Draw cards from the wild card

Chapter 125 Gains and Losses

Jojo took off his high heels and left a long series of small footprints on the sandy beach of the artificial lake.

There was a wind on the lake, blowing her bangs up, and the ends of her hair fluttering, messy and natural.

He Luo followed and walked with her all the way. At the beginning, he could treat it as a walk after eating, but he had to talk while walking, so he began to try to use small talk to ease the confusion between the two of them. Since when did the awkward atmosphere start.

"The moonlight is beautiful tonight."

The night clouds were gently pushed by the wind, revealing an almost transparent moonlight.

Qiao Qiao smiled, under the moonlight, her smile was very peaceful: "Yes, the moonlight is beautiful."

“It’s so beautiful that I feel like it’s a pity not to do something about it.”

She turned her head suddenly and met a fiery chest.

The so-called water and sky meet, wind and thunder drums, like a snake wrapped around the Buddha, until the man's mouth is smeared with fruit-flavored lipstick.

He Luo found out that this woman had such a personality, and every time he thought about it, he was like a cuckoo singing a warbler one second, and the next second he became a female fairy in Pansi Cave.

No, He Luo thinks that even if Qiao Qiao is a goblin, she must be a bone spirit, born with bones, but with countless faces, a good man and a faithful woman during the day, and a wild horse at night.

"Why are we kissing?"

The man suddenly asked such a question.

Under such an ambiguous pink night, it seemed a bit unpleasant.

The two calmed down. He Luo supported her shoulders and slowly pushed her away. They looked at each other, trying to find some indescribable special feelings in each other's eyes.

"Because I wanted to, I did it."

Qiao Qiao got rid of her hands on her shoulders without leaving a trace and turned her face away. He Luo couldn't see the expression on her face.

"You didn't ask why that night?"

He Luo was stunned and choked up, because even he himself didn't have a clear answer.

If it was normal, he thought it would only take less than two seconds to answer this question by himself, even if he admitted generously that he was just a brain, or he was just looking for some excitement.

Young people, there is nothing wrong with having fun.

But the prodigal son of the fish farm should not have stayed in the fish farm.Besides, he wasn't a prodigal at all.

So he didn't know what his feelings were towards Qiao Qiao, the red fish.

The two of them are survivors on an isolated island, guarding a wooden house, repeatedly deceiving themselves that this is land.

"Maybe I drank too much that night." He Luo thought for a long time and used alcohol as an excuse.

Qiao Qiao naturally didn't buy it: "So you don't actually like me, do you?"

He Luo couldn't explain clearly.

Since that night, the two have become old friends who met each other for a long time. They have endless conversations every day, even when squatting in the toilet, they have to hold their mobile phones to button words, and when they take a shower, they rub lemon-flavored shampoo. I will recall every bit of that night.

So to say anything you don't like is probably irresponsible to your own words and deeds, which is a kind of disobedience.

But He Luo found that he couldn't say how much he liked Qiao Qiao. They had known each other for less than a week. From the beginning, it was just a night of joy. Two people who happened to be empty and lonely got together.

The consequence of a relationship that heats up quickly is that its foundation is unstable, and a relationship that has not passed the test of time is incomplete.

He has never been a person who is good at dealing with men and women. In his spare time, he would rather find a deck of poker and play blackjack with himself than indulge in the pursuit of sex between men and women.

Huangliang Yimeng has been there for 30 years, but she still does not understand love or affection.

He Luo hesitated. He looked at Qiao Qiao's back, but couldn't give an answer.

But his silence sounded like the cruelest reply to Qiao Qiao.

Qiaoqiao's mood became more complicated. She found that her affection for He Luo had not diminished at all. Because of her damn avoidant personality, she was even a little glad that He Luo didn't respond to her so quickly.

But at the same time, I was also struggling in my heart. He really didn't like me. Would I just be more annoying and sad if I was so disrespectful?

Two people with very different moods are tearing apart in an invisible place, and this nighttime lake road becomes longer and lighter.

"I figured it out"

Jojo said suddenly.

When she turned her head, He Luo saw that there were tear stains on her face, and followed the traces to gently melt away the surrounding powder, but it was already dry.

Qiao Qiao's smile is very sweet, but what he feels at the moment is only far-fetched.

"If you like someone, you don't have to be with him."

"Just like I like Disney, but I don't have to be a princess. I like the moon, so do I have to live on the moon?"

She took He Luo's hand again.

"How I wish you could behave like that night, a real prodigal son, who can blurt out love words without thinking, always sweet to coax a girl, with sugar in his mouth and light in his eyes."

"But you know what, maybe if you are really like that, I really don't like you."

Jojo's hair stuck to her cheeks, and was blown up by the breeze again. With one hand, she was holding on to the corner of the lavender evening dress, and her whole body was trembling imperceptibly.

"He Luo, my little monster, I will continue to like you."

With both arms, he slowly hugged tightly. This time it was He Luo who took the initiative. The high heels in his hand fell to the ground, cleverly making no sound under the shock absorption of the beach.

Tiny gasps burst out of the humid night air, slight, and finally like a big gasp leaping out of the water.

Among them, some were crying, some were about to cry, or they just didn't know what to do. Their whole bodies shook more violently, their noses sniffed, their feet creaked on the gravel, and there was a scent of lemongrass.

He Luo didn't say anything, but it became the best comfort word.

"Can I chase you?" Jojo asked
Hollow didn't answer.

Beep, WeChat rang.

He glanced at Huaiyuan Mountain, and asked if he was free to come to Miaoguo to reconcile the accounts, and by the way, get together with Lao Litou and the three of them to chat about Yongping Street.

Jojo asked, are you leaving?
He Luo nodded: "Business matters"

"It's not a trivial matter to call you over at such a late hour, and I shouldn't pester you unwisely"

Qiaoqiao slipped from her embrace, picked up the high-heeled shoes with a low body, and shook off the gravel inside.

"Well, thank you for staying with me tonight, little monster."

She tilted her head and smiled innocently, as if nothing happened today.

Standing on tiptoes, he gently pecked He Luo's left cheek. The warm air lingered in his ears, tickling him.

"I'll give you an answer." He Luo said solemnly.

Qiao Qiao smiled, as if he was not sure about the authenticity of the words, and patted He Luo on the head: "Okay, little brother, don't always like to talk about what you have and what you don't have."

"I asked a question, do you have to give me the answer? There are so many questions in the world, do you want to answer them one by one?"

"So be good, see you next time~"

Seeing her gracefully leaving back, He Luo's heart was in a mess.

He felt he had gained some and lost some tonight.

(End of this chapter)