Greedy.

But in fact, the contradiction is still not resolved.

Qiao Qing patiently waited for you to recover from your illness. Finally, on a sunny afternoon, he said, "Zhou Huai, let's talk."

During this period, you still slept in separate rooms, and you seldom touched, let alone kissed. That day, lightly touching the forehead was already the most intimate gesture in recent days.

But it's not a birthmark.Although Qiao Qing is very restrained, it's not like normal friends living together.

You think about it.

Living together like friends with unforgettable old love.The kind that both parties will never forget.

You want to laugh, but feel ridiculous.How did it come about?

You shook your head and said softly to Qiao, "Come on."

In view of the last bad breakup, Qiao Qing obviously hesitated before speaking.

Seeing it in your eyes, you suddenly doubted your decision - forcing people like him to look forward and backward, to be in a dilemma, this is not what you want.You just want to build a crystal castle for your little prince. There are no embarrassing truths and no betrayals in the castle. It is enough for him to live ignorantly and happily.

But it doesn't matter whether he can turn a blind eye to those doubts, as long as you don't go in, he can't be happy if he stays alone in the castle.Those self-righteous concealments... are all just wishful thinking.

No one can get away with it.

You raised your chin at him, trying to give him another ostentatious smile: "If you want to ask, just ask, this time I won't lose my temper."

Joe chuckled lightly.

You thought he was going to ask you about abnormalities three times, but you didn't expect him to speak after hesitating, but he didn't pursue those.

He said, "Are you still happy?"

You were taken aback, unable to say for sure for a moment.

Qiao Qing didn't want you to answer right away, he paused and reached out to hold your wrist.His always warm palm is actually a little cooler than yours at this moment.

"About... a year ago, we were on the top of the mountain, and you asked me the same sentence. We didn't hesitate at that time." He said, "I used to think that I could give you happiness. But I'm not so sure now .”

His fingers tightened slightly.

"Would it be better to let go...?"

"No." You interrupted him without thinking, thinking at the same time, is my state really that bad recently?

You interlocked your fingers with his backhand, almost holding his hand and shaking it in front of his eyes.You said unceremoniously: "You said you wanted to let go, but your hands became tighter and tighter. From the beginning, the reason I stayed was you. If you can't do it, I don't have to look for it. Pack up and hang yourself."

Qiao Qing was a little helpless, and pinched the bridge of her nose with the other hand.

"Sorry," he said, "I don't know how to get there ... I started off just asking 'are we going to continue'."

Seeing that you are still humming, he said again: "Actually, even if you said 'it will be better', I might not agree to it.... Maybe I just want a completely negative answer, I have no courage, so I want to borrow your hand."

A corner of your heart caved in slightly, and you felt that your heart was completely soft, but you still insisted: "It's because I like you."

"Yes." He smiled, "It's because you like me."

You were dumbfounded, thinking that he should give some color to his arrogant and pampered look, while holding his hand to your lips hesitantly, and kissing his slightly protruding knuckles with your head down.

The moment you bow your head, you think, you are used to it.

Just get used to it, it's fine.

"Okay, I've kissed you, I've been proud too, can you ask me what you want?" You spread your hands at him, "I'm in a good mood now, I can say whatever I can."

He lowered his head, then raised it again: "Is it all over?"

You thought about it: "It's hard to say."

"...Did you come out?"

"No." You didn't hesitate this time.

Qiao Qing didn't look surprised at all, but she still pursed her lips.

"Is it about me?"

You don't know why he asked this.He's sharper than you think.

Your Adam's apple twitched: "...Yes."

"The injury is also related to me." He said softly.

You were startled, and asked calmly, "Why do you say that?"

You think back quickly, did you blame him for anything in the past few days?But how could it be, indifferent at best.Ever since you found out, you've made up your mind to keep it a secret, and you never thought of asking for an explanation—or deliberately making him suffer for pleasure.

