dizziness

"Oh, this is just a metaphor. Of course Miaomiao and I can't be together every day. We all have our own lives." Mu Sen broke the silence first and said with a gentle smile.

We all have our own lives.

Owen chewed repeatedly, and a sneer flashed across his heart. He always felt that Mu Sen's expression clearly meant that we each have each other in our lives.

"Really?" Owen looked at the people around him with a smile on his eyes.

Ruan Miaomiao glanced at the surrounding people, and nodded anxiously: "Well, let's sit down and talk."

Owen didn't say anything more. When Ruan Miaomiao took him to sit down, Mu Sen naturally sat beside him, and politely poured a glass of red wine for Owen and handed it to him. Seeing that Owen didn't refuse, his face was still calm. The tense atmosphere also eased instantly, and everyone started chatting in twos and threes again, but still glanced at the three of them from the corner of their eyes from time to time.

"I heard from Miaomiao that you taught him all his good paintings?"

Mu Sen propped his head up and stared at him without hesitation. Owen took a sip of his wine and shook his head with a smile: "Not all, he learned from his father since he was a child, and I only taught a little after he went to college."

"Then he must have painted you..."

"He has photographed me," Owen forcefully interrupted Mu Sen, put down his glass, and looked at Ruan Miaomiao sharply, "A lot, right?"

Ruan Miaomiao didn't speak, he understood what Owen was alluding to, those pornographic photos were the gray area between them, there was no love or resentment, it was just a manifestation of strangeness.

Mu Sen saw through the abnormality in Ruan Miaomiao's expression, and raised a slick smile at Owen's slightly hostile gaze: "That's natural. After all, you have been separated for three years, and you are the work he most wants to take. Besides Miaomiao, he is in the United States... really miss you and love you very much."

"Mu Sen," Ruan Miaomiao looked at him coldly, "You shouldn't have said that."

Mu Sen was stunned unexpectedly, as if he never thought that Ruan Miaomiao would show such a stern expression to him, maintained a stiff smile, and fixed his eyes on the hands they had been holding tightly, but he was helplessly calm down.

"Look at my mouth. I always like to speak Chinese as if it were English. I hope you don't mind the offense."

Facing Mu Sen's apologetic tone, Owen glanced at the two people beside him, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Of course I don't mind, if it's inconvenient, you can speak English as Chinese, anyway, it's the same for me. the same."

"Oh? Why?" Mu Sen raised his eyebrows and asked.

Owen glanced at him, bent over and approached Mu Sen, stared at his dazzling face, and said in a low voice, "Because I like to listen to people's words as nonsense."

Owen straightened up, took a sip of the wine glass calmly, Mu Sen couldn't help laughing after a moment of surprise, the laughter was exaggerated, everyone looked at him inexplicably, but Mu Sen's narrow eyes only Falling on Ruan Miaomiao's pale face, there was a slight sourness in his eyes.

"No wonder Miaomiao cares about you so much, you are indeed a very special person."

"Excellent."

Mu Sen spoke sincerely, Owen laughed hypocritically, and Ruan Miaomiao remained silent.

Afterwards, the three of them deliberately chatted to cover up something, but they seemed unable to blend in, each with their own concerns, and secretly caring about each other's words and every move.

Owen suddenly felt dull, even a little tired, and looked at Ruan Miaomiao calmly. Seeing his hand in his pocket was about to move, Owen understood what he was planning to do by bringing him here, but he also saw his hesitation and struggle at the moment.

Perhaps, it was because of coming here that Ruan Miaomiao's initial impulse was calmed down. Mu Sen was not the enemy between them, but the problem that Owen was looking for, and also the source of the strangeness between them.

Yes, Owen knows that Ruan Miaomiao loves him, but this person loves but doesn't want to hurt another person's love.

After three rounds of drinking, Owen got up and walked towards the bathroom. Maybe he drank too much, or maybe he just wanted to get rid of Ruan Miaomiao's hand that was holding him tightly but gradually becoming cold.

Owen washed his face, looked at himself in the mirror but couldn't help but smiled wryly.

He suddenly realized that he was wrong. Love is never an impulsive choice, but a selfish choice. Infatuation is the love you choose, so selfish to the point of incomparable horror.

For a moment, Owen wanted Ruan Miaomiao's so-called promise so much.

Even if they were not ready, even if he would not agree at all, Owen would never want Ruan Miaomiao to hesitate because of other people.

