Even if she had thought of this extremely slight possibility from the beginning, even if the person she was facing was Huo Jinbei, at that moment, she couldn't hold back the fluctuation in her heart.
If the person in front of her was not Huo Jinbei, she might just miss and throw the pile of information in her hand at him.
But even though it was him, she still threw the pile of information heavily on the bookshelf in front of her.
This movement attracted a lot of attention from those around. Huo Jinbei was originally looking at a book of information in his hand, but when he heard the movement, he turned his head and glanced.
Qianxing's expression was extremely ugly. She gritted her teeth and looked at him with a frown. After a long while, she finally clenched her fists and said, "There's something wrong with you!"
From the time she took the initiative to show her kindness to Huo Jinbei and then the two of them got together, Qianxing had always been obedient and obedient. It had been a long time since she had heard such unceremonious retorts.
But Huo Jinbei didn't seem surprised at all, he just looked at her calmly, as if waiting for her next words.
But Qianxing couldn't say a single sentence.
When she met Huo Jinbei's gaze, she felt as if there was a fire in her body, constantly burning her restless heart.
She was afraid that she would explode next moment.
But this is obviously not a suitable place for explosions.
Qianxing suddenly turned around and rushed out without looking back.
The eyes of the people around him fell more or less on Huo Jinbei, but Huo Jinbei remained calm, just bending down to pick up the information that Qianxing had just left behind.
…
On this day, the two of them went out in the morning, and Qianxing didn't get home until after nine o'clock in the evening after running around in the library center and attending the dance class.
When she returned home, the house was very quiet and no one was seen in the living room, but Huo Jinbei must have already had dinner and left food for one person on the dining table.
Qianxing lost her temper with him in the library center today and ran away. Now that she calmed down, she still felt a little guilty and uneasy. After changing her shoes, she walked quietly to the door of Huo Jinbei's room and said softly
He opened the door gently.
Warm light shone through the room, and Huo Jinbei was sitting at the desk by the window, looking down at the book seriously.
Hearing the movement, he raised his head slightly and turned to take a look.
Qianxing stiffened for a moment, twitching the corners of his mouth unnaturally, and then said: "Are you studying? Then I won't disturb you. I'll take a bath first and then eat."
After hearing this, Huo Jinbei nodded slightly and said, "Yes."
Seeing that he responded to her and didn't seem angry, Qianxing instantly became happy again. She came in and kissed him, then turned around and walked out, returning to her small bedroom.
After about half a minute of silence, Qianxing suddenly rushed into Huo Jinbei's room again, with a few more materials in his hand that he had seen in the library center today.
"Huo Jinbei!" She gritted her teeth and shouted his name again, throwing the books in her hands on his bed, "What do you mean?"
"Didn't I say it this morning?" Huo Jinbei said, "It's for you."
"I don't want it!" Qianxing said, "Did I say I want it? Why do you insist on giving it to me? What do you want from me? What do you want from me?"
She thought that the incident this morning was over, but who knew that when she just walked into her room, she only saw a thick pile of materials piled on the bedside, which were obviously the ones she had left in the library center that morning!
It turns out that the incident has never passed at all. Not only has it not passed, but the fever has returned home!
Qianxing felt that all the blood in his body rushed to his head, and the anger that had not exploded in the morning could no longer be suppressed.
Hearing her words, Huo Jinbei closed the professional book in front of him, stood up and walked to her, lowered his head slightly and looked at her, "It's not what I want for you, it's what you want for yourself."
"I don't want anything!" Qianxing raised her eyes and glared at him, "I just want to live happily like this, going to get off work and getting off work every day! Can't do it? Can't do it!"
"Okay." Facing her almost uncontrollable anger, Huo Jinbei remained calm, "I said, as long as it's what you think about, it's fine."
The feeling of punches hitting cotton came back instantly. Qianxing always felt powerless when facing Huo Jinbei like this.
