Yu.
There are a lot of messy emotions piled up in her heart, and real life is too busy for her to deal with them.
Therefore, their most immediate effect on her was loss of appetite.
She eats three meals a day, cucumber, lettuce and tomato.
When her stomach growled with hunger, Jiang Xiaozhen would take out the mirror she carried with her.
Looking at her fat face, she lost her appetite at all.
"He Yu, I love you."
"Can you wait for me for a while?"
"I, Jiang Xiaozhen, will become beautiful and become a big beauty."
Working day and night to earn money, Jiang Xiaozhen let those voices play in her mind on a loop.
Asking him to wait for her and become a big beauty is what she said.
Does Jiang Xiaozhen believe it? She has to believe it or not.
Since she no longer needs to go to restaurants to eat, Jiang Xiaozhen has not met He Yu recently.
He Yu seemed to have misunderstood something, and called her to ask her why she was avoiding him recently
Jiang Xiaozhen explained to him that she was busy, she was really busy.
Part-time work and part-study have left her with no time to spare.
Now, in order to look good, Jiang Xiaozhen starts exercising and goes out for cycling and jogging every morning and evening.
Regarding the latter point, she did not tell He Yu.
Later, He Yu sent her several text messages.
He asked her out several times in a row, and Jiang Xiaozhen also happened to be busy.
As if angry with her, He Yu's reply to her text messages became shorter and shorter.
Therefore, even if they didn't meet each other, both of them noticed that the atmosphere between them became awkward.
One day, at two or three o'clock in the morning, Jiang Xiaozhen was awakened by the vibrating sound of her mobile phone.
Opening her eyes in a daze, she saw a text message from He Yu.
[Can]
The text message has no beginning or end, just these two words.
Jiang Xiaozhen yawned and got up to read their previous text messages. The last text message he sent was asking her if she wanted Mala Tang. She replied that she couldn't go because she was a tutor that day, so he stopped replying.
The newsletter is from a week ago...
He Yu's reply to the message was really fast, did he just now remember that she couldn't keep the appointment
Jiang Xiaozhen turned off the phone angrily.
The next day, when she got up early to go for a morning jog, she ran into He Yu, who was downstairs in the girls' dormitory building, carrying soybean milk and fried dough sticks.
He didn't seem to have slept well, leaning against the electric pole, staring blankly at the closed gate exit of the girls' dormitory.
It was too early, and the door hadn't opened yet, so Jiang Xiaozhen came out through the back door.
Seeing him, she had no reason not to say hello.
"Who are you waiting for?" She patted him from behind.
"ah?"
He Yu was a little too late to realize that it was her.
Turning to face Jiang Xiaozhen, he faltered: "I..."
Suddenly, he widened his eyes and looked at Jiang Xiaozhen: "Have you lost weight?"
Jiang Xiaozhen loves to hear these words, she lost weight for two months just because of this sentence.
"Hahaha, probably."
Shifting her steps uncomfortably, Jiang Xiaozhen deliberately hid her fat calf exposed under her cropped sweatpants.
He Yu didn't miss her movements, and her sportswear: "Are you going for a run?"
"Yeah." Jiang Xiaozhen was a little distracted.
She stared behind He Yu, the sun had not yet risen, and the morning weather was foggy.
"Jiang Xiaozhen, did you see the text message I sent last night?" He spoke in a low voice, with an inexplicably cautious tone.
Jiang Xiaozhen said truthfully, "I saw it."
The two waited for each other to speak, and there was a tacit silence for a while.
"Then?" he asked.
She frowned inexplicably: "What then?"
He Yu sighed with frustration on his face.
"Do you want to see this?" He scratched the back of his neck and took something out of his backpack.
Jiang Xiaozhen didn't answer: "What is this?"
"The sketchbook," He Yu handed it to her further: "I went back to get it for the fire, and you scolded me."
"Oh. Do you want to choose a painting? Is it going to be an art exhibition again?"
She waved her hands again and again: "Don't ask me about this, I don't have the ability to appreciate paintings. I went to the art exhibition you opened in high school, and I couldn't say anything meaningful except that I painted very well."
He pursed his lips and looked very insistent: "Just look at it, you don't need to comment."
"Well, next time."
Jiang Xiaozhen breathed a sigh of relief, and pointed behind him: "Look, the sun is coming out soon, I'll talk to you again, I can't run a lap."
After finishing speaking, without waiting for his response, she waved at him and ran away first.
"Jiang Xiaozhen."
He Yu called her, but she didn't look back.
There was another thing hanging from his hand, he remembered.
“Soya milk fritters…”
It was too late to chase after them, and no one was there.