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Throughout the day, I greet guests.

I greeted every guest who touched the wind chime with a smile, and even smiled deeper than usual, as if I could smile to my heart, as if I could erase the hurt face that repeatedly appeared in my mind.

There was a voice in my heart asking tirelessly, Qianli, is she crying?Did she cry?What should she do if she cries?

I don't know what to do.

Finally at nine o'clock in the evening, I locked the door and walked slowly towards home.

The temperature was a little low at night, and there was still wind. I put the big hat of the windbreaker on my head and put my hands in the pockets of the clothes.The black windbreaker, the black shadow, shuttled silently in the dark night.

Turning off from Kapok Road is a big road, with people coming and going.There is a small piece of greenery next to the road, and a few wooden benches are placed facing the road. If you sit on it in this season, the wooden boards must be cold, so they are useless.

Walking along the sidewalk, when I got closer, I realized that there was a person sitting on the chair, and it was also hidden as a black shadow at the edge of the dim light of the street lamp.

What courage... I admired it from the bottom of my heart, couldn't help but look a few more times, but was caught off guard by a pair of deep eyes, and stopped my steps.

Those eyes stared straight at me for an unknown how long.Seeing that I stopped, the shadow stood up, walked out of the darkness, and walked in front of me.

It was Qianli.

I was surprised in my heart, why is she here?How long has she been sitting here?Are you waiting for me?What are you waiting for me to do?Question me?If so, how should I answer?Say I rely on her to like me?

"Murong," she stood still in front of me, and said in a... heavy tone, "I'm sorry."

I hold my breath.

She stared at me intently, without blinking. "I shouldn't be chattering around you when you're in a bad mood, I shouldn't be self-righteous and imposing my thoughts on you, it's my fault, I'm sorry."

I stared at her blankly, speechless.

"The few questions you asked me, I have thought about it for a long time, and I can answer you now." Inexplicably, I felt that her gaze was terribly firm, firm to the point of sharpness, as if to pierce my eyes, straight stab into my heart.

"First of all, no one likes a person because he likes everything about that person, but because he likes a person, he likes everything about her."

"Then, I don't have to imagine what the person I like is like, I can see it, and she doesn't need to be what I imagined, because what I like is what she is."

"As for how well I know you, Murong, this is the only question I can't answer, because the answer to this question lies with you." She looked at me deeply, as if she wanted to wait for me to give an answer, but I No.

"If you think I don't know you well enough, why don't you give me a chance to know more?" She moved closer, so close that we could hear each other's breath, looked up at me slightly, and pleaded: "Murong, Give me a chance, let me know you a little more... okay?"

I smelled the hot air exhaled from her nose, and took a step back in panic as if I had been scalded.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, but she stubbornly refused to look away, like a warrior, a warrior who put himself to death.

I suddenly thought of Yanqian.

I finally discovered the huge gap between me and Qianli when it comes to emotions.She is brave, sincere, and persevering, pursuing the person she likes like pursuing a dream.And I, humble, cringe, and self-deception.

If being liked is a kind of happiness, then I think I am much luckier than Yan Qian.

I took out my right hand from the pocket of my clothes and handed the injured index finger to her.Thanks to the lack of hemostatic stickers, and another day of exposure to water, the wound looked more serious than the beginning.

"Are you injured?!" She broke her power in an instant, grabbed my hand, ignoring that her own wooden chair-like cold hands made me shiver, and checked carefully, "Did you get it? Does it hurt now? Pain? Why don't you put a Band-Aid on it?"

"It's used up." I answered honestly, letting her hold on to it.

She seemed to choke, turned her eyes to my face, and discussed with me in a commanding tone, "Go buy it now, there is a pharmacy nearby, may I go with you?"

I ignored her and said to myself: "I cut that wooden frame when I moved that box." At that time, I was not losing my temper with you.

For a moment she didn't know why, but then she laughed.The smile was shallow, but the stars began to twinkle in the eyes.

"By the way, buy alcohol for disinfection." She turned around and pulled me away.

I let her pull, anyway, this is the direction to go home. "I have them at home."

She stops and turns around. "Then I'll take you home and help you get it done."

I withdrew my hand and walked past her, "It's just a Band-Aid."

"It's definitely inconvenient for you to have one hand, or your left hand."

"I'm hungry and want to eat supper."

"..."

I didn't expect that there was no place to sit in the small shop I wanted to eat. Don't these people have to go to work tomorrow morning?

"Should I change to another one? The one over there seems to be good~" Qianli pointed to a certain place and made a suggestion.

"I want to eat the noodles from this store." I just want to eat the noodles from this store now. I have eaten the one she mentioned, but it is not good. "Pack it up."

"Pack a noodle?" She said it was inconceivable, "Then why not go home and I cook it for you!"

I turned to look at her, is she serious?

"I'm serious! Noodles won't taste good when you take them home." She pulled me out of the store, "Anyway, I've already been downstairs to your house. Just go to the convenience store and buy egg noodles. I'll cook the noodles." Very powerful!"

I recalled the porridge she cooked last time, as well as the brown sugar water, and gave up the idea of ​​reminding her that the gate of the community is still some distance away from my downstairs.

"I have a face at home." I said.

