I opened my eyes that had been closed for a long time and glanced around. The flowers in the courtyard had fallen just right. Among the floating flowers, I saw Gardenia walking towards me with a plate in hand, and Yaoer sitting on the steps playing with his mobile phone.
Squinting his eyes, he continued to sit on the garden swing and sway lazily.
"Yin'er." Zhiyu's gentle voice woke me up.
I haven't been woken up like this for a long time, in such a quiet and romantic scene.
"Huh?" I opened my eyes and saw that she was holding the caramel pudding on the plate and smiling sweetly at me.
"Cream pudding, get up and try it." As she said that, her small and tender hands grabbed my wrist.
I got up.
He took the plate, scooped up the delicate-looking caramel pudding with a small silver fork, and put it into his mouth.
It melts in your mouth and is very sweet.
"Yao'er, caramel pudding." I smiled and called Yao'er who was sitting on the steps.
She said without raising her head: "No. I've given up on desserts recently." After saying that, she continued to swipe the screen of her phone with her fingertips.
I caught a glimpse of Zhiyu looking at me and smiling, as if she were looking at a child.
"What are you laughing at?" I put the silver fork into my mouth.
"It's so funny." She smiled and behaved like a socialite.
I snorted and continued to taste the caramel pudding.
The sky gradually darkened, changing from purple-blue to orange-red, and then darkened.
"Gardenia feathers." Yao'er sighed softly, and the flowers withered faster.
Sigh for flowers.
"What?" Zhiyu looked at Yao'er.
"The doorbell rang, it should be Bobo and the others." Yaoer stood up, put his phone in his bag, and walked towards me on cat steps.
Dark blue chiffon dress, brown crossbody bag, black wedge heels.
The sportswear I was wearing had been replaced by a thin dark green sweater at Yaoer's house, a pair of jeans that clung to my skin, a pair of red-soled high heels, and a black leather handbag.
"I drove that taxi even though I was dressed like this, Yao'er, that's good." I smiled playfully and put the plate on the swing seat.
"You're not bad either. Wearing such tight jeans and a pair of extra-high red heels, you can kick open a car door. You have a bright future." Yao'er approached me, took out her cell phone and waved it in front of my eyes.
Look clearly - that's what it looked like when I stepped on that guy from the Sheji Gang.
She suddenly handed me a note: "Tear it up after reading it." Then she hurried into the house.
I was the only one left in the courtyard.
So I unfolded the note and it read: Tan Zipeng is in my hand. If you want to save him, give me the Jie Peng badge. - A Mei.
I was startled.
Suddenly he came to his senses: "Damn, it's a plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain."
It turns out that Ami wanted me to transfer all the people from the eight sects to Qiran, so that I would not be able to find anyone to save Zipeng.
What she wants is not Qi Ran, but Jie Peng.
"It's so damn insidious." I couldn't help but sigh.
What should we do? Today the people taking oxygen went to guard the base for Qiran again.
Suddenly I remembered that there was a harsh door.
Call Shi Yanfeng immediately——
"Hey, Lime."
"What's the point?"
"Help me guard Jiepeng and find someone to go to Sheji to help rescue Zipeng!" I started to speak incoherently.
"What's wrong? If you can't find the eight sects of the Domination Sect, you still have to find the Qin Sect?"
"Stop asking so many questions! Can you help me?" At this time, I had no choice.
"Because you are a beautiful woman, I promise you. Don't worry, Zipeng and Jiepeng will be fine." He still answered me jokingly.
"It's a deal. If something happens to them, you're dead." I actually said harsh words to him. It was just lime after all, but I spoke to him like this.
However, I can't care about that much. For me who is not in love now, the most important thing is my best friend.
Friendship is more important.
I quit male sex.
Tear the note into pieces.
There happened to be a gust of wind, so I scattered the pieces in the wind.
The bangs in front of her forehead were brushed up a few strands.
Quickly press the bangs on your forehead with your hands.
"Autumn is really pleasant, but this wind comes at the wrong time."
He murmured and walked into the house.
"I know I can love you like this forever..." As soon as he entered the room, he heard Bobo singing.
It's "Love You Still" by BY2.
"I will always love you like this." I sang along.
Then my arrival stopped her singing.
I frowned, but because of my bangs, they didn't notice.
"Keep singing." He uttered three words and turned towards the courtyard.
Loneliness is more suitable for white oxygen.
As soon as I reached the steps, I heard their singing continuing.
Singing alone, walking around the flower-filled tree in the garden of Gardenia's house.
The soft earth is stepped on by my feet, and under the action of the force, the scattered petals are mixed with the soft and delicate soil. Soon it will begin to be corroded bit by bit. But right now, it is being
What was lost was the originally weak floral fragrance, which began to escape from my nose little by little, and gradually I could no longer smell the floral fragrance that made me feel relaxed and happy.
Ah, good times don't last long, and the fragrance of flowers can't last too long.
What a disappointment.
I sat on the swing again, surrounded by darkness, almost to the point where I couldn't see my fingers. Why didn't Zhiyu turn on the lights in the courtyard?
Quite afraid of the dark.
Because I'm afraid of being alone.
When I was free, a petal floated into the palm of my hand. I held it gently, and I could feel that it was a yellow petal full of sadness.
I wonder if such dry patterns have ever been turned into words...
I thought of the note again.
When I was a kid, I always liked to pass notes around in class so that I didn't have to talk, it was just difficult to do.
I still remember that when the teacher wasn't paying attention, everyone would throw out the crumpled notes, causing notes to fly everywhere in the classroom, and the atmosphere was full of tension and humor. When the teacher suddenly turned around,
Everyone immediately put on a look of concentration on their faces and stopped all small movements. Even if sometimes the teacher found out, he only scolded us a few words, and we just went in one ear and out the other.
What wonderful memories.
It's not like now, no matter how many students are separated, they still talk, without the use of paper and pen. Occasionally, they will turn around and wink at the students in the back seat. The students sitting near the door will occasionally hold their glasses.
I peeked at the boys and girls in the next class who were sitting in the front row near the door across a few large floor tiles. Then I had a crush.
As we are becoming more and more arrogant, can we only be sensible and mature when we are about to separate?
The note once contained my memories, but now it makes me happy and angry.