Bamboo horse is not a gentleman

Chapter 38

Anger was like a fire covered in sand, suddenly extinguished.

Yuan Qing's eyes widened, his heart beat faster, his face was on fire, his brain was on the verge of hypoxia, and his whole body, mind and soul seemed to soar into the sky, completely in a mess.

"Since you don't want to answer, let me tell you—my heart has changed."

Yuan Qing suddenly raised his head, and happened to bump into Lu Bai's eyes as deep as lake water.

"My heart has become different from nine years ago." Lu Bai said slowly and solemnly, "This time, I will not refuse again."

"what?"

"I want to be with you."

In an instant, the sky is dark, the sky is dark, the sand is flying, the stones are flying, the sun and the moon are dark.

Women are very strange animals, and they are often surprisingly calm when they should scream the most.

Yuan Qing didn't seem to change her face, calm as water, but her heart was already shaken, she tried her best to make herself speak:
"Since when..."

He had already rejected her nine years ago, rejected her budding relationship.

Over the years, he has always cared for her like a brother or a relative, and she has learned from the past, and has always been careful to maintain the friendship between the two and maintain a safe distance of 1.2 meters. Relationships take a step forward.

After nine long years, when she had given up all the possibility of love, he came in front of her in one stride, so close that she could even hear his breathing and heartbeat.

The clock ticking in the restaurant didn't know how long it had been, maybe it hadn't been too long, but Yuan Qing had the hallucination of "distressed and dazzled", and suddenly found that the face of Lu Da writer's Wannian iceberg was slightly stained with a blush.

He coughed uncomfortably, and began to confess strangely:

"Although over the years, I have been writing about a life full of accidents, but in my own life, the most annoying thing is accidents. At present, my 550 million mortgage has been fully paid off, although the annual salary depends on the number of subscriptions and royalties. , but the basic range is between 50 and 80."

Yuan Qing: ...

"Except for going out to collect materials at my own expense, I usually stay at home, have no bad habits, have no financial or emotional arrears, and will never do anything to hurt the other party, let alone do things to kill myself. People who do this kind of thing basically hang up long ago in my novels. By the way, I don’t bother, and I won’t change it easily if I believe in one thing, so if you associate with me, you won’t feel insecure. Generally speaking Now, I can basically hold my son's hand and grow old together until death separates us. I know that you still have a lot of doubts and questions, but please believe me, now I can fully afford this feeling gone."

In Yuan Qing's memory, the writer Lu Da is not a man of few words, especially when he is doing bad things, there are piles of harsh words that don't need to be drafted, and all the words are critical, which is very annoying. The kind of death.

But at this moment, writer Lu Da had an extremely serious face, eloquent and eloquent, and Yuan Qing couldn't help but suddenly think: this kind of jumping, donkey's head is wrong, like a financial report, or like a financial report. How does the way of thinking that does not answer the question write a clear, interlocking and startling plot to solve the case?
Yes, she still has many, many questions.

Since when did you want to be with her?

Why didn't you say it until now?
Does he have a feeling called "like" for her?Or is it just a kind of peace of mind, a kind of family affection, an illusion formed by the accumulation of time?

But looking at Lu Bai's sincere, even faintly impatient, anxious and uneasy eyes, she couldn't bear to continue asking, and she couldn't even say the excuse of "need to think about it".

Well, distraught.

Maybe life is like a suspense novel, full of twists and turns, twists and turns, until the last moment, you will never know the ending.

Lu Bai will always be her treasured book of this journey of life where it is impossible to predict the ending.

And this suspenseful novel that I thought I no longer had hope, would never have a chance to open and see the ending, but now it opened automatically.

Yuan Qing didn't even know when the waiter would bring the appetizers, but the man opposite had already opened his napkin, picked up the knife and fork, and started eating.

At the moment she was dazed, Lu Bai stretched out his broad palm and rubbed it on her head, messing up her expensive hairstyle:
"Stop thinking about it, eat quickly, I can hear your stomach rumbling, don't rush to give me an answer, no matter how long it takes, I will wait for your answer."

As night fell, Yuan Qing, who came out of the restaurant, wrapped his windbreaker tightly, waiting for Lu Bai to drive his car from the open parking lot opposite.

In the night, the man's tall figure seemed to be a charcoal drawing drawn in the darkness, engraved in her memory.

