The Most Beautiful Years Met You [Seventy-Eight] Who I'm Waiting For You Don't Know
The dim street lights shine through the gaps between the branches and leaves on the avenue, casting some spots on the hood of the Wrangler.
The man was not wearing training uniforms or military uniforms. He was leaning against the car door sideways towards them. He lowered his head slightly and gently turned the cigarette in his hand, as if he was bored or distracted.
The shadows of the trees were dancing and mottled, and in such shadowy light, the outline of his face became more clear and distinct.
Ye Hehuan stared at him blankly. She was mostly awake from the wine, and most of her body was still leaning on Fan Zheyuan. For a moment, she could no longer move her legs.
"What's wrong?" Seeing her not moving, Fan Zheyuan turned around and asked with concern.
The man was always very alert, and it was because he was absent-minded that he didn't notice anyone approaching. Now he had turned his head when he heard the voice.
From a distance of distance, Ye Hehuan could not clearly see the expression on his face.
But she knew that Yu Zhongxiao's eyes were tightly locked on her at the moment.
The hand on Fan Zheyuan's shoulder was at a loss, like a problem student who had been caught doing something bad. She thought it was her hallucination and blinked, but the man and the car were still there.
Fan Zheyuan also tilted his head. His attention was all on the Wrangler, and he said jokingly: "Aren't you not allowed to drive in? Your school is quite good at discriminating treatment."
Ye Hehuan said nothing, his fingers tightened on Fan Zheyuan's sleeves, and he looked at the man not far away, his heart beating faster.
Why is he here? What does he want to do here? If he is here to find him, how does he know that she lives in this building? Is he so sure that he will meet him downstairs? They have already
How many days has it been since we last met? A week or... longer than that?
I had a lot of thoughts at once.
"Let's go, I'll take you upstairs." Fan Zheyuan reached out and put his arm around her shoulders affectionately.
Ye Hehuan felt like a light on her back, and she pulled away Fan Zheyuan's hand without leaving a trace: "Brother Zheyuan, you go back first, I can go up by myself."
"Can you do that? Don't fall down on the stairs then."
"The dormitory aunt won't let boys go upstairs. I'm much better now, don't worry." After saying that, Ye Hehuan waved to him, indicating that he should leave first.
"Then be careful yourself."
After speaking, Fan Zheyuan glanced at the Wrangler out of the corner of his eye, and gave Ye Hehuan a few words before leaving.
…
Fan Zheyuan's figure disappeared around the corner.
Ye Hehuan retracted her gaze and turned her head. However, when she saw the man slowly walking towards her, she tightened her grip on the small satchel in front of her and suddenly became breathless.
He threw the cigarette butt on the ground, still flickering with sparks.
She stared at the cigarette and had the idea of turning around and running away. As he got closer and closer, she began to weaken her legs and feel scared.
Because the aura emanating from him made her feel scared and uneasy.
But why was she the one who ran away? She didn't do anything wrong, so why should she feel guilty? It was obvious that he had tricked her, so it was good that she didn't settle the score with him!
Could it be that he is tired of being with Jiang Hui and wants to make fun of himself again?
These days, she accidentally remembered what Jiang Hui said to her that morning at the breakfast shop. She said that Yu Zhongxiao said he wanted a divorce. At that time, was Jiang Hui already declaring her victory to her, Han Jingqiu's niece?
Also, he deliberately told himself that he and Jiang Hui were just ordinary friends. Did he have the intention of teasing himself from then on?
Did she make him happy when she found out that he didn't have an affair?
Just like Qin Shousheng said, her persistence in confessing her love to him may seem to him just a big joke to embellish a boring life.
Thinking of this, Ye Hehuan felt annoyed, but with a smile on his lips, he took the initiative to greet him: "Uncle, what a coincidence, why are you here?"
After saying that, he looked towards the dormitory building again and asked, knowingly: "Are you waiting for someone?"
Yu Zhongxiao said nothing, just looked at her with gloomy eyes, as if they were melting into the night behind him.
He is angry.
This message flashed in Ye Hehuan's mind.
Yu Zhongxiao suddenly stepped forward. Almost subconsciously, she immediately took a step back, widening the distance between them. This was obvious, and then she covered her mouth with her hand and yawned: "Uncle, school starts today.
I was quite tired from playing, so I went up to rest first.”
"You don't know who I'm waiting for?" He suddenly said, and there seemed to be something in his deep voice that could no longer be hidden.
"How would I know?"
