Chapter 11

"In college, will you continue to play football?" She asked, for she couldn't think of anything to say.

"No! I still want to study hard! " He replied, and with that he looked at her.

The unimportant left hand was unfolding and closing uneasily on her leg, and she suddenly felt that she had lost her appetite.

"Well, so it is! The course of Architecture Department is very complicated. But you, you're OK She laughed unnaturally.

He also laughed and asked her, "what about you, when will you leave?"

"It's the twenties. I'll prepare something during this period." She replied.

Then there was silence, only the sound of the engine of cars passing by occasionally, the voice of talking in the shop, and the sound of music.

Neither of them moved, but sat quietly.

"You eat first. I'm ready. I'll go first." She quickly got up, picked up her purse and key, and said goodbye to him.

"Shiyuan -" he called out to her.

Her foot was nailed to the ground and couldn't move forward at all.

"What's the matter?" She turned and asked him.

"Take care

She would rather he said nothing than leave.

But how could she forget his look?

She squeezed her hands tightly and stood at the door, unable to get out.

"Really, no, have you got a chance?" He came after her and asked her softly.

Opportunity, what opportunity, she knows very well. However, after so much has happened, how can we go back to the past?

"I'm sorry, I'm leaving first!" She never looked back, the bell on the door rang, only Peng mufei stood there watching her bike ride away.

Her mind was full of his shadow. She thought that she could be strong enough to forget him. She thought that she would completely dilute the memory of Peng mufei after her experience with Wang Zixuan. However, when she met again, she found that she had never let go.

It doesn't matter. It's only a month. There are four years to come, even more. Time will change everything, distance will change everything, across the vast Pacific Ocean, everything will change.

The night wind blew away her tears, and under the night, she showed her own signature smile.

That night, she and her uncle and aunt watched TV and chatted with each other, told about their experiences in Japan, and showed them the photos.

"This is a good one. It's a beautiful picture of you." Said my aunt.

"Not only this one, every one is beautiful!" My uncle said with a smile, "Shiyuan, are you looking for someone to take this picture? You are very lucky. Everyone who takes pictures is very professional

Shiyuan didn't understand why her uncle said so. Her uncle explained: "professional photographers will grasp the soul of the people and scenery they are photographing, and know what kind of instant photography will produce the best effect."

My uncle pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and continued: "the photographer, it's very accurate to grasp your soul!"

Shiyuan smiles bitterly, because these photos are all taken by Wang Zixuan. They are just strangers. What about soul? However, because my uncle is very good at photography, he took a lot of valuable photos, so she still believed his words. However, Wang Zixuan --

Oh, forget it. What are those useless things to do?

In view of her uncle's expert opinion, Shiyuan said, "I can't see it. I don't believe your words."

"Silly girl, it's not good to make you so beautiful?" My uncle said with a smile, "I see, we have to choose some of the best ones, enlarge them and hang them at home!"

"Forgive me! Forget it, I'll put it away I'm just scared by the travel.

"Let's forget it. Let's choose some of the dress photos taken when Shiyuan gets married and hang them at home." My aunt laughed.

Marriage? Shiyuan's hand to organize the photos suddenly stopped, and the matter of that night came to her mind again. Are you married?

Seeing her kneeling in front of the tea table, her uncle and aunt thought she was shy.

"Silly boy, do you still want to be single? We will never agree! " Said my aunt.

"Oh, don't tell me. I'm only sixteen this year. If I want to get married, I'll wait until I'm 30! There are still many years to go She didn't seem to care about this kind of thing very much, but her uncle was so surprised by this sentence that she gushed out a mouthful of tea, and her aunt quickly wiped it for him.

"Look at you! I go to school, and I don't know how many years it will take until I graduate from my doctor's degree! After graduation, I have to go to the hospital to work. How hard is the doctor's work? You don't know, where there is empty love and marriage! I'd better talk about these things later Shiyuan looked at her uncle and aunt's face with an unacceptable expression and said with indifference.

Aunt seems to suddenly think of something, asked: "Shiyuan, that Peng mufei, you are not in love?"

This name, now more than Wang Zixuan let her heart uncomfortable. She and Peng mufei ended when they didn't start, and this life will never be possible again. So she didn't want to hear his aunt say anything about him."Don't make a blind guess. How can I fall in love with him? It's just a classmate. " Shiyuan took the whole picture and said, "the relationship between him and Yixuan is much better than that with me. I haven't said much to him. You can talk about these words at home. If they are spread out, I really think what he and I are doing! What an embarrassment

With that, Shiyuan went back to her room with the photo.

"Is she hiding something from us? I don't think Shiyuan and Peng mufei are as simple as ordinary students! " Said the aunt.

"Don't worry about it. Nothing will happen to you!" My uncle advised.

My aunt sighed and happened to be on TV about Wang's Oriental Bank injecting capital into Japan's s bank. Shiyuan was supposed to go to the kitchen to get milk to drink. As soon as she got down the stairs, she heard Wang Zixuan's voice on TV, and her heart beat faster.