Yuan Qing asked herself: Should I agree, or refuse, or should I break the casserole and ask the end before making a decision?
But as soon as she thought about these questions, her heart became even more confused, as if there were two little angels with wings chattering endlessly in her ears.

Angel A: "Why are you so reserved? You obviously fell in love with someone early on, but because you were rejected by him, you were so scared that you retreated for so many years, and finally gave up on yourself and went on a blind date, okay?! Besides——if those The blind date really agrees to associate with you, would you be willing? Also, why did your heart hurt like a convulsion when Lu Bai wanted to introduce her boyfriend to you?"

Angel B: "Wait, wait, you haven't figured out the situation until now! You also know that this guy has a dark belly, full of bad intentions, and he can't even turn a blind eye to a high-quality woman like Xia Weiwei, so why would he like her? on you?!"

Thinking of this, Yuan Qing found that he suffered from "angina pectoris" again, and his forehead also felt a sudden pain.

"boarding."

It turned out that before he knew it, Lu Bai had already driven the car over, opened the co-pilot's door for her rarely in a millennium, and asked her to get in the car very gentlemanly and considerately.It's a pity that I was obviously out of shape, my eyes were dull, I was as dumb as a wooden chicken, and I didn't understand the style. I succeeded in breaking writer Lu Da, and I couldn't help but stretch out the devil's hand and treat her to eat chestnuts.

"Ouch!" Yuan Qing cried out in pain, covering her forehead and glaring at the man.

"Get in the car quickly, don't be in a daze."

"Who is the one who just swore and confessed his true feelings?!"

"It's me." Lu Bai raised the corner of his mouth, "Didn't this open the door for the confession partner himself? But the other party was unresponsive and ungrateful."

Yuan Qing made a face.

In the cold night wind, the man had a playful smile, but the seriousness in his eyes was serious, unquestionable like an unbeautiful but extremely hard rock, which made her erratic heart settle down all of a sudden.

It appears he is serious.

I do!For a moment, Yuan Qing was about to blurt out his own answer, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed back his heart.

Lu Bai is a person who is proficient in building the world of words. He has a keen intuition for people's micro-expressions and inner activities that is different from ordinary people, not to mention that the other party is a childhood sweetheart who has been together for many years and has already figured out his temperament.He stretched out his big hand involuntarily, and rubbed Yuan Qing's messy hair:

"As I said, I'm not in a hurry. No matter what happens in the future, I will wait for your reply. So, before you promise me, we are still friends and the most equal relationship between superiors and subordinates."

Yuan Qing touched his forehead, raised his neck, and glanced at the tall man.

"Are you sure you are the most equal?"

Lu Bai suddenly smiled mischievously:
"Don't forget who opened the back door for you back then."

That night, Yuan Qing suffered from insomnia without exception. She could hear the ticking of the alarm clock on the bedside table, the sound of Ah Bai curled up in the kennel and biting his toy, the occasional sound of cars whizzing by outside the window, and Other distant miscellaneous sounds.

The silent night and the incomparable darkness act like a magnifying glass to magnify people's sense of smell, hearing, and vision. As long as there is a slight movement, it is like stepping on the nerves of an insomniac, making her upset like a cat with its tail raised and its hair spread. .

Yuan Qing couldn't fall asleep, and couldn't sleep no matter what, whether she opened her eyes or closed her eyes, Lu Bai's upright and handsome face hung high in the afterimage of her eyes like the moon in the sky, and it even made her feel sick. I had an illusion, the whole person seemed to have fallen into a distant and trance dream. In the dream, he didn't smile or speak. He watched her with her head bowed, her face flushed, and she forced a pink envelope into his pocket. hand.

Lu Bai raised his eyebrows slightly, and opened the envelope with a surprised expression.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

She dared not look at his face, listen to his calm breathing, or even listen to his answer.

But he still spoke, his voice was as light as ever, but there was a smile with an unknown meaning:
"Why is there no signature?"

"There are three typos."

"Please tell that lady for me, thank her for her great love for me, but I have no plans to fall in love during college."

Lu Bai returned the love letter to her, but Yuan Qing didn't accept it, but lowered her head even lower.

"What's the matter?" Although she lowered her head and couldn't see his face, she could feel that someone was staring at her, like a shadow under the moonlight, deep and hazy.

Yuan Qing was dizzy, his tongue was tied, and he stumbled and stammered for a long time before saying: "That, that, that was written by me..."

"I know." After a long time, she heard him say, "I'm sorry, Yuan Qing."

(End of this chapter)