You were the one who wanted to separate

Xiu Qi has also been writing in Jinjiang for six or seven years, and his ability to use words and plots is far superior to that of before, but this book has only written the beginning, and he already feels physically and mentally exhausted.Those plots were clearly engraved in his mind, but he still hesitated when writing.

Because he was afraid, he was afraid that he would not be able to present this story in the best way, and he was even more afraid that he, who had been avoiding all this time, would still not be able to face those turbulent memories this time.

I read it again from the beginning to the end, and couldn't find anything to modify, so Xiu Qi put the finished three chapters in the manuscript box, set the release time, and closed the browser.When he turned his head and looked out the window, he realized that it was getting dark before he knew it. He just sat in front of the computer and wrote all afternoon. Occasionally, some customers came to buy things and paid the bill absent-mindedly. Now stop Only then did I feel sore all over, and my stomach was empty.

Xiu Qi walked around the store looking for something to eat, he hesitated when his eyes touched the braised beef noodles on the shelf, and finally went out of the supermarket, ready to go to the small restaurant next to him to buy something to eat.

The outdoor temperature at night is much more comfortable. There is still a bit of residual heat from the scorching sun during the day, but it is not too hot. The cool breeze blows on his face, so Xiu Qi can't help standing at the entrance of the supermarket and stretching Waist, and then he saw a familiar black car parked in the parking space directly opposite.

Xiu Qi's movements were still for a few seconds, he couldn't help but be familiar with that car, after all, he was sent back from that dusty country road by this car yesterday, and he went to the clinic in this car again in the morning.It's just this time, no, any time, this car shouldn't be parked here, right?

Xiu Qi bit his lower lip, and slowly approached the car. The lights in the car were not turned on. With the light of the supermarket, he could only see a figure sitting inside, and the light spots of cigarettes flickering in the figure's hands. .As soon as Xiu Qi got close to the driver's seat, before he could reach out his hand, the car window was slowly lowered, and the strong smell of cigarettes immediately rushed to Xiu Qi's face.

Sure enough, every time I met this person, I was so unlucky.

Xiu Qi coughed violently a few times, waved his hands vigorously in front of him, and finally breathed in the fresh air, followed him to see a face with no emotion, and those calm but red eyes. Bloodshot eyes.The owner of those eyes seemed to be taken aback for a moment when he saw him, and then said, "Why are you here?"

"I'm coming out..." Xiu Qi suddenly came to his senses halfway through his words, "This is my door, isn't it normal for me to be here? I want to ask, why are you here?"

"Passing by and resting for a while." Mu Yu's tone was extraordinarily calm, as if it was what he said, it was quite normal for him to drive out of the city and pass by the door of his first love's house, and stop the car for a rest.

Xiu Qi felt that he was also funny, even if this person stopped at his door, what should he do?Probably because I wrote a lot of manuscripts, and I was still stuck in the emotions of the day and didn't wake up in time, so I should have such a little care for this person at this time?Or any other emotion.

He exhaled slowly and smiled, "Then you continue to rest and don't disturb me." After speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute." Mu Yu suddenly stretched out his hand to hold his arm, then pushed open the door and got out of the car, reached out to touch Xiu Qi's head, and said softly, "Has the fever subsided?"

"Thank you for your concern." Xiu Qi lowered his eyes and took a step back to avoid the other party's hand. "Thank you for the noon matter."

"You're welcome." Mu Yu seemed to hesitate for a moment, but he still asked, "That man, is your boyfriend?"

"Ex. You are now the ex." Xiu Qi glanced at the other party's expression, and laughed at himself, "It's true that I have always been so blind when choosing a boyfriend, and I also look down on myself, so Don't bother you to laugh at me."

Mu Yu frowned slightly: "Always?"

Xiu Qi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Yeah, isn't it always?" He raised his head, his eyes were as black as ink and seemed to glow with water, "The one who left first was not me after all."

Mu Yu's expression became particularly ugly at this moment, and it took him a long time to say: "It's all happened so many years ago, and it's meaningless to mention it again."

"Yeah, I don't think it's interesting either." Xiu Qi shook his head, "I haven't eaten dinner yet, so I won't bother you, sitting alone in front of the parking space at the gate of someone else's community, in a daze."

Mu Yu locked the car casually: "I haven't had dinner yet, let's go together."

