Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 989 Ruan You'an: Coward
At this point, few students came back, and a few scattered people were sleeping, and they seemed drowsy and quiet due to the atmosphere.

There is a blurred light through the curtains blown open by the wind, and a ray of light falls on the table, reflecting a cup of strawberry shake ice, and two strawberry fudge. Tumbling, trying to bloom with enthusiasm.

That's her desk.

"Whose is it?" Ruan You'an walked over, confused, "I put it in the wrong place."

"Didn't you buy it?" Yan Yi was surprised, "I think it's been here all along."

"I didn't get it."

Ruan You'an patiently asked one by one, but found nothing.

This unsolved case has not been solved in the end. I don't know if someone made a mistake or what?

Yan Yi teased maliciously: "Maybe it was given by someone who has a crush on you?"

"That's also in person." Ruan You'an didn't believe it, "Who would do that."

"That's right, thankless effort." Yan Yi shrugged.

After all, Ruan You'an didn't dare to drink the thing sent by a stranger, and slowly pushed it away, the palm of his hand was stained with cold mist, who had touched this cup of Shake Ice not long ago.

Probably only the owner of the commissary knows.

But with so many people, who will remember.

The final destination is the trash can, and those two strawberry jellybeans were thrown away without anyone caring.

In fact, it wasn't the first time Ruan You'an received such strawberry jelly, but he had never eaten it.

After school, almost all the students in the teaching building have left.

Quiet enough to hear a needle drop.

The student on duty was walking out with the trash can, just in time to bump into Mu Junchen and say hello.

The young man was wearing a school uniform, shoulder bag, straight body, slightly nodded, his eyes inadvertently saw a strawberry jelly in the trash can, fell into the dirty garbage, and threw it away ruthlessly, his smiling face was still smiling clumsily. was taken apart.

His eyes froze and he didn't move for a long time.

After a long time, I came back to my senses, walked outside, took out a fudge from my pocket with one hand, unpacked it, and stuffed it into my mouth.

The sweet taste melts away.

Tired to vomit.

It is right not to eat.

The sky is slowly darkening, and there is a cloud moving in the distance, like big chunks of cotton candy, looking down on a hopeless secret love.

If the relationship between Ruan You'an and Mu Junchen eased for the first time, it should be that year's New Year's Eve.

Autumn harvest and winter storage, you come and I go.

new Year.

It was cold and snowy, and it was snowing heavily.

Ruan You'an was the only one in the empty villa. She slept all day and got up at night to cook a bowl of instant noodles, planning to hastily end this New Year's Eve.

In the circle of friends, the half-sister posted a group photo of the family of three, and the father's expression was very kind.

Accompanying text: Mom, Dad, and me.

Just because my elder sister said that she wanted to live as a family, my father could leave her in this house without hesitation, and enjoy the happy New Year outside.

Ruan You'an looked at it carefully, and gave her a thumbs up.

She had this kind of life before, and she almost forgot about it.

It turned out that now she was the one who was out of place.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a sudden knock on the door.

It's Chinese New Year, who would knock on the door so late?
Ruan You'an thought strangely, images from various horror movies kept appearing in her mind, she shuddered, and walked over to open the door: "Hello..."

In the snow, under the street lights.

The boy was wearing a black down jacket and stood in front of her. He was tall and straight, holding an insulated box in his hand. There were a lot of snowflakes on his long black eyelashes, and on the bridge of his nose. His skin was pale. He didn't know how long he had been outside.

It's a horror movie...

"Is there something wrong?" Ruan You'an asked in astonishment.

"The dumplings made by my mother were overcooked and no one ate them." Mu Juanchen's voice was cold and slightly stiff.

He stood in the ice and snow, she stood in the bright light and shadow, two worlds.

The cold wind came in, he was tall, and his back blocked all the cold wind for her at night.

Ruan You'an hesitated, her eyes slowly fell on the insulated box in the young man's hand.

Those slender finger bones were frozen blue, white and red.

The two of them are not far away when they get together, and the elders usually walk around a lot.

Even if he walked slowly like a snail, he wouldn't freeze like this, would he?

"Come in." Ruan You'an hesitated, then said softly, after thinking about it, she added, "You can't get in."

The girl was only wearing loose pajamas, with a fluffy bun, her hair was a little messy, her face looked smaller, her lips were red and her teeth were white, she stepped aside awkwardly.

Mu Junchen whispered, his voice drowned in the snow: "Thank you."

ah?

What the hell this time.

Who should thank whom?

They spent New Year's Eve together that year. The dumplings were stuffed with celery. They were steaming hot and steamed with white mist.

There are continuous sounds of fireworks and firecrackers outside, welcoming the new year and another year.

"Mu Junchen! This is really funny hahaha..." Ruan Youan laughed and fell on the sofa, tears were about to come out, she turned her head to look at him, bright and beautiful.

Like an old photo, or an old-fashioned movie, slowly frozen in memory.

Mu Junchen paused and watched the TV seriously. He didn't think it was funny, but the corners of his mouth twitched cooperatively.

How can anyone laugh like they are angry.

Cold and unpleasant.

"If this is the case—" Ruan You'an couldn't hold back, and leaned over seriously, pulling up the corners of his mouth, his eyes met, and his breathing intertwined. The latest time, "Laugh."

She would never know how violent his heartbeat was at that time.

Yes, she will know nothing.

In fact, it was the first and happiest New Year's Eve that Ruan Youan spent after her mother passed away.

It was almost twelve o'clock, Ruan You'an realized the time, froze for a moment, and urged: "Aren't you going home? Hurry up, it's almost the New Year's Eve! I want to spend time with my family——"

Mu Junchen turned his face to the side, and said in a flat tone, "They are busy with entertainment and have no time."

Ruan Youan joked: "Then we are in the same boat."

He hummed softly.

Does that count, a little closer to you.

Then the bell rang at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, and the sky and the earth were covered with snow.

"Ruan You'an."

"Happy New Year."

and also.

New year, I still like you very much.

The second half of the sentence was submerged in the blizzard and never uttered.

"Happy New Year!" she said happily, knowing nothing.

After graduating, they went their separate ways and rarely contacted each other.

Many years later, Ruan You'an may feel strange when recalling those years.

That strawberry fudge that has been going on for three years in high school.

Those countless blunt and youthful conversations.

That year's New Year's Eve boy's red fingers from the cold, clumsily fabricated excuses.

Countless details, many moments, why didn't you notice it at the beginning?

So I missed it again and again, regretting that it became the end of my youth, and there was no photo of the two of them in the graduation season.

He's a coward, and so is she.

The teaching building shrouded in midsummer hides too many secrets amidst the chirping of cicadas.

got windy.

graduated.

(End of this chapter)