follow my heart

"Oh," Meng Buqing turned his head to look at the road ahead, remained silent for three seconds, and couldn't help asking again, "but you look unhappy."

"Illusion," Ji Wan said in a flat tone, "I was born with the corners of my mouth down."

"..."

If he didn't dare, Meng Buqing would have laughed when he heard such a serious and inexplicably awkward tone.

She thought for a while to herself.

Looking around, this car is a typical commercial vehicle, not a popular mass model, but with the brand premium, the landing price will definitely not be cheap.

In the same price range, few girls would choose this kind of car.

Perhaps it was because Ji Wan didn't do the corresponding homework before buying the car, and was impulsively blown away by the sales hype. On the way back, she realized that the big car was difficult to drive.

Then not happy.

Meng Buqing looked at the slow speed of the car, and then at the posture of Ji Wan holding the steering wheel with both hands, and he was very sure of his guess.

He opened his mouth and said, "This car is really good, especially tasteful, low-key and noble, unlike other people who only buy cars by brands—"

Ji Wan interrupted her flattery, and said flatly: "I don't have taste, I just think commercial vehicles are more comfortable."

Meng Buqing thought to himself, looking at your driving expression, it seems that you want to pull over and walk. How can you look comfortable.

She tried to agree: "Well, although it seems that the big car is not easy to drive, but the big car is more troublesome than the small car. After you practice more, it will be different in the future."

Ji Wan's complexion became even worse: "You can just say that my driving skills are bad, it doesn't matter."

Meng Buqing: "..."

Such a difficult woman.She shrank her neck, bowed her head and remained silent.

Soon the car turned into the community.

Parking is another serious problem, with limited parking spaces and relatively large commercial vehicles.Meng Buqing stood in the rain holding an umbrella, and gave instructions after a few words.

He knocked on her car window and said, "Get down first."

Ji Wan didn't understand, so she thought she had bumped into something, she unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car and asked, "What's wrong."

Meng Buqing handed her the umbrella in his hand.

Then he got into the car, sat in the cab nimbly, restarted the car, "Stay away."

Ji Wan was taken aback, "Do you have a driver's license?"

"..."

Meng Buqing didn't answer.

She ignored the reversing radar, relying on her feeling, observed the rearview mirror and the marking line of the parking space, and backed straight in.A few handles will park the car squarely.

Get out of the car and return the key to Ji Wan.

Ji Wan was obviously stunned, her frown was not opened, and she asked seriously: "You should have a driver's license, right?"

"Here." Meng Buqing saw that she was so tangled, and said with a smile on purpose, "It's just a car park, it doesn't matter if you have a driver's license or not, my grandfather is a countryman, and I learned to drive with him in the country when I was ten years old. Scratch your car."

"That's not the problem, if you don't have a driver's license..."

"I have!" Meng Buqing interrupted her loudly, and squeezed her arm in a funny way, "I will pass the exam after graduating from high school, don't worry!"

Under the same umbrella, the bodies of two people are inevitably very close.

Ji Wan's body froze slightly, and she removed her arm without a trace.

Go upstairs in silence.

The corridors of old houses are relatively narrow, and two people walking side by side will inevitably touch each other.

Ji Wan quickened her pace and walked ahead alone.

Meng Buqing felt a little strange, but couldn't tell why.

Open the door and go in.

Meng Buqing naturally took the umbrella from her hand, and when he accidentally touched the back of Ji Wan's hand, he noticed that the speed with which she withdrew her hand seemed to be evasive.

Doubt is an illusion.

With an innocent smile on her face, she put the umbrella on the balcony to dry, and when she came back she said coquettishly, "I'm so tired today, I haven't had a good rest all day, can I give you a hug?"

After saying that, without waiting for a response, Meng Buqing opened his arms towards Ji Wan, but was subtly avoided.

"..."

Ji Wan obviously paused.

His dark eyes stared at her, as if on alert.

After a while, the corners of her lips moved, and there was a very shallow smile.The tone is gentle and authentic: "You are not young anymore. You still hug me like this, what does it look like?"

"..."

Seeing Ji Wan like this, Meng Buqing froze in place, her brows gradually wrinkled.

It's not the first time she wants to hug, why is it possible before, but now it's not looking good?I can't understand it at all.

Ji Wan didn't make any further explanations, turned around and said in a low voice before going upstairs:

"I've already had dinner."

The air is quiet.

Meng Buqing stood alone in the living room, at a loss.The expression on his face is that of a child who has lost his treasure, flustered and wronged, and he can't show it to let adults know.

She stood quietly for a while, and went to the kitchen to cook.

It was completely dark outside the window soon, replaced by bright orange street lights, and the light in the city was always brighter than the stars in the sky.There is a lot of traffic, each flowing in the direction of home.

Ji Wan typed on the keyboard, replying to the email.

Suddenly there was a light knock on the study door.

She hesitated for a while before getting up to open the door.

I found that there was no one outside the door, and I saw that on the ground next to me, there were three dishes, one soup and rice in a wooden tray, steaming in vain.

Ji Wan bent down and picked up the note that was pressed under the rice:

[No matter who you are angry with, don't skip meals. ]

The handwriting is generally written without any skill, correct, and there are few consecutive strokes between strokes and strokes.It looks bright and clean.

