Love at the Right Time

Shi Qingqiu drove the car very fast, and didn't know how long it took him to arrive. Anyway, he put the car in and went to the study.

She didn't have time to change shoes or clothes, only the diary in her mind.

Wen Qinghan wrote a diary for seven years, which contained all the past Shi Qingqiu wanted to know.

When Wen Qinghan confessed to the diary, Shi Qingqiu didn't plan to read the diary. Because I feel that I can't help but feel distressed when I see those in the past, and I can't help but talk to Wen Qinghan.

But Wen Qinghan said, if you watch it, don't let her know.

Shi Qingqiu stopped thinking about it now, just thinking about giving her all the good things in the days to come, making up for the past, making her happy, satisfying her, and making her happy.

But today, Shi Qingqiu wants to know those pasts. After briefly talking about Wen Qinghan's thoughts, she wants to know those pasts.

I want to know how many years Wen Qinghan has been hiding, how many years he has been reading, and since when the feelings he has accumulated have allowed her to imagine herself so reluctantly, even if it is against her will, she must first Consider yourself.

Shi Qingqiu found the diary in the drawer. It was not in the same position as when he first arrived. Wen Qinghan still kept the diary habit.

The diary is very thick, and the mouth of the book is a little swelled. This is due to years of use. The white cover has no stains, which shows how much Wen Qinghan usually cares for it.

Shi Qingqiu sat in a chair, breathing deeply in his diary, and after a while, he opened the first page cautiously.

Wen Qinghan's familiar Gangjun font came into view when they first entered university.

There was only one simple sentence that day: "I like her, I'm pretty sure."

Shi Qingqiu couldn't help but laugh, really echoing her old cadre style, not interesting and direct.

The following dates were many days apart, but Shi Qingqiu couldn't laugh anymore, and his nose became sour.

"There is a girl beside her, and that girl laughs as much as she does. When they are together, she will be happier than the last minute, and will be happier than when she was with me, which is very good. I will do For things that are not possible, another person should do it for me."

It seemed that Wen Qinghan at that time appeared in front of him, the wind was light and the clouds were light, and he was free to come and go. He never said much. His eyes seemed to be filled with a sea, and he couldn't see through or see clearly.

Shi Qingqiu couldn't help biting his lip and continued to look through it.

"We haven't spoken well for many days. I really want to talk to her a few more words, talk about the weather these few days, talk about my parents who have become addicted to computer games recently. But I don't seem to be able to find it. When the opportunity comes to speak, then forget it."

The handwriting of the last period was a little faint, as if the pen nib stayed for a while, and then slowly rounded up.

The word "Forget it" made Wen Qinghan, who was indifferent by nature, so hesitant, Shi Qingqiu's heart ached without warning, and his eyes were red.

She didn't even remember what she was doing. In short, there was no Wen Qinghan in the picture in that memory.

They rarely met during that time. Even if they met, they just said hello and left.

"She asked me out today. I knew I shouldn’t agree and shouldn’t go close, but I wanted to see her and I couldn’t help it. She officially introduced the girl to me, and she said,'This is my girlfriend'. When I say a word, there seems to be light in my eyes, so she is what I want to see most, so it doesn't matter if it's not me."

Shi Qingqiu's eyes were covered with a layer of mist. Through the mist, she saw traces of water soaking at the bottom of the page, like a drop of water, and a faint black ink was wiped away.

A picture appeared in front of her eyes, when the tears were dripping, Wen Qinghan wiped it hurriedly, without even noticing the ink on his hands.

With shaking hands, she turned page by page, looking at each page, reading Wen Qinghan's diary only after a few days or weeks. In other words, it is not an exaggeration to be a weekly diary.

"She doesn’t need me anymore in her life. That girl did many things for her that I wanted to do but couldn’t do. If I was given a chance, I would also like to make milk for her once and lie down with her. Talking on the grass, there are only two of us. However, there is no if in this world."

"I miss her so much, I can bear it, I know I can bear it."

"She cried. The first time I saw her cry because the girl was gone. I don't know why that person doesn't want her. I want to comfort her. I want to hug her. I want to make her armor to protect her. But I haven’t held her before, and I don’t know how to comfort her, nor how to tell her that I want to protect her."

"I want to give it a try and hug her."

Shi Qingqiu closed the diary abruptly and hugged it in his arms, tightening the hand holding the notebook, eyes swelling and tears streaming down his cheeks.

She covered her mouth, but the choking sound still came out of her fingers: "Wen Qinghan, how can you hide it from me for so long? How can you hide it from me for so long..."

She thought it started when she graduated, perhaps on a certain day when they met, or perhaps on a certain day when they came home and the two families were together, Wen Qinghan's mind began to be different from the past.

But she couldn't think of it. Wen Qinghan watched her meet Qi Yue and watched them together. She even introduced Qi Yue's identity in front of Wen Qinghan.

That knife was pierced in Wen Qinghan's heart by her hand.

She held the diary tightly with tears in her eyes, and she couldn't get rid of what she had just read before her eyes. Every page was her, and every page was Wen Qinghan's affection hidden under the indifference appearance.

Shi Qingqiu's eyes were sore from crying, her tears seemed to be unstoppable, and her sobbing continued in the quiet study.

Her head hurts for a while, not knowing how long she had been crying, she took out her mobile phone and dialed Wen Qinghan's number.

Unexpectedly, Wen Qinghan quickly picked it up. It was quiet over there, and her voice was extremely reassuring: "Qingqiu, why haven't you slept yet?"

Shi Qingqiu sucked his nose, tears fell again, and pressed his crying voice and said, "I can't sleep, I miss you."

