ink dyed reeds

At first, I felt that people like Lu Mo were far away from my life.

So when I received that text message for the first time, I was a little flattered and surprised, followed by panic.Why did Lu Mo invite me to dinner?Or is it because I picked up her key fob?Because I just ordered a drink at Muxue that day?Besides, does such a trivial matter really need to be invited to dinner?And where is the "Bamboo Light" restaurant? Is it expensive and high-end?

Confused, I showed the text message to Gu Qin, so Gu Qin also became confused.

Regarding my various questions, the two of us finally reached a consensus: Well, Lu Mo has such a good tutor, she must be the one who should repay her kindness with a spring.

But what is reassuring is that it is said that "Bamboo Light" is a restaurant with a beautiful environment and a variety of dishes, and the price is very gradient. I thought, as long as I order some home-cooked dishes that are approachable and affordable.

I feel sorry for not being able to attend the school celebration to support Lu Mo.In order to make up for my little guilt and regret, I went to Zhuguang early that day.

When the cup of tea bottomed out, the door of the compartment was pushed open.

I thought it was Lu Mo who arrived early, but when I looked up, I saw a tall and straight young man in a black suit walking in, with an indescribably similar look to Lu Mo's.

He nodded at me and said, "Hello, my name is Lu Yan."

Lu Yan... I was thinking about this name, and he had already explained: "Lu Mo is my younger sister."

He asked how Lu Mo and I met, and I told the truth. I did not hesitate to praise Lu Mo in my words, expressing my yearning and admiration for his experience.

Lu Yan was still expressionless after hearing this, poured himself a cup of tea, and said, "It's just some idle business."

I think of the way Lu Mo sang quietly with his guitar in his arms that day, and the lyrics she wrote word by word. He must not know how charming and elegant she was at that time.

I feel a little angry.

Later, during dinner, Lu Mo told me: "Actually, you don't have to say that to defend me."

"I may be a bit self-righteous. But," I took the ice sugar pineapple porridge brought by the waiter, "those are true words."

Lu Mo supported her head, her long curly hair loosely tied on her right shoulder, she said to me, "Ruozhi, I'm very happy."

I think this pineapple porridge is too sweet.

Lu Mo often invited me to dinner at the beginning, and gradually I felt that the slight barriers and embarrassments in my heart had disappeared, especially when I knew that she didn't eat coriander and preferred to drink milk rather than wine and fruit juice.

It's very comfortable to listen to Lu Mo.She told me about the first time they sang on the street, about their residency at DOC, about the clinking cans hanging from the ceiling at Lelabar in New York and Chef Tinto in Philadelphia's preference for Basque-style wine .

One evening when Gu Qin returned to the dormitory, he found me lying on the table, and asked me in surprise, "You didn't go to dinner with Goddess Lu Mo?"

"Your goddess has gone to Shanghai." I replied wearily, and then suddenly realized, "So all our intersections are about eating?"

In fact, I have always felt sorry for Lu Mo who accompanied me to eat fish hot pot just after returning from Shanghai that day.

She was right, I could look heartless and pretend to be relaxed to have a happy fish hot pot.

But when I saw Lu Mo closing the car door and walking towards me, I didn't want to disguise my feelings at all.

Maybe since then, her calm to somewhat indifferent eyebrows and calm to slightly distant demeanor can bring me a stable and strong sense of security, which makes people want to rely on them involuntarily.

So that night, probably because Lu Mo bowed his head so gently and patiently, I finally half-jokingly said that I was frigid.Unexpectedly, she also smiled, and her outline became deeper and deeper under the moonlight, reminding me of the goddess of the night in Western mythology.

She said so did she.The sycamore tree behind him rustled in the evening wind.

She asked me: "Have you had a fight with your boyfriend?"

I suddenly felt that this misunderstanding was so frustrating that I felt chest tightness: "No, it's not. It's not a boyfriend."

I told her about Zhou Yuchen.

