We didn't escape the seven-year itch

Yang Yuwei's tall back gradually faded away, Chu Yi took two steps forward only to realize that Song Mingke hadn't followed.

"Mingke?"

"Yeah." Song Mingke recovered and followed.

Chu Yi felt that Song Mingke was in a low mood, but he didn't quite understand.Why is it suddenly bad?It was fine when I came out of the movie theater just now.

"What to eat?" Chu Yi asked.

Song Mingke glanced around, and finally pointed to a Sichuan hot pot restaurant, "Eat hot pot."

"Row."

It was lunch time, and there were a lot of people in the store. The two didn't make a reservation in advance, so they waited for a while before they got their seats.

Song Mingke wanted to eat spicy hot pot, but under Chu Yi's eyes, she obediently ordered the mandarin duck hot pot.

Chu Yi was even more sure that Song Mingke was in a bad mood, because last time, Song Mingke also ate hot pot, but Song Mingke didn't show it at all.

Chu Yi asked tentatively, "What do you think?"

Song Mingke shook his head, "It's nothing."

"Anything you want to share with me?"

Song Mingke thought about it seriously, "There is nothing interesting recently, but I opened Weibo just now, and many people asked me why I haven't drawn recently. Let's go home after dinner, I want to go back to draw painting."

"Okay." Chu Yi nodded.

As soon as Song Mingke entered the house, she turned on her computer and began to draw.

Chu Yi looked at Song Mingke sitting on the bay window, basking in the sun, with a thin blanket on his waist and his back leaning on the pillow, thinking that Song Mingke really found a good and comfortable place for himself.

Song Mingke's mood became good again, humming an English song "Hey Jude" that the two of them liked very much, a Beatles classic.

When they were in school, they always listened together, each with an earphone, and walked round and round on the playground.

Song Mingke forgot the time when he was painting, so Chu Yi had no choice but to ask him to have dinner.

"See what time it is, aren't you hungry?" Chu Yi walked to Song Mingke's side.

Song Mingke looked up at him, and smiled at him, "I didn't pay attention to the time, is the meal ready yet? Now that I'm talking about it, I suddenly feel a little hungry, obviously the hot pot for lunch..."

Song Mingke stood up and put the blanket away.

Chu Yi stood beside him and looked at him, as if he saw Song Mingke standing by the lake ten years ago in an instant.

There is light in the eyes.

Song Mingke complained about his cooking skills while eating deliciously.

Chu Yi pouted, "Don't be picky and picky if you have something to eat, you won't die of hunger anyway."

Song Mingke listened to Chu Yi's words and nodded, "That makes sense."

Chu Yi couldn't help laughing at Song Mingke's serious look.

Song Mingke also smiled, "Fortunately, I can cook, unlike others."

"Others? Who?"

"Yang Yuwei!"

Chu Yi was stunned when he heard the name Song Mingke blurted out.

"Whether she can cook or not has nothing to do with me, we are just familiar friends." Chu Yi said doubtfully.

Maybe Chu's mother and Yang's father and Yang's mother had such a plan when they were very young, but it is already in the past tense.

Now he doesn't even know why Song Mingke mentioned Yang Yuwei.

Song Mingke ate with her head down, and finally just nodded.

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