Xiu Qi wanted to turn around and say something, but at the moment he opened his mouth, he suddenly thought that he had vowed to invite someone to dinner this morning, and he couldn't avoid the meal anyway, so he might as well take advantage of tonight to clean up the relationship completely.Mu Yu appeared for two days, and he was unlucky for two days. After all, there shouldn't be any involvement between them.Memories are memories after all, and it would be a bit too stupid to have something wrong with this person because of memories.

Thinking of this, Xiu Qi said: "That's all right, let's have another meal." Then he walked towards the small restaurant in front of him without looking back.

Mu Yu seemed to hesitate for a moment behind him, then he strode up and grabbed Xiu Qi's arm before he walked into the small restaurant next door: "You're still sick, it's too greasy to eat here."

Xiu Qi was a little impatient, and stretched out his slippers-wearing feet towards Mu Yu: "Then why do I still eat instant noodles? Can my feet withstand being scalded again?"

"I'll do it, you rest." Mu Yu said as he took the key out of Xiu Qi's hand and opened the lock on the supermarket door.

Xiu Qi closed his eyes, okay, anyway, it's just this one meal, let him do what he wants.After entering the door, he sat down on the rocking chair behind the cash register, and pointed inwardly: "There is a small kitchen in there, there may be some food in the refrigerator, you can do it yourself, but it's best to hurry up "After eating, get out of here.

Mu Yu followed the direction Xiu Qi pointed to and found the small kitchen. When he opened the refrigerator, he found that there were only a few eggs in it, not even a leaf of green vegetables. He glanced across the kitchen, but there was not much smoke, and he didn't know this person. Live by something every day.

Mu Yu sighed softly, turned around and went to the shelf to take a bag of dried noodles and a few seasonings, and took a look at the door. The man turned the rocking chair at some point and was staring at the dark outside. Think about something.Mu Yu's eyes lingered on him for a long time, he hadn't seen him for so many years, he seemed to be a little thinner, and he still had that slap-sized white face, shrunk in the rocking chair, unexpectedly looking a little pitiful.

He still doesn't seem to know how to take care of himself.

Mu Yu squeezed the seasoning in his hand, turned around and went into the kitchen again.

Even though he had turned the chair so that he could not turn his eyes inside, he could still hear various sounds from the kitchen.He felt a little funny, he had just finished writing that when he went to Mu Yu's house for the first time, Mu Yu cooked noodles for him, and within an hour, this person appeared in his kitchen to cook noodles for him as if he had traveled through time.

If he had known that he was so skillful in writing, that he could write what he wanted, then he would not be willing to promise such an ending to the two of them that day, would he?

But what's the use of thinking about it now?He found that he should cut off contact with this person as soon as possible, and the frequency of cranky thoughts these days is more than in the past few years.But what I have to say is that it was precisely because he met this person that he suddenly had the courage to finish writing that story. It seems that only by writing that story with an ending can the two of them have a long life together in those years. Only then did it really come to an end.He truly let go of them, himself, and the past.

Suddenly footsteps came from behind, Xiu Qi turned his head subconsciously, and saw Mu Yu coming out of the kitchen with two bowls of noodles.He put the noodle bowl on the table and thought for a while: "Your refrigerator is too empty, so you can only cook this bowl of noodles, but I used thick soup treasure, so the taste should be okay."

Although it is only two ordinary bowls of noodles, it is still different. The taste is not bad because of the addition of thick soup treasure. There is a whole egg lying in each bowl. When you poke it with chopsticks, the yellowish Tender egg wash.Everything is subject to change. Mu Yu, who could only boil noodles and eggs in plain water back then, can now cook soft-boiled eggs.

During the years they were separated, they grew up to be strangers to each other.

Damn, eating a bowl of noodles actually gave me so much emotion.Xiu Qi threw his chopsticks and got up suddenly, Mu Yu, who was eating noodles, glanced at him, then stood up: "Where are you going?"

"I..." Xiu Qi hesitated for a moment, and looked down at the steaming noodles on the table, "I'm a bit weak, go get a bottle of chili sauce." After speaking, he saw that the other party's expression seemed to freeze for a moment, still Without looking carefully, Mu Yu's face was already normal, and he was pressed back in the seat: "Go ahead and eat, I know what you eat, I'll get it."

You know shit.Xiu Qi couldn't help complaining in his heart, after so many years, he doesn't believe that person still remembers, not to mention his taste can't be changed?He stuffed two mouthfuls of noodles into his mouth indiscriminately, and the man sat down on the opposite chair again, and then pushed a bottle of chili sauce with a familiar package in front of his eyes: "Is it this kind?"

"……Yes."