I Don’t Want This White Moonlight Anymore!

Zhao Yinqing turned on the light in the past, and the room instantly became bright.

She turned to look at Sun Lu again. He stood in the original position with a red mark on one side of his face. He wanted to look back without a smile.

"You can roll." Zhao Yinqing said.

Sun Lu touched his face, "Hey", and said, "Have you kissed that man? How do I compare to him?"

"Why do not you go to hell?"

Sun Lu felt like he was abnormal. Even if he was scolded by Zhao Yinqing to death, it seemed to be much better than the previous ignorance, and it was quite cool to be scolded.

Are you crazy?

How could there be such a perverted idea?

Zhao Yinqing took a change of clothes and went directly into the bathroom, slamming the door with a loud sound, and after locking it, he stood on the sink.

She looked up at the people inside, with a bleak complexion, where there was still the youthful publicity that she should have at this age.

It's only two or three days after a loss of love, why are you so lifeless?

She scratched her hair irritably, and for a long while, the sound of opening and closing the door came from outside.

She opened the toilet door a gap, looked outside, no one was left, and then went out and locked the outer door, and finally took a hot bath with peace of mind.

Lying in the hot water, letting go for a while, suddenly raised his hand and touched his lips.

The intimacy that I wanted most in my previous life was so easy to get in this life.

The point is that she is not happy at all.

Zhao Yinqing slowly closed his eyes and sank himself to the bottom of the water, allowing the warm water to cover his face, using this little time to cleanse himself down.

When the New Year's Eve was approaching, Zhao Yinqing received a call from Yan Qiaochun and said happily that he would have a meal together and tell her something.

Zhao Yinqing directly replied that there was no time.

Yan Qiaochun nagged and didn't give up.

Zhao Yinqing can understand her feelings and the excitement that she wants to share in joy, but she is really not ready to face Fu Ze. Although this is a bit selfish, Zhao Yinqing really does not want to see him, so she can only Choose to reject your own mother.

She didn't want to stay at home either. She spent most of the day hanging around outside. Sometimes she fooled around with Dou Na, sometimes she was alone in the library. Later, she was really bored, so she told Zhao Zhengyang back to City B.

It's rare for the two father and daughter to dine out together. Zhao Zhengyang said: "It's about to celebrate the Chinese New Year, and they will run out? Not to mention that the school is not open, and there is nothing to do after going."

"A classmate didn't go home, I will accompany her."

"Which classmate?"

"You don't know the person in the same dormitory. Her mother died before, so she doesn't go home during the Chinese New Year. She usually lives in the school dormitory. However, most of the classmates left during the winter vacation. It was not convenient to live there. I happened to be able to join me in the past. "

Zhao Zhengyang smiled: "It sounds like you are doing charity."

Zhao Yinqing also laughed and said, "You just think so, anyway, your daughter didn't do anything wicked."

"It's up to you. Anyway, you are now in your junior year. It is normal to have your own ideas and life. I will not interfere." Zhao Zhengyang drank his mouth, "When will I go? Let Tang send you."

"No, I take the train by myself."

"Okay." Zhao Zhengyang nodded, and thought of another thing, "Are you sure you want to go abroad? Think it through? Foreign countries are not better than domestic ones, and they are really unfamiliar with people. There is one thing we can't help with right away."

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, there were heavy traffic and warm light spreading on the lined buildings. Zhao Yinqing lowered his head and was silent for a while, and then said, "Think clearly."

In fact, she is not a person who likes to change the status quo, and she is not willing to jump out of the comfort zone. She does not like trial and error, and is afraid of the huge damage caused by the change.

But don't think about it, only trial and error will not make mistakes. Many times in life, just like doing business, the benefits and risks are proportional.

Living so bad in my previous life is not unrelated to this kind of character.

And in this life, Zhao Yinqing still didn't live out any kind of person in this place, on the contrary, he created memories that he didn't want to recall in both his life.

That being the case, then leave.

Leaving this environment and staying away from these people, whether cowardly or evasive, can sometimes be a solution.

The next day, Zhao Yinqing went to City B with his luggage, and went to the rental room to rest for a long time. After Chen Yange got off work, the two had a meal together.

There is no one in the school, and Zhao Yinqing's rented house is big enough, she proposes to let Chen Yange move over.

Chen Yange said, "No, I rented a house myself."

Zhao Yinqing was surprised: "You won't live in school next semester?"

"Well," Chen Yange nodded, "I'm not a person suitable for group life. I can't fit into that circle. I'm better off alone."

This is true. Although it can be seen that Chen Yange is trying hard to cater to them, it seems that she always feels out of place.

The two chatted about the situation. After Zhao Yinqing said that she had broken up, Chen Yange only raised her eyebrows unexpectedly, and did not specifically comfort her, only saying: "Normal, who has not lost a few loves."

Upon hearing these words, even Zhao Yinqing felt as if losing love was an ordinary thing, and immediately felt embarrassed by the recent gaffe.

Then she talked about going abroad again, and Chen Yange smiled: "It's not bad to find a healing holy place abroad, anyway, your family doesn't lack money."

No matter the grades are good or bad, when going abroad, the coated gold is always different when it comes back.

"Does anyone else know?"

Zhao Yinqing shook his head: "No, I don't plan to let too many people know for the time being."

She also told Zhao Zhengyang not to talk about it at home, so as to avoid other things.

Chen Yange nodded understandingly, and then asked, "When will I leave?"

"Next month, the school has already applied for it, and now it's some preparatory work."

"I will give you a farewell banquet then?" Chen Yange laughed. "The confidentiality work must always be done. It is a bit unprepared for others."

