Chapter 194

"But you have changed. It's a little different from before. " This was originally a sentence that attracted Fu Xiaoqian inexplicably. I don't know what will it be. She said it out of control. After that. She lowered her head. Pick up the spoon and stir the coffee that is slightly cold in front of you. I'm afraid to look at him.

"Has it changed?" Zhuo ran hooked his lips and laughed. It's just cold and indifferent in the smile lines. No temperature. "Maybe. At least in your eyes. It's starting to change little by little. " This time, Zhuo ran was laughing. He wanted to lighten the atmosphere of their conversation. But because of the faint sigh and loss in his laughter. Instead, it made the atmosphere a little awkward.

Fu Xiaoqian was a little surprised that Zhuo ran would say such a thing. So she looked up at him. That's it. Keep their eyes in the air.

In my memory. Zhuoran's dark eyes are always warm and moist with a touch of melancholy. It's cool and sunny. Because of his eyes. Always invisible to bring her some care and warmth. therefore. She had a kind of affection for him called dependence. She thought they would go through life like this. But I didn't expect to be so dramatic as a Liao Zhenbo.

How to say. Liao Zhenbo brings her a brand new experience. It always makes her feel like a roller coaster. Up and down in an instant. So scared. No Liao Zhenbo. Fu Xiaoqian may think that she is not a person who can withstand stimulation. She will feel that what she always wants is simple. Ordinary life. It doesn't need a lot of embellishment. Just warm enough.

But who let fate arrange such a character to appear in her life.

So. She's not like her anymore. It's like an adult who just found the fun of childhood. He began to live a life called retrogression of time.

Naive. somewhat.

But it's hard to stop.

Since I can't stop. What else can we do. Only sinking. Even if there is a sea ahead. Even if one day you will end up drowning in the sea. She just wants to enjoy the pleasure of wandering now.

So. She found out. It turns out that she is also a "bad" woman.

Because it's bad. She learned to lie. "I'm not a forgetful person." There's a kind of weight that the eyelashes can't bear. The thick, black, long eyelashes quiver a few times. At last it came down. She took away what she didn't want others to see in her eyes.

No. Maybe it can't be called lying. It's a blasphemy of art.

There is an art. It's called language art. It became art. It is because it is created and brewed as one's own unique existence by everyone. Be shown. Everyone has his own form of expression. There are billions of people in this society. There are billions of forms. What makes up the world.

Since it's art. Absolutely, it can't be discarded. And we should carry it forward better and more perfectly.

"Life is not a fairy tale written in pencil. Not when you want to forget. It can be completely wiped out with an eraser. I think that would be self deception. It's ridiculous. Because even if you erase those words. You can't smooth out the trace that the pencil once walked on. What's more, we were in that time. I've been treated with such kindness. It's beautiful. So why forget it

When Fu Xiaoqian said this. The eyes did not see zhuoran. I don't know, staring at a corner of the cafe. Or she's going through that lavender. Into the tunnel of time.

She was a student at that time. I'm very poor. Poor in social experience. Poor in life experience.

Because of poverty. So happiness is magnified infinitely. Because of ignorance. Because I like to be confused. So she thought life could be so simple. As long as there is sunshine. As long as there is rain and dew. As long as he's sitting next to him. Then her world is complete.

"Qianqian. I've had 10000 chances to ask you. What kind of existence am I in your heart. But stupid as me. So let this 10000 opportunities flow away from me for nothing. Today, when this problem comes to me again. I know it's out of season. But I did. Because I'm afraid I won't ask again. There will be no such opportunity. " Sadness is like a spring that doesn't block the spring. So from Zhuo Ran's eyes, mouth, eyebrows. From all directions. Toward Fu Xiaoqian head cover face to gush. Take her to this sad river.

And then guilt, guilt. A sense of debt welled up in her mind. Too much emotion. thousands of turns and twists. Enough to mobilize the most delicate emotions in her body. This is the first time. Fu Xiaoqian in front of Zhuo ran sour nose. A stream of heat flows from the inside of the body to the top of the head. Little by little, he was squeezed out of his eyes.

