Because of knowing, because it is suitable
But Yi Chen, do you really know this Zhao Mosheng in front of you? This she, sometimes she herself feels so unfamiliar and unfamiliar...
However, none of this matters anymore.
She no longer has the strength to chase a distant heart, no longer wants to have a feeling that will be destroyed at any time, the sound of the whole world collapsing around her, she can't bear the second time.
So, Yi Chen, "I'm sorry."
Forgive my cowardice. It's just that I didn't expect that even you couldn't give me courage.
She rejected him so quickly. Yi Chen settled down and said, "You don't need to answer me so quickly, you..."
His words were gently interrupted by Mo Sheng: "I was married."
The voice suddenly stopped, Yi Chen looked at her in disbelief, and asked each word clearly, "What did you say?"
Mo Sheng stared at her own shadow on the ground and said in a low voice, "I got married, three years ago, in America."
Yi Chen's face was cold and gloomy, the breath emanating from his body could freeze the surrounding air, he glared at her fiercely, as if he would stretch out his hand to strangle her at any moment.
After a long time, she heard his icy voice, "Zhao Mosheng, I'm crazy to let you trample on me like this."
The days passed by, and when Mo Sheng saw the National Day holiday notice on the bulletin board of the magazine, only to realize that the time had unknowingly reached the end of September.
That's how it went all summer.
The closer to the 11th, the more relaxed the atmosphere in the magazine office became. When the 30th was about to get off work, Xiaohong came over and asked Mo Sheng, "A Sheng, how did you arrange the seven days of the National Day?"
"I haven't thought about it yet." Mo Sheng was sorting out the photos on the table.
"I never thought about it, I've been looking forward to November since May 1."
Provoked by her exaggerated expression, Mo Sheng asked casually, "Why did it take so long this year?"
"It's like this every year." Xiaohong said a little strangely, and then she understood, "Oh, you have been abroad for too long, you probably don't know, the seven-day holiday has been implemented for several years, to develop tourism. This year I plan to go to the ancient city of Phoenix. Oh, do you want to come together?"
From the sweet look on her face, she knew that she must have gone with the doctor. Mo Sheng smiled sideways: "Do you want me to accompany you all the way to help you take couple photos? I will charge a high fee."
"Aiya! You hate it!" Xiaohongji covered her face and replied shyly for a while, but when she put down her hand, she found that Mo Sheng, who had just been talking and laughing with her, fell into silence again, with a dazed expression.
Xiaohong pushed her: "Asheng, what's the matter with you? It's been a little weird recently."
"Huh? Oh, no." Mo Sheng returned to her senses, "What are you thinking of after so many days suddenly."
I still don't know what to do after get off work. There was obviously a lot of liveliness on the street, and the shops were all looking brand new. Mo Sheng strolled along the beautiful windows, occasionally stopping to buy some snacks, and then continued to walk aimlessly.
It wasn't until he saw the familiar quaint school gate that Mo Sheng realized that he had actually come to C University, and he was also taken aback. From the place of work to this place, she had walked over about half the city.
The school entrance should be much busier than usual, with students carrying luggage everywhere with simple and happy smiles on their faces. Mo Sheng remembered that when he was a student, he was often excited for a long time because of the holidays. Now that he thinks about it, it is like a dream.
With his hands in his pockets, and strolling along the school's boulevard, Mo Sheng's mood was not as turbulent as when he was with Yi Chen last time, but he felt more uncertain than calm. It seems that my life has been wrong since I walked out of this school. However, what is the right way to go on now
"Do you want to come back to me now?" Yi Chen's low voice resounded in his mind again, Mo Sheng stopped, closed his eyes, and waited for the pain in his heart to pass.
When I came back to him, I had imagined the scene countless times. When I was abroad, I was often distracted, and I would start fantasizing about reuniting with Yi Chen, and fantasizing about the two of them being together happily. That was the only consolation, the only happiness in her long lonely days, and all her strength and perseverance stemmed from this happy imagination. However, after returning to China, when Yi Chen turned her fantasy into reality with a rational and cold attitude, she backed away.
He and she are no longer the simple teenagers and girls in her memory. The cracks caused by the seven-year separation are always reminding each other of the pain, maybe it is just a small wound, but it is equally painful.
I can't bear it because I care too much.
Between them, the dust had settled seven years ago.
Before I knew it, I walked to the playground again, and many people were jogging on the plastic track.
I don't know how long she will run 800 meters now
Mo Sheng crossed the railing, stood on the track, stood on tiptoe to draw a starting line, recited "one two three" silently, and rushed out at a speed of 800 meters.
Close your eyes, travel through the night wind, and run to the end.
"Four minutes and twenty-five seconds, too slow." Someone knocked on the head.
"It's slower than yesterday." She muttered dejectedly, then raised her eyes to look at him with glowing eyes, "Yi Chen, why don't you run in front of you during the exam, and I'll chase after you, then I'll definitely run fast!"
After being glared at by him, Mo Sheng was a little frustrated that he was not appreciated, obviously it was a good idea, "Why don't you hang your photo in front of my eyes..."