Network distribution writer and CV master

Although they didn't see the expected cherry blossoms, the two of them were still in a good mood.

Leaving the original site of Sakura Park, the two of them walked to the Bund together, and entered a very romantic restaurant. (The main reason is that the photos outside the restaurant are so mouth-watering!!! It must be delicious!!! The little writer is a little excited.)

The young waiter provided service courteously and politely, set the tableware, took out a menu from the side, and said softly: "Gentlemen, this is our restaurant's special menu, if you need it, you can Command us. Ring the bell and I will come to your service."

Little Writer (looking at the menu intently, nodding, indicating that he understands): "Yeah."

Gu Feng nodded his chin slightly, indicating that the waiter could leave.

Finally returned to the space between the two of them, Gu Feng felt very relaxed. He naturally leaned back on the seat back and looked at Little Tutu wantonly without any burden, "What do you want to eat? You can order it yourself."

The little writer raised his head slightly, but looked down, left and right, avoiding the lonely wind, "fish with pickled cabbage, twice-cooked pork, boiled pork slices, spicy crayfish, lettuce in oyster sauce." That should be enough, right?In fact, I want to eat anything. . .Will it be regarded as a rice bucket? . . QQ

How could his small movements not be noticed by Gu Feng who has been watching him, knowing what else he wants to eat, afraid that he would be embarrassed and dare not order again, so he simply took the menu, "Add spicy chicken, chicken feet in black bean sauce, okay?" Okay?" (Gu Feng remembered that Tutu had posted on Weibo before, and he seemed to like it.)

Sure enough, the little writer nodded again and again, very happy.What a simple little white rabbit, I don't know if it will be trafficked and sold because of a carrot.

"By the way, I forgot to ask Da Da if he eats spicy food..." Tutu suddenly remembered that he hadn't asked Gufeng's taste.

"It's okay, I can eat spicy food." After Gu Feng finished speaking, he rang the bell to summon the waiter, told him what he had ordered, and then looked at the little writer.

Feeling Gu Feng's scorching gaze on his body, the little writer didn't know what to say.Gu Feng didn't speak for a moment, he liked the shy look of the little rabbit very much.

After struggling for a long time, I still couldn't restrain my desire to learn the truth from Gu Feng.Finally, Tutu plucked up the courage, "Da Da, are you...still playing with Jiansan's account?"

Finally found out?very good. "Yes. Yes." Gu Feng admitted generously.

"Someone said..." Tutu glanced at Gufeng, and didn't continue talking.

"Say what?" Gu Feng deliberately ignored his words, took a sip of water calmly, and then leaned back on the chair.

Just as the little writer was about to speak, the waiter suddenly appeared and brought up the dishes, so the little writer had to wait for the waiter to leave.As soon as the waiter walked away, he couldn't wait to say

"That's the one... It said that our two accounts formed a relationship and traveled all over the world. People have written about it on the forum. It is 818, which is very popular recently. Don't you know?"

"Yeah." I know.

"No, just say...? What did you say?" Hearing Gu Feng's answer, the little writer couldn't believe it, and unconsciously opened his round eyes, like a rabbit about to be cornered. .

Gu Feng sat up straight forward, stretched out his hand, crossed the table, touched the head of the opposite rabbit, and comforted him, "It's me." "Student Tutu, I like you very much. That's why I will play in the game As for the 818, I saw it. I was going to show you the screenshots of those photos, but since you saw it yourself, it's the same. Anyway, I just want to take you to see those photos Scenery. For me, you have become a little secret of my ordinary life without knowing when, I want to protect you, I want to be with you. Then you, would you like to be with me?" Gu Feng Look at him sincerely, expecting his answer.

The little writer: "Big Daddy, shouldn't we just play together now?" The little writer avoided the question and didn't want to reject him, but. . .There is no way to promise him.

Gu Feng: "Tutu, it's not this kind of being together. I want to fall in love with you, and I want to live with you until we grow old together." Although the little writer gave him a step and wanted him to end this one topic, but Gufeng didn't want to give up.He had waited for this moment for too long, and he didn't want the two of them to return to the original relationship.

Little writer: "Stop talking." I like you too, very much, very much.real.But big, I can't promise you, we can't be together.

On the one hand, he felt that he was not worthy of Gu Feng.As far as he knows, from what he said on Weibo and the live broadcast, Gu Feng is working on projects by himself and earns a lot of money.Moreover, his voice is very quality, because he has a strong sense of drama, and the quality of the dramas he supports is very high, and his Weibo fans will soon exceed 100 million.On the other hand, I just can support myself just enough to support myself.On the other hand, the little writer doesn't have the confidence to go on with Gufeng forever. If the relationship breaks down, not only will he and Gufeng not be able to return to the beginning, they will even be inferior to strangers.At that time, he will not only return to his life alone, but also lose a true friend.The young writer has very few friends, and he is unwilling and afraid to take risks.

Seeing the little writer's eyes, Gu Feng suddenly understood that the song "I Think I'm Not Good Enough" was also sung to himself.Tutu always felt that he was not good enough and not worthy of him.The gap between two people is too great, it is impossible and not suitable to be together.So he always confesses himself, on the surface it seems to be an active role, but he never takes any further action.Instead, as the pursued Gufeng, he always takes the initiative to attack, waiting for the prey to lose his defense little by little, so that he can slowly approach him step by step.

