The car was driving very fast, Ye Jia was busy.【26nbsp;】He took out his cell phone and pressed the string of numbers he had already memorized, as if it was as heavy as a thousand times. Finally, the phone was called and he took a deep breath
Only then can I make a sound: "Xiaofeng..."
He heard her voice faintly: "Ye Jia, do you have something to do?"
"I want to talk to you, where are you? Can I pick you up?"
“…”
"Xiaofeng..."
"Sorry, it's too late, I'm going to have a rest."
"Then tomorrow, tomorrow we will talk, okay?"
This time, she answered very simply: "Okay, see you tomorrow."
After arguing the time and place, she hung up the phone without any extra words. He breathed a sigh of relief. As long as she was willing to meet him and as long as the two of them could meet, there was room for negotiation.
Early in the morning, Feng Feng sat in front of the dressing table, looking at his panda eyes and haggard face in the mirror.
She had already taken the ice from the refrigerator and used eye cream that claimed to be a few minutes to remove edema, but her eyelids were still swollen. She tried her best to apply the powder evenly, leaving a "beautiful" impression.
For this reunion
I even practiced my breathing when I met
...
The old song of the girl's doll was faintly heard in my ears, and it was not separated from mountains and water, but why did it feel like it was changing?
On the table on the dressing table, there is a rose tea, with a few rose petals floating inside, darkly, with a faint rose fragrance. Next to the glass cup is a small and beautiful plastic bag
, Inside, is a small bag of withered roses.
She once heard a legend: collect the roses given to you by your beloved, take them on every full moon night, and take them for 24 moon nights in a row, and he will never change his mind.
This was the first rose that Ye Jia gave to her. Then, she quietly collected these petals and secretly took them on every full moon night. Even Ye Jia didn't know her secret-
Thinking about it now, it’s ridiculous. These roses are obviously just some dry "flower corpses", so how could they have the magic of "holding hands for a hundred years"?
It was a rare cloudy day, cool, but not stuffy.
Before 11 o'clock, there were only two or three sparse people in the coffee shop. Ye Jia sat in his seat and stared at the door. Then, he saw a long-lost person appearing at the door of the store on time.
People say that girls in love like to show their reserve by being late, but since they met her, she has never been late no matter what date she is, and rarely arrives early, and always controls the time just right.
She wore a light-colored long skirt and carried a big bag. Her hair was blown by a breeze covering half of her cheeks. She didn't care, and her long eyelashes drooped down like a fan and opened them. Suddenly, she was slapped and opened.
A feeling of heartbeat, he stood up and called her softly: "Xiaofeng, Xiaofeng..."
She walked over slowly, with a faint expression: "Hello Ye Jia."
He wanted to go over and hug her, but her faint attitude made him stop impulsively, "Xiaofeng...what do you want to drink?"
"Whatever, just coffee."
"Two cups of coffee." He hurriedly called the waiter.
The coffee was brought up, and the waiter walked away. He looked at her carefully. Seeing that her eyes were black and her eyes were a little swollen. It was obviously a sad story after arguing with her mother yesterday. She felt strong guilt and sympathy in her heart.
He just stared at her in a daze and didn't say anything.