Two slow-moving people fall in love

"Brother Lele, what do you think of this?"

A white and soft hand stretched out in front of Huang Yifan's eyes.

Huang Yifan looked at the ceramic mask in the palm of his hand, curled his lips: "Who are you sending it to?"

"Friend," the girl's face flushed, "Didn't I tell you that I'm graduating soon, so give him a graduation gift."

"Are you going to give this to your boyfriend?"

"Not a boyfriend! Oh, what do you mean, I think this looks good..."

"...Xie Wanjun, I warn you, don't act cute like me." Huang Yifan shook the goose bumps on his body, "You can't do it, listen to my cousin, put this back, this is what little girls like Things, brother will take you to another store to buy."

Xie Wanjun gave him an unconvinced look, and walked towards the counter with a mask on.

"Hey," Huang Yifan called her from behind, "Why don't you believe it? Your boyfriend really won't like this—"

"He doesn't like it, I like it! I'll buy it myself and put it there!"

Huang Yifan was overjoyed, his cousin had a bad temper, and she had been irritated by him many times since she was a child. These few years were puberty, and her whole person was like a sensitive cat, who would explode at every turn.

Xie Wanjun settled the bill, and quickly walked out the door with a paper bag.

Huang Yifan walked leisurely behind with his pockets in his pockets, looking around casually, while calculating in his mind how many seconds it would take for her to calm down this time.

One.

two.

three.

Xie Wanjun was still walking in front, neither far nor near, without turning her head.

Huang Yifan secretly thought it was not good, I'm afraid he was really angry this time.

Ahead was an intersection without traffic lights, and various vehicles could be seen coming and going, so he scratched his hair helplessly.

Okay, let's take care of ourselves.

"Xiao Xiao—" he quickly chased after him, elongated his voice and called Xie Wanjun's nickname, "Oh, don't be angry, tell me about your boyfriend... what do classmates like, brother can help you refer to it?"

"Anyway, I don't like things about little girls." Xie Wanjun gave him a sideways look, and said coldly.

"Hi!" Huang Yifan took her shoulders and rubbed her head involuntarily, "I don't like things about little girls, I like little..."

He stopped talking suddenly and stared straight across the road.

"...Han Xuan?"

"What?" Xie Wanjun asked.

Huang Yifan didn't answer.

There are very few people on this street today. It is said that tourists are temporarily closed due to street maintenance.

It is also because of this that the two people in front are particularly conspicuous.

He followed a few steps forward, and saw their profiles clearly when they turned into an alley.

The shorter one was undoubtedly Han Xuan, Huang Yifan stared intently at the man who was a head taller than Han Xuan until their figures disappeared at the entrance of the alley.

He can be sure that he has never seen that person.

Of course he never saw it, he was so drunk that night that he passed out, even if he saw it, he forgot to clean it at this time.

Huang Yifan remembered what Han Xuan said before, the friend he met by chance.

……friend.He chuckled.

Will Han Xuan also have friends?

"Who are you looking at?"

Xie Wanjun followed his gaze, "Do you know those two people?"

"Ha," Huang Yifan looked away, "Your brother has such a wide circle? You know everyone you meet on the street."

"If I don't know you, I still look at others." Xie Wanjun rolled his eyes at him, "Hey, you can take a look at that with me."

She dragged Huang Yifan towards the nearby shop: "Why are there so few people today..."

"Why are there so few people today?"

Han Xuan sat on the second floor of the teahouse, looked at the empty table downstairs, "I heard people say that the teahouse here is crowded with people every day."

"Street maintenance in the past two days should be to control the flow of passengers." Ye Yunyi smiled: "It's a good thing we came early."

The alleys around here are very old. According to Ye Yunyi, there are few tourists in the new year, so it is indeed the best time for maintenance.Han Xuan thought for a while, and felt a little lucky, "Yes, otherwise it might be a waste of time."

He took a sip of the hot tea, and a small pear dimple appeared on his mouth: "In that case, I feel quite lucky."

"Huh? How do you say it?"

Han Xuan said: "You just came back last night, maybe you don't know, it was cloudy and cold until today, but today it suddenly cleared up, and it was much warmer."

"It's only the fifth day of the Lunar New Year today, and those shops are all open—very few shops open so early. There are also street maintenance, so you can eat delicious food without being crowded."

