"Is Maimai gone?" Xiao Ai asked when he saw Wu Bai coming back.
"Well, let's go." Wubai pulled up a chair and sat next to her, holding her hand: "Would you like to take a nap? You have just said so much, are you tired?"
"She just has that character, a chatterbox," Xiao Ai closed her eyes slightly: "But don't worry, I won't do what Maimai says. Everyone has their own way of getting along with each other in love. I'm not her.
, you are not Gu Zhisheng, we have our own way of getting along."
In this world, there is no love sutra that can apply to all men and women.
She is self-aware, she is not Lingmaimai, and Wubai is not Gu Zhisheng.
"Five hundred, I..." Xiao Ai paused: "I will try hard to change in the future and try not to make you hate me."
"I have never hated you." Wubai suddenly felt distressed and patted the back of her hand: "Don't think too much, we just haven't found the best way to get along yet."
Mom said, in this world, there is no woman who is most suitable for you. Love is more like a whetstone. Instead of picking up the one you want most, it is better to cherish what you have and polish your grindstone.
Light and people are all flexible, and happiness needs to be created by oneself.
"Five hundred, do you remember that year?"
"Um?"
"In Toronto, it snowed very hard that year. When I walked out of the study room at night, the snow had already piled up into a thick layer. Many students who came out of the study room ran into the snow with big snowballs. I
No exception."
"It was such a cold day that my hands were so cold that they turned red, but I was still playful. You pulled me out of the snow, put your coat on me, scolded me, and asked me if I was cold.
, put my hand inside the sweater and rub it hard."
Wubai nodded: "Remember, I was so angry at the time. You went to play in the snow even though your hands were frostbitten. I wanted to beat your ass. But seeing your red nose, I didn't want to do it."
Five Hundred Smiles, the two of them were immersed in memories, and they both laughed when such scenes appeared in their minds.
"Later we went to a street behind the school to eat snacks and steaming noodles. On the way back, we held hands and stamped each other's names in the snow with our feet. You also held a branch and melted it on the ground.
A big heart with our names in it. At that moment, you held me and I sang love songs one by one." Xiao Ai kept recalling.
Wubai echoed: "I remember that you didn't want to go back to our home, and you insisted on taking me shopping. You insisted on going to the movies late at night. After watching a movie, it was already past two o'clock in the middle of the night."
"Hehe, that's right. When I went back, I saw a car parked on the roadside with thick snow on the hood. You wrote the words "五百爱小AI" on the hood of the car. Every time
When I saw a car, I had to write these words. It was so happy. I felt so happy that I felt like I was in heaven. Later, my shoes were all wet, so you carried me back, one step at a time, and I looked behind you.
The long footprints seemed to have no end. At that time, I thought, if we keep walking like this until we are gray-haired, we will be the happiest couple in the world."
The two of them had so many happy moments. In the past two days, Xiao Ai was lying on the bed and always liked to reminisce, talk about it, and uncover those happy scenes with him.