Zhang Moyan's back was turned to him, her slender body slightly hunched, as stiff as if she had been filled with iron.
Xiao Xingyu smiled deeply, and was about to joke a few more words, when he saw the shoulders of the white suit sinking, and then shrinking slightly.
"Hey," Xiao Xingyu stopped smiling and sat upright, "What's wrong with you?"
Zhang Moyan didn't respond, she rested her arms on her legs, her long soft black hair blocked the side of her face, and she could only guess her fluctuations through gentle trembling.
"Come and show me!" Xiao Xingyu forced her body to turn over: "Are you crying?"
Zhang Moyan didn't have the strength to fight, so she turned away and said, "I didn't."
She indeed didn't, but her eyes were red, her temples were piled up on her cheeks, and she looked sad.
Xiao Xingyu's eyes slid down her face, and he saw her hands clenched tightly on her legs, holding back very pitifully.
"Cry if you want to!" Xiao Xingyu's voice was soft and comforting.
Zhang Moyan shook her head and denied it: "Am I going to cry over a few pieces of clothing?"
Xiao Xingyu looked at her and shrugged: "It's okay to cry for other things! It's normal for a girl to cry a few times when she's lost in love. Don't suppress yourself. Holding it in your heart will hurt your body. Just cry out and it'll be fine."
Zhang Moyan raised her eyes when she heard this, stepped back and stood up. The man's relaxed attitude made her already depressed heart feel clogged.
"It will be better if you cry? How do you know that it will be better if you cry? Why will it be better if you cry? Haven't you never been in love? How could you know how to get better?"
Xiao Xingyu was confused. Isn’t this how people are persuaded in movies? What’s wrong with making her cry?
There was mist in Zhang Moyan's eyes, and her strong expression revealed her suppressed emotions of collapse, causing her body to tremble even more.
Xiao Xingyu couldn't bear it and stood up: "Zhang Moyan, why are you holding back when you want to cry? You are such a restrained person!"
Zhang Moyan didn't hear any good intentions in this sentence. She just felt that something had been hit. She responded angrily: "Why, don't you understand it?"
Xiao Xingyu was speechless again. What kind of thinking is this woman?
"I don't mind it," he said politely and without fussing: "Okay, forget it if you don't cry. Then can you go back to your room and rest? You should go to bed now that you are tired. Just have a good sleep.
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"Why is it better to just sleep again?" Zhang Moyan stared at him, her eyes and the tip of her nose were red. Her face was slightly sweaty. Although she didn't cry, her condition was better than that of someone who had cried a lot.
A sense of fragmentation.
"You just said it would be better if you cried, and now you said it would be better if you slept. So which one is better?"
Xiao Xingyu could tell that Zhang Moyan was using him to vent his emotions. Since he refused to cry, it would be easier to lose his temper, so he forced himself to be calm.
"What do you men think? Why can you go on a blind date while pretending to be someone else? Break up with someone when you are with them and then break up with them? Isn't this harmful?"
She took a step forward every time she said a word. Xiao Xingyu saw that she was moving forward but did not move. It was not until she was almost touching him that he said slowly: "I didn't throw away your clothes, they are in the kitchen." The voice is very gentle and pleasant, and it sounds like nature right now.
Zhang Moyan was startled for a moment, then flashed her black and crystal clear eyes, and looked at Xiao Xingyu cautiously. Seeing that he didn't seem to be telling lies, her whole body relaxed.
Xiao Xingyu gave her a beautiful smile and glanced towards the kitchen: "Would you like to take a look?"
Zhang Moyan stood still while Xiao Xingyu turned around and walked towards the kitchen. Zhang Moyan was stunned for a second and followed.
Opening the kitchen door and light, she saw the bags of clothes that had been hastily packed. Zhang Moyan checked for a long time, until tears filled her eyes, she raised her head, sniffed gently, and poured back her tears.
Xiao Xingyu wisely chose to avoid this situation.
The house was very quiet. There was only one bedroom in the house, and he seemed to have nowhere to go except the sofa in the living room.
