For a moment, Wuyou felt as if his heart was being pinched by someone's hands, and he could hardly breathe!
However, Madoka just opened the shoe cabinet and took out another pair of indoor slippers. The size was very large and it looked like they belonged to men.
"It belongs to my roommate's ex-boyfriend, do you mind?"
"..." He breathed a sigh of relief and felt so beautiful, but he still asked Qiao, "He doesn't have athlete's foot, does he?"
She glanced at him but didn't answer.
He bent down to change his shoes angrily, but the corners of his mouth kept turning up.
However, before his smile could even expand, another question came to his mind. Her roommate's ex-boyfriend could come in and out of here at any time? Does she have a boyfriend?
He hurriedly changed his shoes and rushed into the room as if he was robbing someone.
As soon as he entered the house, he began to look at the entire room.
This is a very typical apartment for international students, with several rooms. She must have shared it with others.
But none of her roommates are here at the moment.
The apartment has a living room, a kitchen, and two bathrooms, and the conditions are barely passable.
He followed her into the room on the far right, which was obviously where she lived.
The room is not big in size, but it is clean and tidy.
A bed, a simple wardrobe, a desk, and a sewing machine.
The table of the sewing machine and the table next to it are piled with various fabrics, as well as stacks of drawings, all of which are her masterpieces.
He looked around and found no men's items, so he was completely relieved.
Although he didn't know why he felt relieved, he felt inexplicably relieved anyway.
She put down her bag and called to him, "Sit down wherever you want."
He was not polite and sat down on her bed, the hard bed below making him wail silently.
Why didn't she even buy a mattress? Was she short of money?
He couldn't help but think of the situation when she stayed at the Wang family in the past, and then thought about the conditions of her family. Although she was not very poor, it would still be difficult to afford the expenses for her to go abroad.
She must have had a hard time these years, right?
What an idiot! Why are you so brave? If you wanted to go abroad, wouldn't you go to the United States to join him?
Although his mother strictly controls his pocket money, he has a full scholarship, and his father will secretly give him some. In the past two years, he has worked on a website with his roommates, which has made a small profit. Taking care of her is not a big deal.
question.
But it was good for her to come here without saying a word, live in such a small room, and sleep on such a bad bed! He glanced at her hands subconsciously, wondering how many dishes she had washed in these years?
"Brother Wuyou, are you tired? Do you want to take a shower first? I'll help you cook a bowl of noodles first." She rolled up her sleeves and walked to the kitchen. She had a lot of information to sort out later, and she didn't have time to chat with him.
I just hope that he will finish his meal quickly, go to bed quickly, and then leave as soon as possible tomorrow.
But he followed her into the kitchen, looking like he was chatting.
"Don't you have any toiletries? There are disposable ones in the cabinet on the left, you can use them." The international student apartment is like this. From time to time, classmates or friends will come over, so there are spare towels and toothbrushes.
He didn't move.
She sighed softly, turned around and went to the bathroom, pulled out a set of cleaning utensils and handed them to him, "The quality is not particularly good, so you can make do with it."
She said to him calmly and looked at him very calmly. Her attitude towards him was not cold, but not warm either. It was like treating a very ordinary and ordinary friend who just took in a "penniless" person.
"Homeless" people.
She looked at him, talked to him, and even cooked noodles for him to eat, but she created an invisible barrier between the two of them.
She hid all her emotions under that barrier. He couldn't see through it and had no idea what she was thinking.
But he knew very well that he felt uncomfortable.
He took what she handed over dully, and he should have said thank you, but he stubbornly didn't say it, because that would make the relationship between them more alienated, and he didn't like it!
He went to the bathroom to take a shower. He was so angry that he almost fell down in the process. He started to regret it after he stood firm by holding on to the wall. He might as well have fallen to see if she would still be so indifferent!
However, after much deliberation, he finally gave up the idea of falling again on purpose.
He could see that she was now very independent and capable, and he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of her.
He came out with wet hair after taking a shower, and her noodles were finished cooking.
She put the dishes and chopsticks on the small dining table, one for him and one for her. Her movements were clean and neat, without any sloppiness.
He suddenly remembered something. That year when he went to the countryside for the first time, she brought him a bowl of noodles as a midnight snack. Unexpectedly, after many years, they met again and ate noodles again.
The noodles taste better than before, her craftsmanship is more exquisite, he will no longer be reckless, and he will no longer get gastroenteritis from overeating... Everything has gotten better, but his feeling has gotten worse.
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Suddenly a feeling of sadness arose in his heart.
How did things become like this? How could she change so much? What has she experienced in these years?
Although she has told him that she has been to London, Paris, and then to Milan, but what are the details? How did she go abroad? How did she pay the tuition? What difficulties did she encounter? How did she solve it? Did anyone help her?
Have you ever been in love?
After his observation, she is still alone now. Why? Is it because they broke up, or because they have never been friends? If it is the latter, it would be even more strange. This is Milan, with so many handsome football guys and so many fashionable male models.
Why didn't she pick one? Who was she waiting for?
"Madoka, let's talk!" He found that he couldn't bear it anymore. He had many questions to ask her, especially the last one.
She nodded, still looking very calm.
"Okay, let's talk." Although she said this, her hand touched the chopsticks, obviously wanting to talk while eating, and her attitude was not correct at all.
His words were suddenly stuck in his throat again, and the anger that had been held in his chest for a long time finally burst out!
"Zhen Xiaoyuan! What's going on with you? Why are you treating me so coldly? Am I a bad person? Am I a stranger? I'm your Wuyou brother! You've liked me before, haven't you?"
The word "like" just blurted out. After saying it, he himself was stunned.