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After New Year's Eve, Mi Zhiqiu felt her heart beat faster.

He suspected at first that it was because the moon was about to fall, and the earth was secretly reminding him.

Later, he felt that the sound of hula hula mahjong colliding was too noisy, disrupting the rhythm of his heart.

Mi Zhiqiu's family always ends the Chinese New Year the earliest, so the family gathers close neighbors to play cards every day.

At the beginning, Mi Zhiqiu's mother said that she would buy a good mahjong machine this year, which would not break easily.

It seems that it is going to be a family heirloom for Mi Zhiqiu to continue to use when he grows old.

As a result, Mi Zhiqiu's father, who was passing by, recalled that a friend spent more than 3 yuan on a mahjong table.

"Because of him, we all learned to repair mahjong machines."

These lively and turbulent daily life brought Mi Zhiqiu's heart ups and downs.

There is a neighbor's child who often comes to visit with his parents. The little girl who has just entered junior high school especially likes to sit on the floor of Mi Zhiqiu's room and look at things that seem to belong to adults.

Sometimes the little girl would sigh heavily to attract Mi Zhiqiu's attention.Then the braid shook, and pointed to the book in his hand, "It feels so good to grow up."

Their world is still very simple for the time being, and they look very cute even with troubles.

Mi Zhiqiu smiled, "Young age is the happiest thing."

Children don't know that they have the most saturated happiness, and they can't imagine that when they grow up, they will be afraid of beauty, worrying that it is a fleeting possession.

He never shied away from speaking seemingly profound words with younger people, because they actually understood, but they hadn't had time to experience it yet.

"There are too many times when adults need to pretend to be happy."

He didn't know why he suddenly wanted to say these words, but he looked at the photo of the ticket suddenly sent by Xia Xin on his phone, and he always wanted to say something to someone.

The clues are twisted and spread out layer by layer, and the destination is to escape in the maze.

Mi Zhiqiu knew that Xia Xinran would come, even though Xia Xinran didn't say a word about it.

He didn't even wait, just like a bystander, witnessing the night and his arrival as promised.

It wasn't until he pushed open the window and saw that the other party was rarely wearing heavy clothes, rubbing his hands and exhaling warm air into his palms, that he thought a little funny.

Adults also have many times when they need to pretend to be unhappy.

He waited for Xia Xin to look over, waved at him, and tilted his head to him with a confused expression on purpose.

Xia Xin suddenly showed his frank side very easily in front of him, immediately laughed, waved to him, patted the back seat of the car, shrugged while wrapping his coat in his coat, and read a few words silently.

The articulation was exaggerated, Mi Zhiqiu guessed that he was talking about wearing more clothes.

This is really the last thing he needs to worry about, will Mi Zhiqiu wear less clothes?

The person who pretended to be indifferent couldn't hide his smile, and only hoped that the night would keep this secret for him.

Night agreed to his request and told him another secret.

Those flustered heartbeats did not come from the sound of mahjong at home, but from the person waiting for him outside the door.

Xia Xinran is not very good at making eye contact to greet the opponent approaching him. In many years of actual combat, he has learned how to lower his head invisibly, and wait for the opponent to approach before pretending to see it.

But when Mi Zhiqiu's door was closed, he subconsciously looked over and saw that his long padded jacket was like a quilt. He couldn't help but keep this metaphor in his mouth, worried that the other party would criticize his language again.

I didn't realize that I was watching him walking step by step.

Mi Zhiqiu waved his long sleeves, "Why are you here?"

Xia Xin suddenly pointed to the basket of the car, and answered something irrelevant, "Because the wedding ceremony is over." It was as if they had made an appointment to meet.

Mi Zhiqiu bent down and patted the back seat of his car, thinking that it was fine, there was no need for any explanation, he would follow wherever he went anyway.

"Let's go."

Xia Xinran seemed very happy today. After he sat down, he stepped on the pedals and set off, and even dubbed himself a swish.

Facing the winter wind, his voice was blown into white mist, "The Yangtze River Bridge will be closed next month, and I've always wanted to go there once."

Those who were pampered took the initiative to answer.

"It will be unsealed when you come back." Mi Zhiqiu tried to expose him.

"Then you have to wait for a long time, don't you?" Xia Xin suddenly looked very considerate of him.I don't know whether to wait for him to come back, or to wait for the bridge to open.

As if I really wanted to go to the hair dryer.

Mi Zhiqiu slandered, but didn't continue to speak, just looked at the dusk.

He buried his face in the plush collar, feeling the warmth of every breath he exhaled hit his cheeks.

He likes bicycles, just like he likes the back row of the bus. His bulging clothes make his shoulders rub against Xia Xinran's back from time to time, and the lights of the scattered buildings seem to be stars, shuttling on the road.

When the car was parked, Mi Zhiqiu suddenly realized, "Then we have to go back and forth, otherwise what will happen to the car?"

Xia Xin suddenly stuffed the key into Mi Zhiqiu's pocket, "Go back by car, I will leave the bicycle to you for safekeeping."

He rubbed the back of his hand quite naturally, "It's too cold to ride."

Mi Zhiqiu suddenly got a new task, looked at the flowers in the basket and said nothing.

Speaking of walking on the bridge, if there is no special opportunity, few people will try it, and no one wants to try it. After all, the sidewalk will disappear while walking, and occasionally there will be a car passing by. They honked their horns in the way.

Mi Zhiqiu beautified this, "This is a tribute to us."

The wind on the bridge was stronger than expected, like blowing from the sea, roaring and pulling people's ears.

Mi Zhiqiu pulled his hat down, almost covering his face.

