Ye Jia handed the flowers to Feng Feng, and the two walked out of the door. Feng Feng smiled in a low voice: "Ye Jia, thank you, no one has ever given me flowers before!"
"Then buy a house full of flowers for Xiaofeng, haha. []"
Feng Feng held a flower in one hand and a shaggy dog in the other, with a smile on his face. Seeing her holding such a big shaggy dog, Ye Jia was completely submerged and said with a smile, "Xiao Feng, do you want me to hold it for you?"
She shook her head, "Haha, this is the first gift I have received. I want to keep it myself..."
The two walked out of the crowded Chunxi Road and came to the parking lot. Feng Feng got in the car and sat down. Maybe Ye Jia did too much and too well. Everything seemed so unreal, like a strange dream - no logic.
Without common sense, how could Cinderella become Snow White overnight?
Sure enough, she heard Ye Jia's gentle voice: "Xiao Feng, I will take the evening flight to leave... I will take you back first..."
His heart was still immersed in the perfection of this moment. He had done everything a couple should do, including eating, shopping, gifts, flowers, and sending them home... However, they were not lovers, they were just strangers who met by chance, even
Didn't even hold hands...
The car stopped at the gate of the community. Feng Feng got out of the car and said with a smile: "Ye Jia, thank you today."
He nodded: "You have to pay attention to your health."
She smiled and agreed, and then, holding the furry dog and the flowers, she walked slowly without looking back... She couldn't look back. When she looked back, she woke up from this dream. It seemed that as long as she moved forward, Ye Jia would become Gaye...
Ye Jia kept looking at her back. He didn't know why he behaved so strangely today, and he had never been in such a strange mood in his life - accompanying a girl to see a doctor, eat, go shopping, give gifts...
…
All his time and energy have always been devoted to his beloved career. He thought that those were all his passions and habits. He never dreamed that one day, he would be accompanying a strange girl (no, in his mind)
, she seems to be someone he is very familiar with) doing everything she likes, and when doing these things, he feels so happy and happy...
Why, why?
He looked at her retreating back, so small and weak. Is there anyone else in this world who cares about and cherishes her?
He picked up the phone and dialed. Her voice seemed choked: "Gaye..."