Ye Hehuan pulled the corners of his lips, smiled innocently and awkwardly, looked down at the watch on his thin wrist: "Why is it so late, uncle, I won't tell you, if you don't come up, the dormitory manager will have to lock the door -
—”
"Why don't you turn it on?"
"Um...oh, I changed my number. Aren't you talking about the new semester and the new atmosphere?" She shrugged, with a nonchalant expression on her face, as if changing her mobile phone number was nothing important to her.
Thing: "I really don't want to tell you, uncle, I have to go to bed!"
The man's slender and powerful hand suddenly raised and grasped her arm: "Speak clearly before leaving."
Ye Hehuan looked up and saw the persistent and gloomy look on Yu Zhongxiao's face. He felt uneasy, but he still suppressed his panic and pretended to be ignorant: "What are you talking about?"
"Are you talking about the man who sent me back just now?" She suddenly looked like she suddenly realized something, and then smiled shyly: "That's my classmate's brother, he's not bad, right? We went out to play together today, and I drank
After ordering some wine, he sent me back specially because he was worried."
"Why do you need to change your number?" He asked in a deep voice, but his tone was calm.
"Didn't I just tell you everything?"
Ye Hehuan lowered his lips, his slender cat eyes showed impatience, and he said in a nonchalant tone: "Besides, there are so many reasons, just change it if you want. Who doesn't change his number several times in his life? Do I have to keep it?"
Wear that number until you grow old? Isn’t it normal to like the new and hate the old?”
Yu Zhongxiao's eyes were fixed on her flawless face, and he rarely explained: "Something happened at home that night, so I didn't rush there in time."
"Really? I didn't go down that day either. Fortunately, you didn't come. Otherwise, I'd be sorry to have to wait in vain."
As he said that, Ye Hehuan looked at him curiously: "Uncle, what did you want to say when you came to me that day? We met today, by the way."
"..."
At this moment, the phone rang. It was Fan Zheyuan calling. Ye Hehuan turned around and picked up: "Brother Zheyuan, what's the matter?"
"Already in the dormitory, okay, I'm about to go take a shower, um, you too, please drive safely on the road, bye." A gentle and considerate tone.
Standing by the street lamp, the pear vortex loomed, she was like a girl about to fall in love, full of sweetness and happiness.
…
After hanging up the phone, Ye Hehuan turned around and found Yu Zhongxiao looking at him faintly, inexplicably flustered: "Uncle, what did you just say?"
"He's your boyfriend?"
"Not yet." Ye Hehuan frowned: "But maybe it will be in the future."
"Is this why you changed your mobile phone number?" he asked again.
Ye Hehuan didn't speak. The next moment, her wrist was grabbed. Before she could react and struggle, she was dragged into the cherry blossom forest nearby.
The man's anger came to him, and his deep and powerful voice said: "Have you forgotten what you said in Fengcheng?"
"I haven't forgotten it, but I remember what I said in Yunnan more." Ye Hehuan looked back into his eyes without timidity: "Uncle, who do you think we are now?"
"..."
"Don't you know? Then let me tell you, at best it's a tryst, at worst it's called an affair."
Yu Zhongxiao's face became increasingly ugly.
"I'm too young and can't resist all kinds of temptations. I always mistake some infatuation and dependence for love. It was Yan Yu before, and then... Now I think about it. After returning from Fengcheng, I have been following
Being with Brother Zheyuan and staying by his side, I found that I look like a girl of eighteen or nineteen. When I am unhappy, he will make me happy. When I am angry, he will try his best to comfort me.
Happy."
"I'm living a very happy life these days. Brother Zheyuan and I always seem to have endless topics to talk about. We like to watch horror movies, drink vodka with some juice, and ride bicycles for picnics. Looking at him, I
I’m even more surprised why I would entangle a man who was almost a year older than me in the first place? So my uncle——”
Ye Hehuan looked at the man in front of him, his eyes clean and pleading: "I have offended you before, please don't take it to your heart, okay?"
What she meant was - don't come to her again. She wanted to have a good relationship, and he was the roadblock. His appearance would only make her unhappy.
The strength restraining her at her wrist suddenly disappeared.
"Go up and have a rest." A deep male voice sounded above her head, his tone was calm and imperturbable. Apart from that, Yu Zhongxiao said nothing more, then turned and left.
As for the expression on his face at this moment, she didn't even have time to see clearly.
————————The author has something to say————————
I’m not very good at plotting the torture of male and female protagonists. I just wrote it all this afternoon. I’ll just make do with it and I’ll add more later.