Xia Xin suddenly tugged at the hair on his hat, "You look like a joke."

Mi Zhiqiu was puzzled, "Why are you scolding me all of a sudden?"

Xia Xin suddenly explained, "No, I mean you are a joke, afraid of the cold."

Mi Zhiqiu checked the word "cold joke" in his head, and then managed to understand his inexplicable joke, and glanced at him, "It's very cold."

Xia Xin suddenly laughed, feeling that his messy head was full of such unstructured words, so he simply asked Mi Zhiqiu.

"So joke classmates, what am I in your eyes?"

"Cold and cold cat slave." Mi Zhiqiu walked forward with his head buried.

Xia Xinran really didn't expect this answer, pulled his hat and smiled, "I have never been cold to you, I have always come to you."

Saying these words on this occasion seems to have a different meaning, Mi Zhiqiu looked at him sideways, the passing car approached him, then drove away carelessly, like a light blooming on his face, and then dimmed.

No, I used to jump on your windowsill night after night, taking you as my only home.

It's just that you don't know it.

Mi Zhiqiu bowed his head: "It's best."

There is no sound of tide in the river, just like a bronze mirror, which contains the busyness of the city.

After walking for a while, it was not so cold anymore. Mi Zhiqiu looked at the lights in the distance stretching all the way into a curved arc, brightly extinguished in one place, as if the end was close at hand, and it seemed to be just a mirage. He suddenly remembered the strong wind blowing and said, As long as you move your left and right feet, you will eventually arrive.

It seems to be very suitable for the present, but it seems to be a pity that this road is getting shorter and shorter. I want to use my eyes to cast magic, so that the lights will flicker farther and farther, without end.

As if leaking the voice in his heart, Mi Zhiqiu was suddenly pulled by his sleeves, and his steps came to an abrupt stop.

It was only then that Mi Zhiqiu, who had been distracted, realized that the tips of Xia Xinran's ears, which would never turn red no matter how cold it was, were burning like red lights.

Mi Zhiqiu seemed to be connected to a heart detection machine before dying, suddenly returning to spring in the winter night, drawing peaks on the screen.

It seemed that he could only hear his own breathing, and Xia Xinran's words fell into the wind with the roaring locomotive.

"You used to ask me why I treated you differently from others in the first place."

He let go of his hand, as if he breathed a sigh of relief, "Because it's always been different, and it started much earlier than you imagined."

After saying this, as if he had obtained some kind of acquiescence, he smoothly pulled Mi Zhiqiu's bangs that were blown up by the wind behind his ears.

"I know that when you were a freshman, you liked to eat the Japanese ramen at the top of the cafeteria. Add half a bowl of chili. There is a physical education class every Thursday morning. You can only buy chocolate flavor for ice cream."

As if he was afraid that he would be interrupted if he stopped, and as if he had reviewed this passage too many times, he spoke very quickly, "You like to sit next to the air conditioner at the east gate, and you will be hit on the head when others touch you. There is a gray In the winter, I would take a thermos to the library, and if I was reading comics, I would hide in a corner.”

His voice became lower and lower, slowly slowing down, with a hint of a sigh, "I still know a lot, I'm not indifferent to you, I just dare not look at you directly."

He called the silent man's name again.

"Mi Zhiqiu"

Then there was a pause, as if hiding something in the blank space.

"Do you want to know my birthday wish?"

This may be a dialogue that only they can understand. The question that was not answered at the beginning was brought up by the person who had refused to answer it.

Balzac described the secret as a young girl who wore red dancing shoes and finally stopped her spinning dance steps after two years.

There is probably no place less romantic than this, the heavy exhaust and the sound of roaring cars, like a dilapidated accident.

It seems that there is no more romantic place than this, the last days before the closure of the bridge, the stars and rivers with a sense of doom.

Mi Zhiqiu looked at his own reflection in his eyes, the night and the wind were picked up, just like when he was a cat, he had the urge to be kissed.

But finally the line of sight fell down.

He stretched out his hand, closed Xia Xin's collar that was suddenly blown away by the wind, and pulled the zipper to the highest point.

Then he finally smiled, and said suddenly to Xia Xin, "You're leaving next week."

Those long-time actions are obviously intimate, and the neckline that is catching the wind is tightly covered, and it seems that something has absorbed all of Xia Xinran's heat in a pervasive way. He looked at Mi Zhiqiu, quietly wanting to hear something again, even if he Know that you have your answer.

Feelings that are not settled are games.

Even though Xia Xinran didn't participate at all.

In his simple thinking, if he likes it, he likes it, and if he doesn't like it, he leaves it.

But Mi Zhiqiu is not looking forward to victory, but to like him even more.

He wanted Xia Xin to come all the way to deliver flowers suddenly, and he wanted him to dare not say he liked her because he left.

He wanted those that were different, those that were more passionate, and those that were more timid.

Mi Zhiqiu thought, I am greedy.

He tugged on La Xiaxin's sleeve, giving people the illusion of dependence, "Go on."

Xia Xin suddenly looked at his white wrist, which was exposed, and nodded.It seemed that the sound of the car disappeared with the night, and the voice became clearer, "When I come back, do you want to go again?"

Mi Zhiqiu didn't let go of his hand, shaking the corner of his clothes very little, just like the swing caused by walking.

"What are you thinking, I'm not waiting for anything except express delivery."

Slow people have a tree in their hearts, and the best time to plant this tree is a year ago, followed by now.

Mi Zhiqiu was afraid of being greedy and happy, and finally had a big dream.

But he has capital, he has saved half of the chips in this gamble about secret love.

Now it's finally all bets.