lost snail

I know that until now, whether I love or not love has no effect, he has no feelings for me long ago.I must be cruel next.

—— Chi Ning's diary

I want to go home.

What I'm talking about, of course, is not the home that was burned down with only the pillars and beams, my home, now only the small apartment in the old-fashioned community that he rented for me is left, It is also the little house where we quarreled and lingered together.

After I broke up, I never dared to come here again.I should have packed up my things and moved away a long time ago, but because of my cowardice, I dragged on for two full years.

There are only three keys to this house, one with me, one with him, and one with the landlord.

But it has been more than two years since they broke up, how could Shen Feng still remain infatuated for a person who ruthlessly cheated him for six years and then abandoned him like tearing down a bridge?What is the difference between renewing the lease for such a house that has no meaning to continue and waiting for the dead tree to bloom?

I am clearly aware of all this. It is very possible that he has already contacted the landlord to return the house. If there is no key to return, he may have to ask the landlord to change the lock. There is no time to remove and clean things with memories, so the only way is to ask the landlord Discarded as trash.

Yes, when it is no longer useful, it is equivalent to garbage!

Standing outside the familiar door, next to the corner where the bastard I had quarreled with sat, I didn't dare to squint, fearing that too many memories would affect my choice.I took out the key and aimed it at the lock.

If you can't open it, just forget it, forget all about it, completely!Like him, if they are separated, the two of them can still live happily, isn't it a happy ending?

Go deep, twist, click!

Opening the door, closing the door, I dropped the key on the floor, slid down against the door, and sat on the dusty floor mat.

"Beep, beep, beep."

"Hey."

"I'm at home, I'm packing up, come over here and take your things away."

"It's useless, you lost it."

"If you don't come, I'll mail it to your school."

"…it is good…"

"I'm waiting for you."

Putting down the phone, I knew that according to Shen Feng's temperament, I had to tidy up this place before night.But everything in front of me is too familiar, and the past is like a movie playback.

The young man was stepping on his sneakers, with half a dumpling in his mouth, and was groping in his pocket while wearing his coat.

"Ningning, throw me my key."

Another young man with disheveled hair leaned out half of his body from under the quilt, grabbed the key chain with the alphabet bear on the bedside table, and threw it towards the door.That key holder was a gift from me to him.

"Why do you always leave your things when you go out?"

"I'm leaving, you go to sleep."

"What are you doing so early in the morning?"

"I have to go home."

"get out."

The young man rolled over with his pillow in his arms and rolled back into the bed.

Next to the checkered tablecloth again, a memory hits.

The young man stood on the table, bowing his body, with anticipation and tension in his eyes, while the young man sitting at the opposite table grabbed a chopstick, picked up a vegetable leaf and put it in his mouth.

"How about it?"

Shen Feng showed a surprised expression, and said pleasantly, "Not bad, try it yourself."

I also grabbed the chopsticks and took a bite, "Why do I think I put too much salt in this leek?"