Not Spare the Years

Zhou Zhenyue is not very good at dealing with emotional problems. She noticed something was wrong, but she couldn't see what was wrong.

She can only go to Li Lulu, who has more experience in love.

She didn't mention Mu Xueyi's name to Li Lulu, but said, "I have someone I like, and she should like me too. But I don't know why, but recently I always feel like she doesn't like me that much anymore."

Li Lulu knew that Zhou Zhenyue was sullen, so she asked her, "Did you tell her that you like her?"

Zhou Zhenyue thought for a while, then shook her head: "No."

Li Lulu: "Then have you confirmed your lover's relationship with her?"

Zhou Zhenyue: "This... neither."

Li Lulu shrugged: "Then you still blame others for not liking you? They don't do charity, they want something in return. Since you like her, you should express your feelings and give her more security. ."

After Zhou Zhenyue pondered, she said, "You are right."

Maybe it really gave her too little sense of security?

With this idea in mind, Zhou Zhenyue returned to the riverside apartment.

Mu Xueyi was reading on the sofa, and when she saw her coming back, her ears turned red, and she greeted her obediently:

"You're back."

Zhou Zhenyue sat beside her, said some nonsense and messy things, turned around the corners, and even when she reached Mu Xueyi, she couldn't help asking: "Do you have anything else you want to tell me? She just coughed and sat upright: "I think I need to confirm our relationship."

Mu Xueyi put down the book and sat up straight, her expression becoming serious.

"I still remember at the beginning, I said to try according to that plan and see if I could like you."

Zhou Zhenyue's hands on her knees clenched into fists and looked at the ground.

"...Now tell you, I...should have fallen in love with you. You...would you like...to be my girlfriend officially?"

After I asked, my heart beat faster.

I thought that Mu Xueyi would agree soon.

But the people around him were silent for a long time before they said softly: "Have you really thought about it?"

Zhou Zhenyue said, "Well, I figured it out."

Mu Xueyi: "...let's be together then."

Zhou Zhenyue looked at Mu Xueyi's expression.

However, Mu Xueyi avoided her gaze and took the book into the bedroom, went to the balcony to take off the clothes that were washed and dried yesterday, as if deliberately diverted the topic:

"Which shirt are you wearing to work tomorrow?"

The determination of their relationship obviously did not bring Mu Xueyi the happiness or satisfaction he imagined.

Does she...don't want this sense of security?

Zhou Zhenyue's mind was even more confused.

In order to find an answer, Zhou Zhenyue spent two whole weekends in the city library, and read many books such as "The Psychology of Love". But the more this kind of death theory is printed in type, the more difficult it is for her to understand those problems.

Love is not the same thing as studies and work, and there is no way to deduce it logically.

Zhou Zhenyue blamed herself a little.

She thought that if she wasn't such a boring lover, Xueyi might not be unhappy.

It must be because she is not good enough that Xueyi becomes elusive.

How to be a gentle and considerate lover?

Zhou Zhenyue was learning awkwardly. Those things about constellations, blood types, love test questions, etc., which she had always sneered at before, were all put on the desk of her office.

Xiao Ai said, "You should smile more. You are so serious in the company, how can you be so serious with the people you like?"

So Zhou Zhenyue put a mirror on the table. After get off work, she practiced smiling in front of the mirror for an hour, and then went back to see Mu Xueyi with such a smile.

Li Lulu said: "If lipsticks and bags can't solve the problem, it only means that the quantity of lipsticks and bags is not enough. Buy hard! Buy it right!"

Zhou Zhenyue emptied the shelves of new products every quarter, and bought Mu Xueyi lipsticks and bags that she could never use up in her life.

Lu Yan said, "If you are really serious about this relationship, take her to see her family."

The next day, Zhou Zhenyue took Mu Xueyi back to the old house and introduced her to her grandfather.

Mu Xueyi is very fond of her elders. Grandpa is very satisfied with her. Even if she knows that she is the second young lady of the Mu family, he expresses his absolute support for them.

It's just strange, the better she treats Mu Xueyi, the more obvious the faintly suppressed pain in Mu Xueyi's eyes.

Especially when she came back that day after seeing her grandfather, she came out of the shower and saw Mu Xueyi quietly curled up in the corner of the balcony crying.

Zhou Zhenyue watched Mu Xueyi silently for a long time.

In the end, she still walked over, squatted beside Mu Xueyi, hugging her knees helplessly.

"What am I doing wrong?"

Ask each other carefully.

Mu Xueyi didn't even dare to look at her, shrinking even tighter.

"...Sorry," Zhou Zhenyue whispered, "I'm not very good at expressing my feelings, but I can slowly learn how to express them better."

Mu Xueyi grabbed the edge of his pants.

"Can you wait for me?"

Zhou Zhenyue took her hand and promised her.

"In the future, I will be better."

Mu Xueyi remained silent, not even raising his head.

At that moment, Zhou Zhenyue discovered that the girl who seemed to be gentle and optimistic on the outside actually had an iceberg in her heart that was harder than herself.

She wrapped herself in that iceberg, not letting anyone see her inner fragility.

Including her Zhou Zhenyue—

This should be her lover.

Mu Xueyi cried more and more times.

Although she usually hides and cries secretly, but Zhou Zhenyue is watching her, she will inevitably find out.

Zhou Zhenyue became more and more nervous, and she even regretted that she didn't try to have a few romances while she was in school to gain some experience. When she met the person she really liked, she was so helpless.

Once in the middle of the night, she woke up in a daze and heard the people around her crying secretly again.

She turned around, hugged Mu Xueyi from behind, and said weakly:

"I don't know what you are worrying about. If it is because of my problem, you can tell me directly. You are the person I like, and I am willing to change it for you."