He smiled and rolled his eyes: "It seems that good things happen all day long, and now I feel that my year will go well."

Ye Yunyi also smiled: "Then do you remember the last time, when we went to eat dumplings so late, that shop was also open?"

Han Xuan nodded blankly, not knowing why he said this suddenly.

"—so I think maybe it's not lucky today."

"It's when I'm with you that good things happen."

After he finished speaking, he quickly returned to his usual gentleness, as if what he just said was just passing by, and the sudden affection in his words had never appeared before, "Taste this fried sparrow tongue."

"..."

Han Xuan picked up a little bit as if he was sleepwalking, and put it into his mouth like sleepwalking again, the tea fragrance of sparrow immediately filled his mouth.

"Is it delicious?" Ye Yunyi asked.

He hummed, his voice very soft.

The person opposite took out a tissue and gently rubbed it against the corner of his mouth.

"Dirty." The man withdrew his hand and explained it as a matter of course.

With a bang, it seemed that a thread broke, and Han Xuan blushed at a speed visible to the naked eye. his neck and ears.

He stared at Ye Yunyi blankly, his heart beating wildly.

There were only the two of them on the second floor. Under the soft light, Ye Yunyi could see his blushing face clearly.

At that moment, he was suddenly blessed, and said without thinking: "Han Xuan, I..."

As soon as he spoke, it was as if he pressed the play button, Han Xuan's heart beat violently, and then he took a deep breath and slowly recovered.

"you……"

What do you want to say?

He opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

There seemed to be a small voice shouting in his heart, preventing him from asking that sentence.

You know, Han Xuan.You know what he's going to say.

I know?

He raised his eyes to look at the young man sitting across from him, and the premonition in his heart grew stronger.

He had to admit, he knew.

But for some reason, he suddenly didn't dare to ask, and also lost the courage to continue approaching.

So he lowered his eyes and took a sip of the warm tea, as if there was a bottomless pit in the teacup, and he couldn't finish it no matter what.

There was silence between them.

In the not-so-long silence, Ye Yunyi's rationality finally gradually returned.

His eyes fell on Han Xuan's teacup—the teacup was held firmly, but the tea in the cup was slightly rippling.

Ye Yunyi sighed inwardly.

Too soon, just wait.he told himself so.

He's too young, let him figure it out...don't scare him.

He put the crumpled tissue back on the table and broke the silence: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Han Xuan raised his head, eyes flickering: "...OK."

Ye Yunyi smiled at him reassuringly, got up and left.

It wasn't until he gradually walked away that Han Xuan leaned gently on the back of the chair.

He asked himself that he was not a fool, and he had noticed all the abnormalities during this period, but paying attention was one thing, but caring was another.

If we say that from the time he met Ye Yunyi, even until this morning, those strange changes in him can be ignored——

Han Xuan raised his hand tentatively, and gently touched his face.

The heat had begun to subside, but he felt his fingertips burning.

——Can this also be ignored?

Once such an idea came into being, it was firmly entrenched in his mind and would not go away.For a moment, Han Xuan felt that everything was different. Today's trip, the New Year's Eve dinner in the early morning, and even the initial acquaintance with Ye Yunyi all had other meanings.

Ye Yunyi sat at the table in the corner for a while, guessing that Han Xuan had finished tidying up, then got up and turned back.

Han Xuan was still sitting in his original position, looking at the downstairs in a daze.

"What are you looking at?" Ye Yunyi came to the table and sat down.

Han Xuan turned his head - the flush on his cheeks had faded, but the pinnae of his ears were still light pink: "...I was looking at the table below, there—" he pointed downstairs, "there is a publicity The card seems to say that there will be a performance in the afternoon."

He seemed to look calm, but his eyes were a little dodgy.

"Just about to talk." Ye Yunyi poured him a cup of hot tea: "It's still early for dinner, do you want to go somewhere?"

"Hmm..." Han Xuan stared at the teacup and pondered, without any idea in his mind.

Ye Yun saw that he looked out of mind, and sighed again in his heart: "There is a movie theater outside the alley we came from, and all the old movies are shown, why don't you go there and watch it?"

"Watching a movie?" Han Xuan's expression was a little weird.

"what happened?"

"...No." He shook his head quickly, turned his face to grab the scarf beside him, "Then shall we go there now?"

Ye Yunyi smiled: "Okay."