He was terrified by his own thoughts. As he grew older, he even wanted to avoid the exclusive possession of others when he loved someone. When he asked himself, he seemed to have forgotten the way to love that person.

"Hey, I thought Miaomiao had been in the United States for three years thinking about who is the most sacred person. He is just ordinary, and he is still so old. Sitting with Miaomiao is like his father."

Owen just came out of the bathroom, and when he passed the door next door, he heard a few women who were touching up their makeup talking. Owen didn't really care about this. When he decided to be with Ruan Miaomiao, Owen thought that this would happen. He No anger, and no so-called blow, because what they said is not true.

Owen continued to walk away without making a sound, but stopped because of what he heard in the next sentence.

"Isn't it?" Another woman agreed, "I really don't know what Miaomiao thinks, Manson has been chasing him for three whole years, and Manson took care of him with all his heart during his illness, and now he is cured. He also came back, oh, the old love rekindled, kicked Manson, and brought that surnamed Ou here, he thought Manson wasn't hurt enough, so why did he have to be with Manson..."

"Ahem, what are you talking about?" Wang Kexin, who was standing next to him, coughed heavily, interrupted the conversation between the two, and gave them a slightly reproachful look, "You also only met Miaomiao after he transferred to our department. Yes, how much do you know about the relationship between him and Manson, besides, why do you not understand why Miaomiao is sick? He always treats Manson as his younger brother, from now on you..."

What else did Wang Kexin say afterwards, and Owen was not interested in listening to it anymore. He didn’t participate in Ruan Miaomiao’s three years, and it seemed that he couldn’t even eavesdrop. Question that person.

When Owen returned to the lobby, he saw Mu Sen talking to Ruan Miaomiao from afar through his empty seat. Ruan Miaomiao's originally tense expression gradually relaxed. Laughing suddenly, Mu Sen's eyes suddenly softened, looking at him deeply for a moment.

Yes, Ruan Miaomiao's smile is beautiful, but such a beautiful smile seems to only exist in Owen's deep memory. He thought that this person would not show such a pure smile again when he had grown up.

Owen walked over with a calm expression, picked up the mobile phone on the table, forced a smile and said, "I seem to have drunk too much, so I'll go back first, you guys play slowly."

"Then I'll be with you!" Ruan Miaomiao stood up immediately.

"No need," Owen patted him on the shoulder and said softly, "Your friend waited for you to come over with great difficulty. You can stay a little longer. I will go home and wait for you."

For some reason, the more normal Owen looked, the more flustered Ruan Miaomiao became. Seeing Owen leaving, Ruan Miaomiao hurriedly chased after him.

"What's wrong with you? Why did you leave suddenly? Is it because of Mu Sen? He is that kind of person, please don't get me wrong!"

Owen stopped, sighed and looked at him and said, "Miaomiao, I'm just tired and want to go home and rest, don't I even have this freedom? Or do I need your signature for approval?"

"What do you mean by that?" Ruan Miaomiao stared at him with a frown, and his face turned ugly, "You mean I'm restricting your freedom?"

"Isn't it? Did I say I wanted to come here with you?"

"you……"

Before Ruan Miaomiao could write a word, she heard footsteps behind her. Mu Sen seemed to be uneasy and followed. Seeing the abnormal atmosphere, the two people became a little uneasy. Looking at Owen's livid face, he couldn't help explaining: " I'm sorry, did I say something that made you feel unhappy, if that's the case, I apologize to you, I hope you don't take it to heart..."

"No, you're fine," Owen said with a smile, his sharp eyes fixed on Ruan Miaomiao's face, "It's just that I'm old, that's all."

Mu Sen is very good, he and Ruan Miaomiao are also very good, young, everything is good.

Owen stopped a taxi, closed the door and walked away.

Ruan Miaomiao stood there in a daze for a moment, and finally took out the box hidden in her pocket. Looking at the ring that was not expensive but bought by herself with all her savings, Ruan Miaomiao smiled weakly: " Do you know why I brought him here?"

Mu Sen's eyes fell on the ring, and he nodded: "I understand, and I think he must understand, but he is not ready yet."

"sorry……"

Mu Sen didn't even want to guess to whom Ruan Miaomiao said these three words, but just shook his shoulder comfortingly.

Owen looked back at the already blurred figures of the two in the car, and entered the door side by side.

Just at this moment, he missed the boy who chased after him so much.