The little girl is like a person.

Ji Wan's long eyelashes drooped, staring at the note for a long time.

In the eyes, there are suppressed emotions surging.

—

Meng Buqing sat in the room without turning on the light, his face shrouded in darkness.

After much deliberation, she realized that Ji Wan wasn't in a bad mood about buying a car.Judging by her reaction, it seemed that she was simply resisting any physical contact with herself.

why?

It was obviously not like this before...

Thinking about the past few days of getting along, could it be that the details of some conversations were exposed, which made her realize that she is gay... that's why she avoided it so much.

It is indeed Ji Wan's style to have a gentle attitude and clearly separate the boundary between two people.

Meng Buqing grabbed her hair and wanted to send a message to Cui Youran.

But he stopped again, and his heart was hit very sadly.She threw off the quilt and hid in the bed, hugging herself sideways, feeling like a poor potato buried in the mud.

"..."

—

The next day, Meng Buqing got up early to prepare dinner, but Ji Wan only said hello to her and went out.The manner of speaking is polite but cold.

Meng Buqing sat alone at the dining table, chewing the bacon in his mouth like it was made of plastic, and his face sank.

I thought to myself, if a wise man doesn't fall in love, then I'm a puppy.

Meng Buqing went to school with her schoolbag on her back, and her attitude towards class was much more serious than before.I want to use mathematics to consume all my energy, occupy all my mind, and try to use the hair on my head to fight for a bright future.

Learning like this, her attitude towards Ji Wan also became polite.

It's as if the two were just roommates.

—

Since adding it back to the contact information, Meng Buqing and Song Wenyi chatted casually. The chat was not close, but they kept in touch almost every day.

Meng Buqing was doing her homework.

phone vibration.

Song Wenyi: [Do you have any plans for summer vacation? ]

Song Wenyi: [I really want to go back to elementary school to have a look. I even lost things like the yearbook after moving house several times. ]

Although Meng Buqing is in the same elementary school as her, she doesn't miss her at all, and she doesn't know what to miss about this school.

But she is a polite little girl, for the time being, she agrees and misses it.

Song Wenyi: [I really want to come back tomorrow. ]

Meng Buqing's fingertips paused on the screen, not knowing what to say.

Notice the words above again, lost her yearbook?My own ones are still there.

One day class is over.

arrive home.

Meng Buqing rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, and after searching for a long time, she remembered that her father kept those souvenir books in the box when she was a child.

Stored in Dad's study.

Later, Ji Wan asked her what to do with the old things she sorted out, and she asked Ji Wan to put them in a random corner.

It should still be in a drawer somewhere in the study.

Meng Buqing took out his mobile phone, wanted to ask Ji Wan, but hesitated again.

In the past few days, there has been an awkward atmosphere between the two of them.

Might count as the Cold War.

Make her not want to take the initiative to find her.

The sun gradually receded its light, and the light in the living room gradually dimmed. It was past four o'clock, and there was still a while before Ji Wan came back from work.

Meng Buqing paced around a few times, went upstairs and tentatively opened the door.

It was found that the door of the study was not locked.

She went straight in, thinking that before she came back, she would find things out by herself without bothering her.

Meng Buqing remembered that his father had many special boxes for books, which were antique, and one of them was the right size to hold his photos and souvenir books.

It would have been stored in a teak cabinet next to the bookcase.

According to her understanding of Ji Wan, most of the things are still there.

Afraid of disturbing the contents inside, Meng Buqing opened the drawer as lightly and slowly as possible, first scanned the suspected boxes with his eyes, and closed the drawer if there were no boxes.

She opened it for a closer look, flipped it a few times occasionally, and quickly opened the last drawer.

The dark purple carton lay quietly.

It's a little different from the book storage boxes I've seen before, but it's not bad.Meng Buqing hurriedly carried it out, and confirmed with a heavy weight that the things were correct.

She closed the drawer, restored everything and left Ji Wan's study.

Go downstairs to your study.

Meng Buqing sent a message: [It's okay, my yearbook is still there, just make a photocopy and send it to you. ]

She put down the phone and casually opened the lid.

With a glance, I found that there was a basically unfamiliar exquisite cowhide notebook inside.Several copies of the same style and color are stacked on top of each other.

Meng Buqing's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that his father disliked the inconsistency of the cover of the original album and changed the skin again?

She gasped and opened it, but there was not a single photo inside.

It's just a real cowhide book.

Loose-leaf style, the slightly beige paper is full of words, like a small composition, the title:

[Comment on "Suoyue" - a perfect story? ]

Meng Buqing's eyes widened instantly, her brows furrowed, and she didn't have any thoughts at once.After turning a few pages, all of them are long reviews of this novel.

The date is marked on the colored slippage, from the month of XX year to the month of XX year, it should be the date when the long comment was received.

According to this interval, Meng Buqing even quickly turned to the long comment written by himself.

"..."

It was as if a bell rang heavily in her head, and the words Cui Youran said suddenly sounded:

"Qi Min actually has a very thick A[-] leather book, loose-leaf, which contains all the long reviews she has received since she wrote the novel. She will save and print out every article."