Seeing that the little writer was about to stick his head into the bowl, Gu Feng couldn't bear to force him any more, and didn't speak.The two were eating dinner quietly, with only the sound of chopsticks and spoons hitting the rim of the bowl.

"Eat some of this." Seeing Tutu eating fish all the time, Gufeng picked up a chopstick of vegetables for him. "you do not mind?"

Tutu didn't even dare to lift his head, and took two mouthfuls of rice, "Thank you, I can get it myself."

I knew I wouldn't have said it so quickly, and now I can't even pick up vegetables.Gu Feng sighed inwardly.

Finally finished the two bowls of rice, afraid of Tutu's embarrassment, and didn't know what to say, Gufeng settled the bill, stood up first, and said, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

"No need..." the little writer muttered, he could take the subway home from the Bund Bridge Station.Moreover, he didn't want to get along awkwardly with Da Da anymore.

"Let's go." Gu Feng ignored his refusal, and walked into the subway station with him.

The subway coincided with the evening rush hour, and the carriage was crowded with people. Gu Feng didn't keep looking at him, and the two of them kept silent.Occasionally, when someone was about to touch Tutu, Gufeng would pull him towards him.When there were fewer people, Tutu consciously stood back and kept some distance from Gufeng.Looking at Tutu's movements coldly, Gufeng didn't stop him, not even a trace of emotion.

"Big Daddy, I'll get off at the next stop." Tutu finally plucked up the courage and met Gu Feng's eyes, meaning that he was about to leave soon.

"Hmm." Gu Feng didn't speak any more, and the little writer didn't know what he meant.He peeked several times, wanting to say something to break the deadlock, but was afraid. . .In the end, I still did not say anything.

Seeing him like this, Gu Feng's heart softened to the point of confusion.He stared at the little writer for a while, sighed, and said, "Let's go, even though you didn't promise me, I still have to take you home." Just let you go like that, I don't feel relieved.

After getting off the subway, Gu Feng still maintained his elegant demeanor, and sent Tutu to his apartment downstairs.Tutu's house is very close to the subway station, so we walked there in no time.There was no way to go any further, and the two of them could only stop.Tutu lowered his head, not knowing what to say.goodbye?You probably don't want to be friends with yourself anymore, so where is the goodbye?

After waiting for a long time, Tutu didn't speak, Gu Feng took a deep look at him, turned and left without saying a word.

Looking at the back of him resolutely leaving, Tutu's nose was sore, his eyes were reddish, resisting the sadness in his heart, he went upstairs and opened the door of the apartment with the key.

Like losing his soul, he floated into the room, put the things in his hands on the shelf at the door, and when he walked to the side of the small sofa, he lost all his strength and collapsed on the ground.

Now, it's really over.

Gu Feng will never pay attention to himself again in the future, and he will definitely never pay attention to me again.I can no longer sing a chorus with Da Da, can no longer play with Da Da, and can no longer make appointments with Da Da for dinner.From now on, I should be just a stranger in his heart, right?

But that's fine too.I shouldn't be able to drag him down.

Bunny, you did nothing wrong.You can't drag Da Da to walk the road that doesn't work.It doesn't work with two men.Big deserves a better life and not being dragged down by you.However, no matter how I comforted myself, tears kept overflowing from my eyes, really, so sad.

The twilight is all in one, and the night is tireless, rendering the entire sky layer by layer.The lights of Wanjia came on one after another, but the little writer's house was still dark.The little writer hugged his knees and nestled in the small single sofa, not knowing what to think.

Jingling, the ringing of the mobile phone awakened the little writer who was immersed in his thoughts.He maintained his original posture, fished out his cell phone, and connected the call.

"Hey, Tutu, it's mom." The voice of the person on the phone was very guilty, as if he could see the shame on his face.

But, what is there to be ashamed of? My mother not only supported me until I was an adult, but now that I have successfully graduated from college, my mother doesn't owe me anything at all.The person who owes should be himself.

"Well, Mom, I'm here." The little writer cleared his throat slightly, pretending to be nonchalant, and replied.

"Tutu?" Tutu's mother was a little puzzled. Although the little writer tried her best to hide her emotions, her mother felt that there was something wrong with the tone of her voice, "Are you wronged?"

"No, Mom. What's the matter, Mom, why did you suddenly think of calling me?"

"You child, can't mom call you? Besides, you haven't come back for so long, and Rourou misses you too. I have been arguing to see you these days. It's not because I was afraid that you were busy, so I didn't dare to call Do you?" Rourou is the daughter of Tutu's mother and stepfather, and she likes Tutu's brother very much.Although Uncle Wang doesn't like him very much, Tutu is still very happy to get along with Rourou.

"Brother Tutu, can you come back and play with Rourou tomorrow? Mom said you are very busy, but tomorrow is only one day, okay? Hmm~ okay?" The little girl on the other end grabbed the phone, tenderly The voice sounded, and she kept acting like a baby to Tutu.

"Well~ good, Rourou is so good, brother will go back to accompany you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay~ Lagougou~ Brother must come tomorrow."

"Okay~ Brother promises you."

After hanging up the phone, Tutu finally cheered up.Turning on the light, the whole space brightened up, as if injecting a force into Tutu's heart.Let's go, let's clean the room, it hasn't been cleaned for a long time.

From the room to the small living room, after mopping the floor for more than an hour, and even flushing the toilet several times, the little writer was so tired that he couldn't even lift his hands.Struggling to take a shower and change clothes, the little writer lay on the bed and soon fell asleep.

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