It is said that clothes are a woman's soul. He didn't know how long Zhang Moyan would be alone with her soul, so he took out his mobile phone and played with it for a while.
About half an hour later, someone came over to block some of the light. Xiao Xingyu looked up and saw Zhang Moyan standing in front of him holding a stack of neatly folded clothes.
"I'm sorry."
Xiao Xingyu turned off the phone screen, smiled and praised: "Reporter Jin is right, Reporter Zhang is such a hard-working little bee, he folded it up so quickly."
Zhang Moyan was not infected by his relaxed tone. She hugged the clothes and put her cheek on it with nostalgia, feeling helpless and about to cry: "I really like green, what should I do?"
Xiao Xingyu made a surprised expression: "What a coincidence, I also like green!"
Zhang Moyan looked up from his clothes, his eyes filled with disbelief: "You like it too? How is that possible? How could you men like green?"
"It depends on the situation," Xiao Xingyu patted the place next to him: "Green can be good sometimes! Let me ask you, what color is celadon?"
"...green." She didn't seem to understand Xiao Xingyu's gesture and still stood.
"Yes, our Xiao family has been making celadon for generations, and celadon is green, so how can I not like green?"
Zhang Moyan wrinkled her eyes and looked at Xiao Xingyu carefully, as if she was trying to distinguish his words, and as if she was fighting against the dizziness of being drunk.
"Okay," Xiao Xingyu raised his hand and pulled down a piece of fabric in front of him. He didn't know whether it was a sleeve or a trouser leg. "Sit down and have a rest!"
This time Zhang Moyan got his invitation and obediently bent over and put the clothes in his hands on the sofa, then sat down.
Xiao Xingyu's back suddenly bounced, and his waist instantly stiffened.
This...
Why are you sitting on his lap?!
Just as Xiao Xingyu was about to remind him that his legs were not cushions, he saw a big teardrop falling from Zhang Moyan's usually distant eyes.
He immediately forgot what he wanted to say.
The ends of the woman's eyes were red, there was moisture in her eyes, there were traces of pink tears, and there were crystal beads of sweat on the tip of her nose...
It’s really better than alcohol.
Xiao Xingyu stretched out his hand and couldn't help but hold her waist to ensure that she sat firmly. When he came to his senses, he couldn't bear to let go.
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By the way, I also lost the ability to organize language.
He had little experience in comforting people, not to mention that now that he had a beauty in his hands, all he could think about was the warm fragrance of nephrite and the good feeling in his hand.
It took him a long time to use his rationality to break through the demons in his heart, and squeezed out a textbook-like comfort: "If there is a problem, solve it, and be open-minded. There is no obstacle in the world that you can't overcome."
Pat.
Another tear rolled down Zhang Moyan's cheek and chin, hitting the silk fabric on her chest and melting into a piece.
"Broken love really makes me feel like I'm on the wrong track." Her voice was low, full of annoyance and frustration.
"Now I see people around me posting wedding photos, marriage certificates, husbands and children... I don't know why I feel very anxious. It seems that everyone has found their lifelong partner and is living a happy life... What should I do?
"My peers have started answering questions and handing in papers one after another in the examination room, but I... don't even have a pen yet!" Her voice gradually choked up: "I have nothing, I am really embarrassing to my parents!" p>
Zhang Moyan's tears fell one by one like broken beads, and her long eyelashes were all wet.
Xiao Xingyu couldn't help but tighten his arms and hug her, and gently dismissed her thoughts: "Why do your parents feel embarrassed? How can this be considered the wrong way? You are still so young, you want to find
Isn’t it easy to find a target?”
Zhang Moyan shook his head: "You're not young anymore, you're already 25, already 5 years older than the legal age for marriage."
The woman seemed to think that 25 was a very old age. Xiao Xingyu said "Oh" and met her eyes: "It's only been 5 years and you've made a big mistake. Then I'm 29 and I'm not married yet, right?"
Is it time to impose a sentence?"
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