Night Labyrinth

Soon I waited for the opportunity.

Last, cruel chance.

Today is He Lin's last class in the studio.

Afterwards, she will be busy with her thesis defense, graduation procedures, and farewell dinner with her friends...

And now I don't have time to come to this studio that has given me a year and a half of memory.

My heart aches unbearably at the thought that our only reason to see each other is about to disappear.

And a trace of self-contemptuous sourness that we have known for so long and can only rely on the studio to maintain the meeting.

He Lin packed up the drawing boards and painting materials, said goodbye to the teacher, and walked out of the studio with a bunch of things.

"I'll help you get that painting." I held out my hand to He Lin.

She didn't refuse and handed the painting to me.

We walked in the direction of the subway.

"How is your thesis going?"

I picked up a topic off the top of my head, trying to ease my heart that had been constricted by what was about to happen.

"It's not a big problem. The instructor is very satisfied with the content, just change the format a little bit." He Lin replied.

"Oh." I nodded, thinking about what to do next.

"It's so cold today, let me treat you to drink milk tea, just as a thank you for helping me carry things." He Lin said suddenly, looked at me and smiled, and his voice rose slightly because of the smile.

After walking, I turned around and walked towards a drink shop on the side of the road, and I quickly followed.

"What do you want to drink?" Standing in front of the price list, He Lin turned to look at me.

"Well... what are you drinking?" I asked back.

My heart was pounding and pounding, I don't know if it was because of the fact that He Lin bought me something to drink for the first time, or the fact that she suddenly gave me the illusion of a "girlfriend" when she turned around and asked me.

Maybe both.

He Lin said three words, but I couldn't hear them clearly because of the chaotic heartbeat. I only heard one word that seemed to be "fruit".

And it made me regret it for a long time afterwards.

But at that time, I just lowered my head and asked casually, "Is it good?"

"I think it's not bad." He Lin thought for a while, and described it to me, "It's just a little sweet and slightly sour."

I felt that the waitress behind the counter seemed to smile, and looked up, the short-haired waiter with an exaggerated wing-shaped ear cuff in his left ear was indeed looking at us, with an ambiguous smile on his face, as if The kind of clear eyes when looking at a pair of lovers.

There was a sudden burst of elation in my heart, followed by a deeper bitterness.

"Then I want that too... the same as you." I lowered my head again.

Out of the corner of the eye, He Lin turned around and said to the waiter, "I want two glasses."

Then the waiter said, "OK."

For a while, I didn't know what to say. Fortunately, He Lin didn't look back, but just watched the waiter's movements.

So I waited quietly behind her, unscrupulously admiring her tall and thin back.

He Lin has fair skin, delicate eyebrows, and refreshing short hair.Gentle when smiling, with a sly twinkle in the eye when teasing.Her voice is beautiful, like the evening wind in summer caressing the flowers and trees.Her lips...should be soft too...

"Here you are." He Lin's hand that brought the drink interrupted my fantasy.

I took it, trying to conceal something, subconsciously picked up the straw and poked it.

"It's hot." He Lin stopped, "Wait until it cools down before drinking."

"Oh." I nodded.

"Please give us two bags." He Lin turned to the waiter and said. "It's a bit hot to hold."

Then she propped open a bag and motioned for me to put the drink in.

I saw the waiter showing the same smile just now.

The bottom of my heart is bitter.

As a friend, He Lin is very kind to me.Only it's not good that she doesn't like me.

And immediately, even this goodness as a friend will be lost.

It will be destroyed by my own hands.

Thinking of this, I suddenly began to waver.

Should I say...

Wait another day...a month...a year...

Even if it is an hour, let me recollect this "good"...

After leaving the drink shop, we continued to walk towards the subway station.

I was holding a large bag of He Lin's paintings in my right hand, and the cup of tea I didn't know the name of in my left hand.

But I feel that a cup of drink is more important than a thick strip of paper.

When approaching the subway entrance, He Lin suddenly stopped and pointed to a building in the distance.

"That building is very similar to the teaching building of my high school. I discovered it on the first day I came to the studio."

I followed her gaze and saw an orange-pink building not far away.

"Oh." I was probably too nervous today, so nervous that I could only say this one syllable.

"Speaking of which, when I was in high school, there were a bunch of funny people in my class."

He Lin began to talk about all kinds of interesting things in the past. I, who have always been very concerned about her affairs, have no desire to hear at this moment.

Just greeted casually, "Yeah." "Oh." "Ah, I was the same back then."

We entered the subway, perhaps because of the cold weather today, there were not many people inside, and the train we entered had two rows of seats empty and no one was there.

We sat down in one of the rows and put the painting materials at our feet.

The subway started, and along with the sound of the vibrating rails, He Lin's voice came from not far away.

"By the way, there was a boy who liked you in high school, right?"

what!

I was stunned.

The author has something to say:

I saw a beautiful wing-shaped ear cuff on the Internet that day. I wanted to buy it but was worried that it would look bad when I wore it, so I didn't buy it in the end.

Uh... This time the off-topic is really off-topic...