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Chapter 82 If You Have a Lover

"I feel like someone is following me... First of all, you should know that my family does not have mental illness such as persecution delusion."

In order to ease the depressive atmosphere brought about by this story, Cheng Xuran said something jokingly.

What's going on in her family, Song Yanqing... should know best.

"How long has it been?" His voice was low.

Cheng Xuran did the math: "Nearly two months."

A lot of things happened during this period, and Cheng Xuran was a little tired psychologically. As a single woman living alone, facing such things, fear was inevitable.

"I'll go to your house tomorrow, address." He spoke concisely and his voice was calm and reassuring.

It didn't belong to her arms, but for a moment, a sense of security fell on her body, making people feel at ease.

"Room 1301, Building A, Unit [-], Chaolu Community, do you know how to get here? I'll send you the road map?"

"No, I'll navigate."

"Thank you."

The conversation fell into long silence. Sometimes I slept until three or four o'clock in the afternoon. The bedroom was quiet except for the clock. There was half-eaten bread on the bedside table. When I turned on my phone, there was no message on the dark bed. , the silent miles of loneliness will suddenly start to imagine the future life.

Will she get married, she doesn't know.

If there is a lover, maybe they will fall asleep hugging each other on a rainy day. The gray fluffy quilt still has the temperature of taking it out to bask in the sun one day, dispelling the damp cold, and it just wraps two people so that they can get close.

They will wake up in the morning and sleep in each other's arms, they will exchange a lingering kiss on the kitchen wall filled with smoke and smoke, the cat is crying for the rain to fall, which is a rhapsody, and they will spend every moment together in a gentle and trivial way.

If there is a lover.

Then be the most ordinary person in the world, my love is ordinary, my life is ordinary, my ideals are ordinary, life grows and hates like running water, and when the spring breeze crosses the South Bridge.

Occasionally, Cheng Xuran would think of Song Yanqing, his youth, him and his future wife, and what he would look like after getting married. Will he be able to restrain his frivolity and become unruly?Will the vows be taken in the wedding hall?Will you love someone with a smile on your face?

only occasionally.

After all, two people who have long been strangers, but she envisions a future with him, which is essentially an offense and an insult.

"Are you alone?" she asked.

"Just say whatever you want to ask, Cheng Xuran."

In the bedroom with a great sense of space, you can hear the pattering rain outside the window, black, white and gray, simple and atmospheric, the curtains are half drawn, and the shadows are vague and dizzy.

Song Yanqing turned on the projection screen, and was facing the big bed. There was no light shining, and the picture on the projection screen was clearly visible. He held the remote control with one hand to adjust the volume, and was wearing casual home clothes. Heavy rain, chuckled lightly.

"Living alone, does that count?"

Cheng Xuran's heart trembled.

Why until now, there is no one around.

Ask him or ask her.

In the background of the phone, the low and fluent lines of native English actors sounded. As the volume got louder, Cheng Xuran could hear it more and more clearly.

Song Yanqing kept his voice quiet at first, and then adjusted it two levels. Cheng Xuran couldn't hear it clearly because it was vaguely submerged in the sound of rain.

He asked, "Do you want to watch a movie?"

"What do you think?" Cheng Xuran was slightly startled and answered his words after a few seconds.

"Just look at it this way." His voice was mixed with a bit of casual indifference, and his words were even lower and more melodious than movie lines. "Just listen."

(End of this chapter)