"You are in pain." He said, "When I am nice to you, you will be in extra pain."

"Two of your three changes were caused by something I did that caused your abnormality, and the last time, although the reason is unknown, you kept avoiding me after you figured it out. I tried to ask you several times, but you were unwilling to say. There are two reasons, one is that you simply don't want to mention it, and the other is that you know you can't tell me. And when we have conflicts, you are almost laissez-faire. When you look at me...a little sad but still refuse When I said it, I ruled out the first possibility. Why can't you tell me? What will I do to you? Will it affect our relationship? Or... I will be more sad?"

He smiled—very shallow, as if it would dissipate immediately: "I knew then that it should have something to do with me."

"I just haven't figured out what to do." You subconsciously deny, "It's just to vent my anger."

"No." He bent his eyes at you, "You won't."

You remained silent for a long time before whispering, "Who knows."

"You once told me 'you crawled out', probably because you wanted to say goodbye to the past completely—although you don't want to take the credit, but it's more or less my credit." He smiled again, this time with a much deeper smile, " Then I think that if the faith collapses, the problem should also be on me.”

"You think too highly of yourself."

Qiao Qing only clasped your hand.

"The wind chime and the bookshelf both have my own imprint. If it can be connected to anything in your past, it can only be me. I don't know what role I played by accident, but judging by your reaction, it probably doesn't. How much better will it be, the difference between the principal offender and the accomplice."

"...I just don't know," he smiled, a little hesitant, "If I was inadvertent, how could I cause you so much harm. And if I just let it go... how could I let you go ignore."

"The first time I remember seeing you was next to that vending machine." Qiao lightly raised his eyes to meet your gaze, "...But you, it seems not."

"Except for the time you told me, it's more than that, isn't it?"

Should I say it?Still silent?

You let go of your hand, but Qiao Qing still clasped it tightly, refusing to let go.

"How did you come up with that?" you say.

This is an admission.

Qiao Qing said: "Our first meeting - I thought it was the first meeting, you looked very bad, and your behavior... didn't look like a stranger. I thought it was asking for help, but now that I think about it, there may be other meanings .”

"What do you mean?"

"I'm a little wronged, and I'm also a little dependent." He pondered for a moment, "After getting along for a long time, I always feel that even if I'm in a difficult situation, if I just met you, you wouldn't say so much."

"...and dumplings." He said, "You are so wronged, it doesn't look like a dream."*

You look at him blankly.After a long time, you let out an "ah", and the smoke-like memories gently lifted up an old dream.

It's like being dusted.

And many tastes, when it comes to export, it is just a simple sentence "you remember it all".

"Well," he said softly, "I remember everything."

After a while, he shook his head.

"I still can't figure it out. If you just watched me as a passerby, then you wouldn't be so dependent on me." He frowned, "And if you said--touch the head, dumpling, fold grass It's all true, why I don't have the slightest impression."

"I've been in touch with you, haven't I?" he asked.

"Ah."

"But..." He pinched the bridge of his nose, "My previous memories are coherent. I can't fit you in."

You wanted to tell him the reason, but suddenly you felt blessed.You grabbed his arm suddenly: "You always have family and friends, right? What about them!"

He looked very dazed.

"If your previous memories don't make you suspicious, then there is always someone else in your memory." You looked at him almost begging, "But now it's just the two of us! Didn't you notice? The shops on the roadside are closed Well, your family hasn't contacted you, and we haven't even seen anyone else for so long."

He seems to be having a hard time understanding what you're saying.

Your hand gradually loosened.

Even if he almost guessed your experience, he still turned a blind eye to such a conspicuous environmental anomaly.Just like the time he went to a restaurant that was abnormally closed, he was also abnormally indifferent.

It's as if someone told him to bypass this block.

You suddenly bowed your head and smiled.

Yeah.

There is only one madness.

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*Please refer to Chapter 15 for details of the "dumpling" part=w=