"I'm leaving, I don't want to be too high-profile, I'll just tell you that anyway."

Chen Yange glanced at her, then changed the subject and started talking about other things.

One day later, Sun Lu chased her on the phone, but Zhao Yinqing didn't answer it, he turned to WeChat.

Ask her where she went.

Zhao Yinqing replied: Can you manage it?

He ignored this question and asked instead: Don’t you go home during the New Year? If it is because of the last time, I am willing to apologize.

Zhao Yinqing went back: Is it too late for you to apologize?

He said: Although he was late, he also expressed my apologies.

Zhao Yinqing sneered: It's too worthless.

He sent a few more messages, but Zhao Yinqing did not reply.

On New Year’s Eve, I went to a village with Chen Yange, had a meal at a farmhouse, stayed at a homestay for one night, and went back home the next day, and the rest of the time slowed down.

After knowing that I would leave, I also had the mood to pay attention to the minutiae of the city, the newly added stalls in the night market, the wonton stalls in the alleys, a special literary billboard at the exit of the community, and the old man's erhu solo downstairs.

The cookie-cutter appearance, abruptly noticed something different.

There was a young man living opposite Zhao Yinqing, who had met several times before, but had never communicated.

When the elevator encountered another chance, the other party smiled embarrassedly at her, and then asked: "Have you been resting at home lately?"

Zhao Yinqing said: "Yes, who doesn't rest during the Spring Festival?"

"That's right, didn't you go out to play?"

"There is no place for fun." Zhao Yinqing looked at him strangely, not knowing what this person was doing.

The other party was wearing a short white down jacket and a black woolen hat. His appearance was not outstanding, but Zhou Zheng was clean and a little student-like. Zhao Yinqing reasonably suspected that he might be a classmate of the same school.

Zhao Yinqing said: "We met at school?"

"I have graduated for two years and now work in an advertising company."

Zhao Yinqing said "Oh".

That being the case, this dialogue was deliberately struck up.

Zhao Yinqing touched his face. This hasn't come out of the broken relationship yet, is it going to bloom another peach blossom?

It turned out that the flowers seemed to be flowers, but they were not for her.

The elevator door opened and Zhao Yinqing walked out. He chased after him again: "Has your friend come to play recently?"

"Friend?" Zhao Yinqing thought about it. It seems that Chen Yange is the only one who has been coming in and going from her frequently recently. "Are you talking about the girl with long hair, big eyes, and cold temperament?"

He nodded and said with a smile: "She helped me last week, so I want to treat her to dinner."

"That's it, then I will help you convey the meaning and see how she responds."

The other party was grateful to Dade and quickly called up the QR code and added WeChat.

After entering the door, Zhao Yinqing stuffed the fast food he was carrying into the refrigerator, poured a cup of hot water, and then walked to the living room while sending Chen Yange a message.

She said that she was at work and would not end until evening.

Zhao Yinqing was surprised that the job of tutoring didn't even take a break during the Spring Festival?

Chen Yange sent a voice message and said: "I have found an educational institution in the past few days. It is relatively stable and the salary is fine. Although there is no need to go to work in the first month, someone will come to consult, so there will be people on duty here. Then I am a newcomer. If you don’t understand anything, just come over and take a look and understand the process."

Good fight!

Chen Yange's resilience is what Zhao Yinqing admires and appreciates.

The two had an appointment for a hot pot, and the location was Zhao Yinqing.

After the conversation, she went back to the house to sleep for a while, and got up at three o'clock to prepare the ingredients and the bottom of the pot. When Chen Yange arrived, she could basically start eating.

At the dinner table, Zhao Yinqing mentioned the guy opposite the door.

"What did you do for him? It's hard to forget."

"Just you downstairs. He dropped something. I helped pick up a few." Chen Yange recalled and found that she didn't even know what the other party looked like, but she still remembered what he picked up, paint and brushes. Painted."

Zhao Yinqing was stunned. When it came to painting, she thought of Fu Ze. She smiled a little, but quickly returned to normal. She joked: "Spring is here and the peach blossoms are blooming. Are you ready to pick it?"

Chen Yange has been besieged by life for many years, shrinking in the firewood, rice, oil and salt, she didn't take her head too much, and she didn't want to fall in love. For a time, she felt that love is a luxury and spiritual.

She was in a daze, and said: "People just express gratitude, normal human relations, this is not called peach blossom."

"Then do you accept this thank you?"

She said: "Let's talk about it."

"I even added people to WeChat, and I pushed it to you? But I checked his Moments. They were all commercial advertisement links, and there was no real information available."

Chen Yange said: "No, people may just say so."

Zhao Yinqing didn't think that person seemed to say it casually, but Chen Yange's indifferent attitude was so obvious that she didn't mention it much.

Halfway through the hot pot, someone knocked on the door.

Zhao Yinqing suddenly turned to look at her: "Do you think it is possible that it is the right person?"

Chen Yange stopped afterwards, her lips wriggling a few times without saying a word.

Zhao Yinqing threw the chopsticks away and hurriedly got up to open the door to meet the peach blossom that Chen Yange picked up by accident.

As a result, the flower outside the door was actually a flower, the rotten peach blossom that belonged to Zhao Yinqing.

Standing at the door, Fu Ze wore the same clothes as a funeral. His cheeks were clearly reduced. He reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth and said, "Is it convenient for me to go in?"

Zhao Yinqing didn't say anything yet.

Chen Yange flew up and kicked the door.

"You don't need to talk nonsense with the scumbag," she said.