To Make He Yu Regret

After graduating from my senior year, I stayed in the city where I was studying.

I became a professional painter in the painting academy.

And you choose to return to your hometown.

My mother and Aunt Xu have always been very good friends. After your beauty shop expanded in scale, they still chose to open near my mother's clothing store. Every year when I go home for the Spring Festival, I will visit Uncle Jiang and Aunt Xu and see you in their mobile phones.

In the photos you always smile happily, as if you have encountered many good things.

My mother called me on my birthday when I was 30 years old.

We talked on the phone for a long time and she talked about you.

You reopened your father's restaurant and invited my mother to play before it officially opened. My mother said that the decoration in the restaurant is more magnificent and magnificent than the Jiangjia Hotel she remembered decades ago. She mentioned that you are the female chef of the restaurant and she is full of praise for your cooking skills.

I said: "When she was a child, she dreamed of being a chef in her father's restaurant."

"Is there?" It seems that my mother doesn't remember.

"Yes." I'm pretty sure.

In the same year, the use of WeChat became popular among middle-aged people. My mother actively participated in group chats, participated in grabbing red envelopes, shared articles with me, shared emoticons, and played all kinds of weird little programs.

I became friends on WeChat with Uncle Jiang and Aunt Xu.

Naturally, I also added you.

[You have added "Chef Jiang", now you can start chatting. ] Is the only content of our chat box.

After a few months, suddenly you talked to me.

Chef Jiang: [Are you breaking up! 】

I thought for a while, then sent a question mark.

You got back quickly: [That's right, I think the photo in your circle of friends has been deleted. 】

I posted less on Moments. I did delete a photo the day before. I thought no one would find out unless...

I asked: [Do you look through my circle of friends every day? 】

On the other side of the screen, "The other party is typing", I entered for ten minutes.

You sent three words: [Nothing].

I don't know what to reply, and you didn't speak any more.

The conversation was aborted.

The next day, and the next day, a week passed.

Two weeks later, I applied for a vacation with my unit and bought a ticket to go home.

I didn't sleep for several days, but when I arrived at my destination, I was not sleepy at all.

There is a decisiveness in my heart to end a major event. I know my face looks fierce. When the manager called you out at the front desk of the hotel, his attitude was respectful, but he looked very hesitant.

The manager clutched the phone, not knowing what he said to you.

I stayed motionless, waiting for you in the lobby.

After several years of meeting with you, you wear kitchen overalls and walk with wind.

With crossed hands and frowning, you, whose expression is like a cruel female killer, stand in front of me.

It seems that the greeting greeting procedure does not apply.

"Is there something to do with me?" With a busy business face, you cut into the subject straightforwardly.

I must look cool, even if I ask very crazy questions.

"You ask me, ‘Did you break up?" Why is there an exclamation mark after this sentence?"

You looked at me up and down, and then asked confidently: "What's wrong with the exclamation mark?"

"With an exclamation point, it sounds like I can't wait, I'm very excited..." My voice lowered, and my momentum was short of you.

You shook your head, Yun Danfeng said softly: "I don't have one."

Maybe it's really not.

When you are not in a hurry, I am more and more mad.

Not to mention, I flew over from other cities just to ask such an unfocused question.

I lowered my head.

Don't know what to think, I spoke.

I didn't think clearly about what I was thinking, I just said it directly.

"Don't mess with me."

I said, "It was you who loved me all the time, but it was you who regretted confessing to me. Are you alright, don't provoke me, Jiang Xiaozhen."

You bite your lip, and the look between your eyebrows and eyes becomes gray for a moment.

It's bad, you see, I messed up again.

You were obviously not the one who was wrong, and you were hurt by my words again.

Actually, I shouldn't find you again. The problems that caused us not to be together in the past are still there.

You dodge and avoid looking into my eyes.

My self-esteem is too fragile, I am afraid of losing my head, I am afraid that I will be underestimated if I like it more.

I am worried and worried. After I confessed to you, there is no day to be happy.

"Oh." You answer me.

Tugging at the corners of your mouth, you continue.

"Not so much. I have been thinking about provoke you for so many years, and I have been thinking about you for so many years, so I seem to be sick. It is like fantasizing that I am the heroine of an innocent soap opera. , So sick."

"I used to love you, but I can still fall in love with others. It is normal to marry others and have children at an age."

I listened silently.

You took a deep look at me and sighed.

"So, I know everything, He Yu."

"It's just, it's just. I'm getting better and better, doing what I like every day, and knowing how to cherish myself. I can dress up, I laugh a lot... Make new friends, make money, When dealing with people, my parents are proud of who I am now. I feel that I am much better than before. Sometimes I wonder if He Yu will regret not waiting for me when I see me now."

Your eyes are red and you smile at me.

"I can't help but want to wait for you."

You say: "I'm afraid you can't find me if you regret it."

I raised my hand and wiped your tears with my sleeve.

Actually it was me who cried worse.

I broke down in the hotel lobby and cried, I don't know how to tell you, I love you so much.

You are more awake than I am, and you didn't cry for long before pushing away my hand to find your late anger.

"Why do you touch my face, touch it, do you want to be nice to me?"

I nodded vigorously: "Yeah."

You sniffle, your eyes hesitantly: "Don't want that fair-skinned girlfriend in your circle of friends?"

I tried to show my loyalty: "What kind of girlfriend does not exist."

"Ah, you are really on the road."

Scratching your head, you seem to have weighed morality and love for half a second, accepting your victory with a slightly burdened expression, in the meantime, there is a hint of joy that the hero defeats the strong supporting actress.

There are two embarrassing things. I am not ashamed to tell you when we hug each other.

First, when you talked about the heroine of the innocent soap opera, I was very guilty of you.

Second, the photos you saw in my circle of friends were sent by the small program my mother shared with me.

Measure the looks of your future partner, a small program with little technical content. After uploading a photo, it will automatically P picture, convert your photo to gender and send it out. For a while, my mother was very addicted to playing with this. She would let people try it when she saw anyone. She could be happy looking at the nondescript photos.

The result I was tested was also horrible, with an 18-level beauty dermabrasion plus a headgear and ponytail. The photo looked like a little girl, and even my mother could not recognize me.

But because of this, my mother refused to let me delete it. She thought it was fun to see me like that.

[As expected to be my son's girlfriend, beautiful [得意][玫瑰], I like [smile]. 】Under my mother’s positive comments, this circle of friends was not deleted by me... Until some time ago, I added you.

I am also waiting for you.

Saying this, the two of us are simply innocent soap operas.

After careful consideration, I decided to temporarily retain this beautiful misunderstanding of you.