It is not a heart that becomes more and more firm in missing each other, but a love that is blocked by time and space and gradually misunderstood.
Due to the time difference, there is very little time for the two of them to chat, and Zhou Shaoting seems to be working no matter morning or evening, and has almost no time to relax. Every time when talking on the phone or chatting on msn, Xiaoshi can feel that he is so busy that he has no time to take care of without saying a few words. He has never had as much fun as the two chatted on QQ before.
Gradually, the uneasiness that was inseparable turned into anxiety and suspicion, filling Xiao Shi with a sense of powerlessness. Cranky thinking became her only thinking activity after preparing the thesis.
If you love a little less, maybe you can be indifferent.
But she was already in too deep, and she could only watch herself doomed, while silently bearing the physical and mental exhaustion, while secretly cursing herself for what she had done.
And does that person really care about her?
In two months, Yan Xiaoshi lost weight rapidly. The face with a little baby fat was slightly sunken, the big eyes were gloomy, and the whole person looked haggard that couldn't be concealed, and there was a lot of preoccupation that didn't match his age. Although I can still talk and laugh, and attend lectures and study, there is always a numb feeling of absent-mindedness. Only when my mind is distracted, will it be particularly vivid and fully devoted. I didn't even hear my phone ringing
The roommate couldn't stand it anymore, "Xiaoshi, call!"
The girl came back to her senses suddenly, and hurriedly picked it up.
A middle-aged female voice with a delicate voice came to my ears: "Hello, is this Yan Xiaoshi? I'm Zhou Shaoting's mother. We met once. Do you have time on Saturday afternoon? I want to talk to you."
Her attitude was very polite and her tone was very peaceful. But Xiaoshi felt an inexplicable fear, from head to toe, instantly cold.
The sun on Saturday afternoon is very good, and the window seats in the cafe are the most suitable for enjoying the warm sunshine in early winter.
The coffee seems to be good too, an intoxicating fragrance in the room.
The middle-aged woman on the opposite side was well maintained, and her white and slender hands seemed slightly transparent in the sunlight. The faintly visible fine lines on the back of the hand indicate that the skin is no longer tight, but it does not have a mature charm.
At this moment, that hand was slightly tilting its little finger, holding a shiny spoon, and stirring a small cup of espresso. After a while, it elegantly placed the spoon on the tray, picked up the coffee cup and brought it to its lips.
The soft pearly red lips parted slightly, and he took a small sip of coffee, the corners of his lips were raised, and the arc was perfect and impeccable, as if he was very satisfied with the taste.
"Xiaoyan, did you understand what I just said?"
She called her "Xiaoyan" to show her status as an elder. Although she looked only about forty years old, her actual age was probably ten years older than the visual estimate.
The girl she called "Xiaoyan" reflexively said "um", but she was not sure, but confused.
The information in the words just now was too far-reaching, and her existing cognition had been fragmented, which was really unacceptable: Zhou Shaoting decided to stay in the United States and would not come back, and he was about to get engaged to his childhood sweetheart, the banker daughter What? It sounds like a bloody plot about the grievances of a wealthy family, and she is the sad civilian heroine.
However, when such a thing happens in reality, it loses the fairy-tale nature of lovers getting married. The correct ending is that the prince and princess live happily together, and Cinderella will always be Cinderella.
Xiao Shi didn't have time to digest her overwhelming doubts, when she saw the lady across from her wave her hand in the direction of the door, "Nan Nan, this way."
Accompanied by a very rhythmic sound of high heels, a tall young woman appeared in Xiaoshi's field of vision. Under the well-styled tube skirt, a pair of long white and slender legs, the prada letters on the light-colored handbag are shining in gold, and the well-fitting fur on her body is neither exaggerated nor old-fashioned, just bringing out her noble temperament.
The face of the middle-aged lady on the opposite side was already full of smiles, watching the fur daughter sitting beside her.
"Xiaoyan, let me introduce you. This is the Sun Xiaonan I told you just now. Shao Ting's fianc¨¦e, the daughter of the president of Shanghai Tong Bank, is now working in New York."
Xiaoshi felt that he should say hello to her, but he couldn't say anything, so he held the corner of his mouth dullly.
This bank president's daughter not only has an aloof and arrogant aura, but also has the fierceness of an urban elite, which is different from Yan Xiaoshi's imagination of *.
Sun Xiaonan glanced at the rustic little girl across the street, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, and then she was lazy to express to her, and only cared about greeting Zhou Shaoting's mother.
The two people, one old and one young, sat very close to each other, and it was obvious that they were very familiar with each other. Small gestures such as patting the back of the hand and touching the texture of the clothes showed the intimacy of the relationship.That night, she slept very restlessly, and the images of the past reappeared in her mind.
You remember, if one day we really separate, it will never be because of emotional reasons. ¡ª¡ªIf you can try to let go, maybe it will be better.
Did you understand what I just said? This is Sun Xiaonan, Shao Ting's fianc¨¦e You will definitely be together in the future. Except for you, no one is such a good match for Shao Ting In fact, Shao Ting has always had you in his heart He is waiting for you
The dazzling picture was smudged by the afternoon sun to create large spots of light, and the heart-piercing words were painted with fresh lipstick into an irreversible curse. The aroma of coffee is lingering, mixed with the smell of fur and perfume, and when the memory reappears, it exudes an almost rotten breath.
In the middle of the night, Xiao Shi woke up leisurely, and found that the sheets stuck to the corners of his eyes were already wet.
She lay in the dark, staring blankly at the ceiling, as if her strength had been drained from her body.
Suddenly a sentence jumped into her mind - "Check email when you have time". The waiter's templated smile was still in front of her eyes, and Xiao Shi felt a strange feeling in her heart.
She groped and climbed out of bed, turned on the computer, and opened the student mailbox. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com