She narrowed her eyes, showing eight teeth: "Okay~"

When I got home, I went to the medicine cabinet to find the alcohol and Band-Aids. I refused someone's help and put them on myself. Then I sat on the sofa and waited for food.

Looking at her busy figure in the kitchen, I finally have some time to think, Jian Qianli... Jian Qianli... Thousands of pear trees blooming, hehe~

I have never seen a pear flower, it is said that it is a small white flower, she should have grown into the appearance her parents expected.When I met her, what I remember most was that the kapok was just in bloom, and it turned out that it had been almost a year.

For such a long period of time, she has suffered a lot of grievances from me, right?What I know and what I don't know, intentionally or unintentionally, I like the ups and downs of a person, how can I not understand?But she never said it. Even today, I am such a jerk, but she is so firm and tolerant.What should I say about her?Love blindly?Or deeply in love?But look at her innocent appearance that day, how deep can she go...

"Okay!" She filled a bowl full of noodles, carefully placed a pair of chopsticks, and shouted to me from a distance, "You can eat Murong!"

I walked over, took a look, and before I could see clearly, she started boasting. "How about it, does it look delicious? I have a secret recipe from my ancestors~"

I sneered, sat down, and reached for the chopsticks, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"I'm not hungry, I only cooked for one person, and I'll watch you eat!" Then he rested his chin on his hands and made a look of anticipation.

Her performance deepened my doubts about this bowl of noodles, and I took a sip with the mentality of giving it a try. Well, it turned out to be really delicious, so I ate the whole bowl without saying a word under her "loving" eyes .

"What's the secret recipe?" I looked up and met her with uncontrollable elation on her face.

She blinked: "Ancestral, are you sure you want to listen?"

I raised my eyebrows, indicating that I was no longer interested, and started to clean up the dishes.After I wiped the table clean, I turned around and found that she was studying the bottle of chrysanthemums.

"Did you insert it? The technology is good, I didn't see it last time~ You like little chrysanthemums?"

When was the last time you came here... I walked over, sat down on the sofa, and suddenly remembered what she hadn't finished talking in the morning. "What happens when your mother decorates for the holidays?"

She glanced at me in surprise, sat down opposite me, and said softly: "She likes to put window grilles on all the glass, even the mirror in the toilet, making me and my dad almost blind." Already~"

I imagined it, hooked the corners of my mouth, it was quite dazzling~

She stopped talking and looked at me quietly.

She is rarely so well-behaved in front of me, so that my heart felt soft for no reason, and asked in a strange way: "Whispers of autumn, can you play?"

"Huh? Piano music, you say? Yes, even the guitar version!"

"Can you still play the piano?"

"I know many kinds of musical instruments! But I like the guitar the most." After explaining, he couldn't help saying, "You just realized that I'm versatile?"

I raised my eyebrows, said nothing, got up and went into the bedroom, took out the guitar, and handed it to her. "Can I play it?"

She looked at me hesitantly, and took it carefully, with an attitude that was a bit pious.

After a moment of silence, she strummed the strings casually, held it down again, paused for a few seconds, and then the familiar notes flowed out.

This is the second time I have heard someone else play this piece. I lean back on the sofa and close my eyes, as if I have returned to the autumn many years ago. Is it afternoon or dusk?That floor-to-ceiling window, that black piano, that beautiful woman playing the piano... how long will all these remain in my memory?Next time, will I forget the color of that piano?

"Murong..."

I opened my eyes and said sincerely: "It sounds very nice, thank you~"

"Then, next time I'll play the piano for you!"

I snorted lightly, noncommittal.

"What else do you want to hear?" She obviously had more to say.

I checked the time, it was eleven o'clock. "Are you going to go home later or go back to school?"

She rolled her eyes and replied obediently: "Go back to school, there will be activities in the club tomorrow morning."

"It may be too late for you to change the line at this time. I'll take you back and drive." After speaking, he stood up and said that he would leave now.

She curled her lips, and said "oh" with obvious reluctance.

Oh, otherwise?I didn't bother to tease her, so I went to the cabinet at the door to get the car keys.

"It's too late, Murong." She came over, took the key from my hand and put it back, and said solemnly, "I'll take a taxi and go back to the dormitory to tell you."

"Hmm." That's okay too.

To my surprise, there was nothing wrong with her. When she said she was going to leave, she didn't procrastinate at all. She put on her coat, changed her shoes and put on a scarf in one go, saying goodbye to me cleanly.

"Go to bed early, bye~"

I helped her open the door, and when she walked out, I said casually, "Bye."

Just about to close the door—

"Murong!"

I opened the door again, what else—

She came up suddenly and placed a very light, very light kiss on the corner of my mouth.

Before I could fully react, she took a step back, not at all panicked as if she had done something bad, and even looked very satisfied with her masterpiece, smiled and said "Good night~", then turned and walked away leisurely.

I held the doorknob tightly, with a calm expression on my face, and watched her enter the elevator in a leisurely manner.

The door was finally closed, but I stood behind the door for a long time.

The feeling of being lightly brushed by the feathers was about to dissipate, I resisted the urge to touch the corner of my mouth with my hand, thinking of her triumphant smile, I was very helpless.

It's a little embarrassing to say, but I've never been kissed like this before.