There was a rustling noise on Wen Qinghan's side, and then she could easily perceive Shi Qingqiu's emotions as usual: "I'll go back right away, you will wait for me."

Shi Qingqiu thought of the noise just now, like getting up from the bed. She choked to stop: "You stop me and lie back!"

It was quiet over there. After a few seconds, Wen Qinghan whispered: "Lie down."

Shi Qingqiu then gave orders: "Cover the quilt!"

Wen Qinghan said: "It's finished." Then he paused, and said in a low voice: "Don't cry, I care about the home, I will go back tomorrow."

Shi Qingqiu's eyes were whimpering with tears, and when he heard Wen Qinghan's comfort, he burst into laughter, "Baby Wen, why are you so disgusting..."

"Tell me, why did you cry suddenly?" This is what Wen Qinghan cares about most now.

Shi Qingqiu pinched the diary, twitched his nose again, and said plausibly, "Because you didn't go home on time tonight, I dreamed that you didn't want me, leaving me alone..."

"No." Wen Qinghan's tone became much heavier, as if he had risen from the bed again, as if he didn't know how to reassure her, so he had to repeat it again: "You believe me, I won't."

"I know you won't." Shi Qingqiu wiped his eyes, feeling severe pain in his eyes, "I just had a dream and couldn't help it all at once. You are not allowed to get up or move, and lie down well."

Wen Qinghan's gentle voice floated from the phone: "I won't move, you have a good night's sleep, you will see me tomorrow, I will sleep with you, and I will hang up when you fall asleep."

"No." Shi Qingqiu blinked and drove away the tears, urging her: "I am sleepy now. Let's hang up and sleep together."

Wen Qinghan said softly: "Okay, good night."

"good night."

After hanging up the phone, Shi Qingqiu was still sitting in the chair, curled up into the back of the chair, motionless.

She was distressed by Wen Qinghan for the excuse of crying just now, how could she not believe it, how could she be suspicious because of a dream, that sincere heart was held in her arms.

This night, Shi Qingqiu never closed her eyes, until the sky was darkly lit, and she was so tired that her eyelids were as heavy as lead.

She went back to the room and took a shower and took a nap for a few hours, trying to restore her energy. But when she woke up, she unfortunately found that a faint blue black appeared under her eyes, and her eye sockets were a little swollen.

She checked the time and called Jian Yizhi.

The brief at this moment is at the airport, far away from the people who are bidding farewell, and the phone vibrates in the pocket of the pants.

"Qingqiu, happy birthday." Jian Yizhi raised his eyebrows, his tone was very cheerful, "I just said to the ice cube essence this morning, just so, I will tell you again."

Shi Qingqiu sighed, "Is she still in your house?"

The short answer is: "No, I have come out, of course she is not here. I came to the airport to send a bomb, she went to the law firm to inspect work, and I went back in a while, she went to look for you."

Shi Qingqiu gave an "um", thought for a while, and asked: "Can you come back from the airport now? Let's see you."

Briefly, he glanced at the watch and then looked in Qi Yue's direction. The man kept a decent smile and said goodbye to his classmates.

Simply smiled and said: "Okay, it's okay with me anyway."

She knew that after last night, Shi Qingqiu might have something to say, or she might want to ask. In short, it must be all about Wen Qinghan.

They met at the coffee shop, Shi Qingqiu **** their long hair, wearing glasses, and makeup could not conceal all the fatigue.

Jane saw her in the corner with a single glance. Even if it is not as dazzling as the lens, her outstanding temperament and beautiful profile are very easy to be instantly locked out of the crowd.

"Qingqiu, what's the situation with you? My eyes are swollen like something." Jian Yiyi unbuttoned and sat down opposite her.

"It's okay, I'll just add some makeup later." Shi Qingqiu squinted slightly, feeling a little pain in his eyes.

In short, I didn’t ask too much, and said to her, “I have successfully completed the task you gave me. I can’t talk about other things. This person, Qing Han, don’t care if you have anything to do with you. Who is it, she doesn't listen to anything. So, just see what to do with her."

"What can I do?" Shi Qingqiu laughed, "I can't think of anything except scolding her now."

In addition to scolding, I want to bite. I bite for as long as I cried last night, biting so long that she can remember, and think about what's wrong.

In short, I just laughed and didn't answer.

Shi Qingqiu asked: "When I was in college, Qing Han had the habit of writing a diary. Do you know this?"

Simply shrugged, "I know, because she is very careful when she writes this thing and never gets people close. I still occasionally see her writing secretly, and then I guess it's probably a diary. She never mentioned it. And it's also very tightly hidden."

Shi Qingqiu smiled and said, "You pay attention very carefully."

"Isn't that?" Jian Zhi came into interest. "Sometimes I see her writing, and I want to care about her. I feel bored all day like what, and one day I get bored. Who knows, I'll turn around. She hid her body time, and asked her without answering, I was really convinced."

"Is it……"

Shi Qingqiu turned his head and looked out the window, as if he had seen the girl with a cool silhouette at that time, writing something with her back straight.

There is such a noisy in the bedroom, chatting about movies and TV shows, and chatting about gossip. Only one side is left alone, no one disturbs.

There was something wrong with her writing gesture, as if she was protecting precious things from prying eyes. No one was close to her, no one was close to her, and no one noticed her.

Even so, she still did not relax, but she was afraid that the secrets she had hidden deep in her heart would be exposed to the sun.

Outside the window, pedestrians passed by, talking and laughing, and withered leaves rustling down, Shi Qingqiu suddenly felt heartache.