Oh, dear! Fish me again

Tang Shu had just sat down next to Li Jingshang when Zhang Li stood up from the booth opposite.

He was wearing a simple linen shirt, and his bangs were a little messy, blocking the light and casting an obscure shadow in front of his eyes.

Their eyes met again, and Tang Shu seemed to have returned to many years ago in a trance.

That day, in the evening at the family compound, she handed Zhang Li a knife. The two did not exchange a single word, and just looked at each other like they are now, and they understood each other inexplicably.

So Tang Shu knew that Zhang Li remembered her.

The two boys opposite had drunk a few more glasses of wine and kept urging Tang Shu to have a toast.

"Is the campus beauty of University A so arrogant? She refuses to drink a sip of wine. Does she look down on us?"

Zhang Li sat down next to Tang Shu, took the wine in front of him and drank it directly.

The boy opposite frowned and looked at the two of them. Seeing that Zhang Li was not angry, he became bolder.

Joking and joking,

"Little Master Zhang, you are a hero saving a beautiful girl. This is more than just a matter of drinking one drink. You own a bar, so you know the rules better than us, right?"

"Ah."

Zhang Li did not refuse. He took the bottle, filled himself with six glasses, and drank them all in one breath.

After drinking, he leaned back on the sofa and finally looked at Tang Shu.

The staring eyes seemed a little aggrieved, and also like a question.

But more than that, there is an overwhelming longing.

*

Tang Shu suddenly stood up, turned around and left.

Zhang Li also stood up and followed silently under the gaze of more than a dozen pairs of gossipy eyes.

Tang Shu went downstairs, out of the door, and turned into the back street.

Zhang Li followed behind her without calling her or asking a single question.

He just kept his eyes fixed and walked without stopping.

Tang Shu sighed and turned around.

"Zhang Li, don't follow me."

The young handsome man continued to walk forward until he was only half a step away from her.

"What did you say?" he asked softly.

"I said, Zhang Li...don't follow me."

"Say my name again."

Tang Shu pursed her lips and looked up at him helplessly.

"Zhang Li, you..."

Being caught off guard and embraced, the man's face was filled with uncontrollable impatience.

"Sorry, I might... do something bad first..."

He swallowed his hoarse throat and rested his forehead against Tang Shu's.

He raised his hands to cover her eyes with irresistible passion.

Kissed.

*

After the kiss, he still didn't let go of Tang Shu.

In the past, I would not easily say "I love you", but now I am holding her, whispering to her over and over again.

"Shushu, I miss you so much."

Tang Shu struggled hard and backed out.

She looked at Zhang Li carefully and asked him, "When did you remember it?"

Zhang Li lowered his head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Shushu, memories may disappear, but faith will not."

"I've never forgotten you..."

Tang Shu frowned, "This is impossible!"

Zhang Li chuckled again and stopped explaining.

He suddenly leaned over and leaned his head on Tang Shu's shoulder, his tone was unfamiliar and coquettish.

"I think I'm drunk, please take me home..."

Tang Shu shook her head and reached out to push him away.

"Zhang Li, it's been so long. Without me, everyone's life has returned to normal. Isn't this good? So, let me go, and let yourself go."

"Is it normal?"

Zhang Li looked up at her and shook his head dejectedly.

"Shushu, this is not normal, not normal at all."

He raised his left hand and took off the watch with the worn strap, revealing several deep wounds on his wrist.

The cut went through the entire wrist, enough to sever the artery and vein.

It was covered in centipede-like sutures and was a deep flesh-brown color.

"You said that if I was too lonely, I would go to you, right?"

"I only remember you, but I can't remember who you are... I can't find you..."

"Shushu, I'm not okay at all."

*

Tang Shu’s biggest weakness is her soft heart.

Despite the condemnation of the knife mark, she still sent Zhang Li back home.

Zhang Li has now moved to a large flat in a luxury building. On such a high floor, there is even a medium-sized indoor swimming pool at home.

"Shushu, do you like this place? Can I give it to you?"

He put his arm around Tang Shu's waist and asked in a flattering manner.

Obviously, he was such a proud person before, but now he can be so humble.

Tang Shu shook her head, "What should I do with this?"

"So what do you want? What do you want when you come back this time?"

Zhang Li asked her stubbornly, "What is it that Ning Hao can give you that I can't give you?"

*

Zhang Li has always been sober, he knows that Tang Shu always has a purpose.

Even though he knew her intentions were not pure, he still took the initiative to give it to her.

"sorry."

Tang Shu apologized sincerely again, "I couldn't do anything about it before... I can't respond to your feelings. I'm sorry, please forget me."

It’s all the original body’s fault. She has such a big appetite and wants everything, one, two, three, four.

Tang Shu got the girl, but she didn't want to take responsibility, nor could she take responsibility.

Can only run.

"Shushu, it's okay."

Zhang Li said this as he unbuttoned his shirt.

He threw his clothes at his feet and knelt down.

"Whether it was an act or it was because I felt sorry for myself...it doesn't matter."

"I really love you. As long as you don't leave, anything is fine."

*

The young man had soft black hair and a pair of dark and deep eyes, which seemed to contain a bottomless clear pool.

He is tall, smart, ambitious, and now rich and infatuated.

You can act gentlemanly and gentle, or you can act cold and distant.

As long as Zhang Li is willing, he can charm any woman in the world.

But at this moment, he was only wearing trousers, kneeling on the brown floor with his long legs apart, kneeling in front of Tang Shu.

He crushed his pride and self-esteem in front of her and humbly begged her not to leave.

Tang Shu looked at him quietly. Her temperament was not at all obedient, soft, delicate, or sweet.

She just looked down at him indifferently, examining and considering him.

She lived alone on that hill for hundreds of years, helpless and relying entirely on her own means to survive.

Only loneliness and oblivion are Tang Shu’s most familiar friends.

The word love is too illusory for her.

"I'm sorry Zhang Li, I don't have the confidence..."

I don’t have the confidence to truly fall in love with something, and I have even less confidence to try to fall in love with human beings.

*

"Shushu, then you should pity me..."

Zhang Li stood up, walked to the edge of the swimming pool, and faced her.

Use a life rope to tie your feet to the huge quartz statue by the pool.

"If you still have pity for me, call my name."

He pushed the statue into the pool and tipped himself backwards into the icy blue water.

There was really no struggle, and he sank slowly.

Zhang Li in the past was not so extreme.

She had indeed hurt him and changed him.

Tang Shu sighed. It really is wrong to play with human feelings.

"Zhang Li."

She walked over, waved to the man at the bottom of the pool, and smiled at him as she used to.

*

"Shushu, if you pity me, pity me to the end."

The man, dripping with water, knelt by the pool, buried his head in Tang Shu's chest, and wrapped his arms devoutly around her waist.

"Now, can I do something even more extreme to you?"

He asked, looking up.

Tang Shu's breathing stagnated and her heartbeat became irregular.

"What... is too much..."

A strange smile appeared on Zhang Li's face.

"Allow me to kiss you anywhere."

"Allow me to worship my faith."

"Allow me to...have the moon above my head."

He lowered his head, carried Tang Shu on his shoulders, and strode towards the bedroom.

The corners of his mouth raised up in a triumphant arc, but quickly retreated again.

*

Shushu, my Shushu...

I won't let you leave again.