Zhou Yuchen's mother and my mother were good friends when they were young, and they suddenly got in touch one day after work.Zhou's mother knew that my family's financial situation was not good, so she continued to support my education and life.Zhou Yuchen and I grew up together and played very well.Later, Zhou Yuchen was admitted to P University, and he told me that he liked me the day he received the notice.

"Then do you like him?" Lu Mo's voice sounded, steady and low, like a baritone violin.

"He has always been very kind to me. Naturally, I am very grateful to him and the Zhou family." I smiled helplessly and continued: "I went to visit Uncle and Aunt Zhou before, and he sent me back."

"Yeah." Lu Mo snorted softly, which was very nice.

"On the way back, he..." I tugged on my cuff, a little embarrassed, "He wanted to hold my hand..."

I paused, but Lu Mo didn't speak.

I sighed: "I opened his hand."

After a moment of silence, she asked, "Then?"

"He may be a little angry, or sad. He said, I didn't expect you to hate me so much."

Zhou Yuchen's hurt expression flashed in my mind that day, and my heart was sour: "I don't actually hate him, really. But, it's not just him, every time a boy shows affection for me and tries to get close to me I feel an indescribable disgust when it touches me. It has nothing to do with the person, I just simply hate the act of that intention."

"Because I don't like it. Or, I don't like it enough." Lu Mo smiled, "But you should treat him with the former."

"Huh? How do you know?" Lu Mo dragged me to her side, and a bicycle team of more than a dozen people quickly passed through the place I just walked.

I thanked her and continued to say: "People say that when you meet someone you like, you should have a feeling of heartbeat, and you will feel overwhelmed when your heart beats faster. I have never felt this way about him. I have always regarded him as a good friend. Oh yes, it's like the saying 'brother'. So I rejected him that day. But Zhou Yuchen said that I just didn't realize it, and he was willing to wait."

"Not all the waiting is meaningful." Lu Mo led me to an alley, next to a cafe with a black shed and red umbrellas, and scorching red cannas blooming on the side of the wooden fence, "You don't need to burden yourself .”

She slowed down and approached me, and I moved towards the wall on the left.

"But..." What I wanted to say was forgotten, and I realized that Lu Mo and I seemed to be a little...too close.

Her right hand supported the wall and moved closer to me. I had to turn slightly to avoid it, and my back was pressed against the stone wall.

Lu Mo leaned over slightly, and with a movement of my left hand, I hooked her finger.

I retracted my hand at a loss, feeling something was wrong.

She blocked the light of the street lamp, and I was shrouded in her shadow.

"Lu Mo?" I called her softly, but I only saw her eyes gradually dilated in front of my eyes, and the pupils were as quiet as a blue lake in the night.

Breathing and smelling, the tip of her upturned nose has touched my cheek, I dare not speak, I just feel like my chest is beating a drum.

A few strands of black hair slipped from her ears and brushed against my lips and chin.It doesn't have any strong fragrance, but at this moment, I actually feel a little drunk to the point of dizziness.

Her lips slid to my right ear, and I could even feel her warm breath on my ear.

The deep viola-like voice seemed to be tainted with bewitching, and I almost fell into this suppressed voice. Lu Mo was asking me: "I'm so close to you," and my lips could touch her cheek within a few feet , "Do you feel disgusted?"

It was as if the black keys of the bass part of the clavichord were jumping beside my ears, as if being swept and wrapped by gusts of sea breeze with the breath of waves, my chest seemed to be unable to bear the heartbeat that was about to burst, my cheeks were burning, and I felt The whole body was so hot that even breathing became difficult.When I felt that I was about to spontaneously combust on the spot, Lu Mo backed away.

I breathed the slightly cool air, and understood what it meant to feel my heart beating to death.

I basically wandered back to the dorm.

"Yo back?"

"Uh, did you run into a ghost?"

"Wow, what is this? Pear paste candy?"

"Omg! And Teuscher chocolate!"

I bumped my forehead against the edge of the bed, but I couldn't feel the pain.

I just hope that Gu Qin can eat quietly and let me calm down.

Lu Mo, how can you say that you can't affect my life?