"Then why did you buy those books back?" Qianxing said, "and put them in my room!"
"Then just think I bought it wrong." Huo Jinbei said, "I'll take it back tomorrow."
Qianxing stared at him again and again.
Obviously this conversation seemed to have achieved a certain result. She explained herself and he agreed, but why did she still feel so...annoyed?
Qianxing couldn't bear it any longer and finally reached out and gave him a push.
Huo Jinbei was pushed so hard by her that he fell down on the bed.
However, Qianxing turned around and walked out without looking back, closing the door for him with a bang.
Huo Jinbei sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his abdomen. In the end, he just chuckled.
After such a long time, my strength is still so strong, it really hasn't changed at all.
…
That night, Qianxing ran out of his bedroom and never came back again.
When Huo Jinbei walked out of the room after a long time, he saw that the dishes on the dining table had been cleared away, the washing machine was spinning, and the door of Qianxing's room was closed tightly, and there was no movement at all.
Huo Jinbei did not disturb her. After the washing machine finished washing the clothes, he took out the clothes one by one and dried them before returning to his room.
The night passed quickly.
The next morning, Huo Jinbei got up on time, walked out of the room, and knocked on Qianxing's door first.
There was no response from inside.
Huo Jinbei walked into the bathroom, washed up, then walked to Qianxing's door and knocked on the door again.
Still no response from inside.
Huo Jinbei didn't knock much, turned around and walked into the kitchen. After preparing breakfast, he walked over and knocked on the door of Qianxing's room again.
Qianxing still didn't respond.
This time, Huo Jinbei did not wait any longer, but stretched out his hand and pushed open the door.
The room was a little dark, Qianxing seemed to have not gotten up yet, but the moment the door opened, she was clearly sitting on the bed.
Then, she heard Huo Jinbei entering the door, fell down on the bed suddenly, and pulled the quilt to cover herself.
Huo Jinbei walked forward slowly, sat down by the bed, and turned on the bedside lamp. He first glanced at the pile of documents on the bedside that she had grabbed and scattered, and then looked at the strangely wrapped man on the bed.
Weird person.
Huo Jinbei stretched out his hand and gently lifted a corner of the quilt over her head.
Qianxing seemed to shrink, but did not continue to struggle.
Huo Jinbei lowered his head and met a pair of red and slightly swollen eyes.
The two looked at each other for a long time, and Qianxing didn't say anything. Huo Jinbei sighed slightly, and then said, "Okay, I'll take this pile of things away right away. You get up first, wash your face, and then prepare for breakfast."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to help her sit up from the bed.
So Qianxing sat on the bed holding the quilt and watched him sort out the pile of information bit by bit.
Every book in that pile of information looked familiar to her, but they were all extremely unfamiliar.
This feeling of familiarity and strangeness is frightening and makes people afraid to face it.
Qianxing couldn't help but turned her head again, buried her face between her knees, and didn't look at him again.
It wasn't until Huo Jinbei had sorted out the pile of information and stood up from the bed to leave that Qianxing finally called him in a low voice: "Huo Jinbei..."
Her voice was low and hoarse, completely unusual, which showed how much torture she had endured that night.
"Yeah." Huo Jinbei responded, just standing by the bed and looking at her.
Qianxing finally raised her head again, and the moment she looked up at him, tears fell uncontrollably.
"Huo Jinbei..." She called him again, almost trying her best to speak, "I am... 26 years old this year... I have been in a muddle for ten years... it is not so easy to get it back...
I can’t chase you back…”
When Huo Jinbei heard this, he breathed out slightly, and then sat down by the bed again.
"You are only 26 years old this year. If you live to be 80, you will have 54 years left in your life. The regrets of the past ten years cannot be made up for, but what about the next fifty years? If you have never been able to do what you want to do.
If something happened, wouldn’t it mean that we would regret it for the rest of our lives? The future is still very long, and it is never too late to do anything at any time in your future life.”