"You're fine. Really good. People say men are heaven. Women are the world. Men stand up. Women breed seeds and produce fruits. therefore. Heaven and earth and one. The world can be harmonious. Some people say that men are the sun, shining on the earth, women absorb nutrients in the arms of the sun, let the land fertile. The first time to update, so that the seeds thrive. Once. I always regard you as my sun. I want to go around you like this. It's not a kind of happiness. Because life is simple. But the world is fickle. That's what feelings are. No one is right or wrong. Only willing and unwilling. " One is willing to give. Of course, another person is willing to take it. Then love is perfect.Fu Xiaoqian stopped for a moment. Go on. "I am the executioner of this relationship. But I can't be that cruel. I think there should always be a place in my heart for you. No matter how disturbed by external factors. It's the same position. "

It's because someone's guarding her. The first time it's updated, it becomes clean. It seems to be a fairy tale. Add color to her wonderful life.

"Thank you. Qianqian. " Maybe it's exciting. Maybe it's emotional. Zhuo Ran's hand came from this side of the wooden table. Cross the middle line. It's getting closer to Fu Xiaoqian. But because of Fu Xiaoqian early wipe sleep. And embarrassed to stay in the same place. "That time in the rain. You turn so decisively. I thought my world would be washed down by the heavy rain. No longer complete. Because I lost my parents too early. I'm particularly afraid of missing. therefore. I began to try my best to repair that missing. You know what? I really worked hard. But it's all because people are weak. Before I could see you, I was strangled. I was disappointed at that time. I'm desperate. Then there was a revolt. "

When you say that. The expression on Zhuo Ran's face was cautious. His dark eyes were full of wisdom. Now because it brings a ray of calculation. And become extremely deep. therefore. The eyes turned into a lake of ice at night. There are too many unfathomable things hidden.

"Your resistance is the nail house." Fu Xiaoqian thinks that since he intends to mention it. I have lost the necessity of taboo. Dodging is a bit of affectation.

"Yes." Zhuo ran admitted that he was very generous. He wanted to keep the perfect image in Fu Xiaoqian's heart.

Fu Xiaoqian's eyes changed slightly. Point to yourself and ask. His voice was hoarse with his mouth open. "It's all because of me." It's not because of zhuoran's attitude. It's because of the reasons. Suddenly it made her heart a little heavy.

Zhuo ran just looked at her. No answer was given.

But now all the answers have become redundant. Because of Fu Xiaoqian's words. Although it's a question. But with a positive tone.

"Actually. A big part of it is me. I think. Since I can't give you any more hope. If there is still a tie between each other. It's more unfair to you. So why do we have to be in such a dilemma with each other? " Fu Xiaoqian is working hard. Try to pass on zhuoran's anger. She suddenly found out. In this love dispute. The most correct person is Liao Zhenbo.

She suddenly realized. There is no reason for love. It makes people blind. Trust blindly. Blindly to maintain.

Now she is not blindly to defend Liao Zhenbo. therefore. She laughed. This smile is like a sword inserted in Zhuo Ran's heart. Because it's too fast. There was no blood. Because he was not given any time to prepare. So when he finds out. It's enough to kill. "Zhuo ran. Take your eyes off me. I believe you will find more beautiful scenery at that time. Because my beauty is only for one person now. "

"No. no No Zhuoran is like a life escapee. He had a beautiful face. It's blurred between the left and right swings. But that pair of black eyes is full of flowing light. Seems to see the last straw. Reach out and try to hold on to it. "Qianqian. You are too simple. Social experience is still shallow. You can't resist Liao Zhenbo's magic. He is a butterfly among the flowers. He is the master of the world who can walk through thousands of flowers without touching his body. So now you're just blinded. Lost your own heart. I believe that one day the fog will be over. You'll know who's the one who left the light for you in your life. "

Yeah. Maybe. Fu Xiaoqian firmly believes that at least for the moment. She didn't regret her choice.

"Zhuo ran. You know that. I'm not perfect in front of you now. Maybe you've convinced yourself in your heart now. Don't worry about it. But you can guarantee that one day or one moment in the future. I don't feel sorry. " Fu Xiaoqian turns her eyes. A waiter has come straight to their position. Sweet smile. Like a rose in full bloom. Fu Xiaoqian deliberately lowered her voice. Like a sigh. "So why should we embarrass ourselves?"