Mu Xueyi was silent for a long time before he said in a hoarse voice, "Ayue, don't like me so much."

Zhou Zhenyue asked, "Why?"

After another long silence, Mu Xueyi spoke:

"Because... I didn't plan to go on with you all the time."

Zhou Zhenyue was stunned, "...what do you mean?"

Mu Xueyi: "It means that one day, we will be separated."

Zhou Zhenyue chewed and interpreted Mu Xueyi's words repeatedly, exhausting her ability to understand emotions. Every time I think about the word "separation", the bitterness can't stop filling my heart, and the five internal organs are distorted in pain.

She forced herself to smile, as she had practiced countless times in the mirror.

"It's ok…"

Her voice trembled a little.

"I can understand that not everyone is like me. If you like someone, you have to run for the rest of your life. You don't have to feel responsible for me just because I am serious."

Zhou Zhenyue hugged the person in her arms tightly, obviously reluctant to let go, but still said:

"Xueyi, you don't have to be responsible for me."

She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and finished speaking.

"Although you like me when you like me, and when you don't like me, you can leave at any time."

Mu Xueyi was silent for a moment and said:

"That's not your truth, is it?"

Before Zhou Zhenyue could react, the pillow towel under the corner of her eyes was wet with tears.

She buried her face in the curly hair on the back of Mu Xueyi's neck.

That night, Zhou Zhenyue didn't remember what time she fell asleep.

When she fell asleep, her eyes were still wet, and she tightly grasped Mu Xueyi's hand. In the blurry time, a dream murmured:

"…do not leave Me."

Mu Xueyi looked at her lightly in the dark, raised her hand, and seemed to want to touch her face.

But when she just raised it, she curled her fingers and put it down again.

In the next few days, Mu Xueyi said that he was going home.

Zhou Zhenyue didn't know what she was doing when she went home, and she didn't dare to ask more, just silently waiting for her to come back at the riverside apartment every day.

Five days later, Zhou Zhenyue got off work as usual.

On the way back to the riverside apartment, Xiao Ai answered a phone call, and her face changed immediately.

The car changed its trajectory and drove directly to Anyang City Hospital.

When Zhou Zhenyue stepped into the ward, Mu Xueyi hadn't woken up yet.

The man lay quietly on the hospital bed, his face pale as never before. The body was blocked by the hospital gown and the quilt. There were several very obvious red and swollen palm prints on the face exposed on the upper edge of the quilt.

The doctor said that the area covered under the quilt was more serious, and two ribs were broken.

Zhou Zhenyue almost bleed out her palm, and for the first time tasted extreme anger.

Mu family...

She thought that she had to figure out the connection between Xueyi and the Mu family. After she figured it out, she would fish out Xueyi from that family. Regardless of whether Xueyi chooses to be with her in the end, she can't go back to the **** of Mu's house.

Zhou Zhenyue used real means to thoroughly investigate the Mu family, and even asked her grandfather to use a deeper and wider network and eyeliner.

Digging radishes usually brings out some mud, and she actually has this mental preparation.

But what she didn't expect was that the radish was an imagined radish, but the mud was an unexpected mud.

From Xiao Ai's evasive eyes when reporting to her, it can be seen that something extraordinary has been found.

Zhou Zhenyue: "Speak straight, don't stutter."

Xiao Ai sighed and reported the final result to Zhou Zhenyue in a low voice.

During their investigation, in addition to the personal experiences of Mu Guocheng and Mu Xueyi, they also accidentally discovered another extremely terrifying thing—

M Moser was planning to steal Zhou's confidential documents.

The people placed by the Mu Clan have infiltrated the middle and senior levels of the Zhou Clan, and that hand is getting closer and closer to the secret.

And Mu Xueyi was actually one of the undercover agents.

…undercover.

Zhou Zhenyue was stunned in the chair, and for a while, she seemed to have lost her language function.

Undercover.

That afternoon, she sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows for four hours.

Staring at the street corner where Mu Xueyi always guarded, and at the stray dog ​​that was still wandering there picking up garbage to eat, she remained motionless for four hours.

No wonder... that person never had desire in his eyes when he looked at him.

No wonder she never cares if she gives feedback, doesn't stick to her, and never gets angry with her.

All the tenderness in her that moved her heart, it turned out, was because of...

She doesn't love her at all.

Zhou Zhenyue felt that there should be no more ridiculous person in the world than her.

It's ridiculous.

She got up stiffly from the chair, called Xiao Ai, and instructed: "Throw all Mu Xueyi's things out of the riverside apartment."

Xiao Ai hesitated: "Mr. Zhou, maybe you shouldn't do this at this time..."

Xiao Ai took a breath and looked at Zhou Zhenyue tremblingly, "There is one more thing I haven't had time to report to you. I heard from Mu's servant that Mu Xueyi went home this time because she was trying her best to beg Mu Guo. Cheng gave up this plan. Mu Guocheng did not agree, so she knelt outside the door for five days, and on the last day, Mu Guocheng thought she was an eyesore, broke her ribs, and sent her to the hospital."

Zhou Zhenyue clenched her teeth tightly, unable to tell whether her colic internal organs were because she felt sorry for herself or because of that person.

God really loves to tease people.

But in this kind of teasing, in the pain of entanglement, there is an irresistible feeling of relief in the bottom of my heart.

why?

Why, just when she thought everything was so ridiculous, Mu Xueyi told her in this way:

- Their feelings are actually not that funny.

The author has something to say: tomorrow may not be more

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Shi Lai Run, Shi An, just a little grass, Chen Ling, Sui An, Lao Wu, May I be happy for a lifetime, and a little dust;

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