This teahouse is located in the back, still some distance away from the main street. Han Xuan followed Ye Yunyi around the intricate alleys. The cold wind blew in his dazed mind, and he finally calmed down a little.

The three-storey teahouse had been left far behind a few corners, and Han Xuan looked back at the vermilion cornices on the top of the teahouse, belatedly feeling a sense of loss.

It was rare that the weather was so good, and there were so few people, yet they only sat for a while and left in a hurry.

As for the next time, the right time, the right place, and the right people, I don't know how long it will be.

He took a slow breath, and took the initiative to break the silence: "After watching the movie... let me treat you to dinner."

"Okay." Ye Yunyi's attention was always on him, seeing him speak, she immediately said kindly: "What are you going to treat me to?"

"You can guess." Han Xuan straightened the scarf covering his face, and opened his mouth to release clouds of white steam, dissipating between them.

Ye Yunyi smiled: "Is there a prize for guessing right?"

Han Xuan said: "If you guess correctly, please eat two."

"Hmm...roast duck?"

"wrong."

"Boiled?"

"wrong."

"Is it in the alley?" Ye Yunyi asked.

Han Xuan shook his head: "Not here."

Ye Yunyi was at a loss: "If it's not in the alley, the range will be wider."

"That's right," Han Xuan said with a chuckle, "You can think further."

"Far away..." Ye Yun pondered for a moment, then suddenly pointed to the side of the road: "Sugar Man."

"No... hmm?"

Han Xuan stopped and looked at the small shop on the side of the road that he passed by when he came: "What's wrong?"

"Really not to turn one?" Ye Yunyi's tone seemed to be coaxing a child: "Today's luck is so good, maybe a dragon will turn out."

Han Xuan didn't expect him to be persistent since the morning, and he couldn't help laughing: "Why do you..."

"Huh? Me what?"

"...No, it's nothing." Han Xuan rolled his eyes with joy, "Do I look like a child in your eyes? I always feel that you brought a child out to play."

"How could that be?" Ye Yunyi gently denied.

It's the right time to bring someone you like out on a date.

Being interrupted like this, it was impossible for Han Xuan to be as preoccupied as before. Ye Yunyi took advantage of the opportunity to divert the topic to other directions, and it didn't take much effort to dispel the messy emotions in his heart.

The two chatted while walking, and soon arrived near the cinema.

There is a blackboard at the entrance of the cinema, on which are written the films shown today.

"The next game will take half an hour." Ye Yunyi turned her head and asked, "Shall we go in first and wait?"

Han Xuan looked away from a promotional board next to him, nodded and hummed.

Ye Yunyi took a few steps closer and saw clearly the content on the billboard.

It's the promotion of the theater next door, with a few familiar names, and the content of the program is Peking Opera "The Drunken Concubine".

The time is marked on the bottom, which happens to be the opening tonight.

Han Xuan stood still, but turned his gaze to the billboard.

Ye Yunyi didn't think much, and walked towards the ticket window.

Han Xuan hurriedly pulled him back: "I just want to see."

He has been very interested in Wu Ke's ideas since the performance at the New Year's Gala. After that, whenever he sees something related to Peking Opera, he can't help but want to know more.

After Huang Yifan found out, he laughed at him as an "old man". He also knew that his hobby was strange among his peers, so he just took a look at the promotional board, and didn't intend to let Ye Yunyi watch Peking Opera with him.

He briefly stated his thoughts, and then he wanted to go to the cinema with Ye Yunyi.

Unexpectedly, Ye Yunyi didn't care much, and even seemed a little happy: "It's okay, just watch this."

"Forget it—"

Ye Yunyi shook her head: "I never had a chance to tell you that my uncle used to sing Jingkun."

Han Xuan's eyes widened in disbelief: "It's such a coincidence..."

Ye Yunyi didn't answer - the person he fell in love with at first sight was from the same region as him, studied the same major as his mother, and now fell in love with Jingkun again.

It is unbelievable to say this, but who would have thought that such a coincidence really happened.

Ye Yunyi never believed in fate, and at this moment, she couldn't help but come up with a ridiculous idea.

All the choices he and Han Xuan made in the past 20 years may have paved the way for today.

It's like two cars traveling on different roads, each driving through countless intersections, and finally returning to the same place on a certain smooth road.

The author has something to say:

Fate is wonderful. (Missing half qwq