After the leader of He Sen

"Hello, you are Xiangyang's senior in the team—" My eyes fell on his face, my whole body became stiff, and my voice stopped abruptly.

Absolutely, really absolutely.I want to travel back to two days ago and tell myself that I should pay more attention to who is in Xiangyang's team.

Although they all play volleyball, I never expected such a coincidence.

How many years have I not seen this person? Counting from the transfer of high school, plus the survival time of the week, there should be ten years.

His expression was not too good when he saw me. It is polite to use the description of "not too good", and it should be said "pretty bad".

Probably feel the same as me, wishing to disappear in place before the other party's eyes.

"Li-xiang?" he asked uncertainly.

Is it still too late to pretend to be a stranger?It must be too late, I bite the bullet and reply: "Long time no see, Gong Yoo."

In a trance, I heard the sound of bubbles bursting. What is gushing out of it?air?Or the emotion that has been suppressed, does this emotion belong to me or his?

Probably not mine.

perhaps.

I saw Gong Yoo's pupils shrank, like a cat suddenly vigilant, but he didn't look like a cat.

What is the purpose of standing deadlocked at the door like two stone statues like this, the cold wind has already taken advantage of the opening of the door and cheered and broke in, I broke the silence: "Go into the house."

He followed into the room, and then suddenly screamed, it was like a thunder on the ground.

I was taken aback and frowned: "Why are you so surprised?"

He seemed to be pinched by the neck, and it became difficult to pronounce words. His eyes were like broken glass, falling to the ground with a clatter, and the only one who was cut was himself.

"What's wrong with the legs...the legs?" His voice seemed to be stuck in his throat by a peach pit.

"A car accident, infection, amputation, and lameness." This short answer helped me avoid many people's probing eyes, and it was also used to answer the doubts of my ex-boyfriend today.

Can't say more, it's useless to say more.Most of them just want to satisfy curiosity and express sympathy politely, and don't really want to hear your complaints.

"Let me take a look." The ex-boyfriend didn't follow the routine.

"What?" I was still wondering if I had heard it wrong.

"Let me see where it was cut off, let me see!" He approached me, he was so tall, and his voice was irritating, I was a little scared.

"What nonsense are you talking about." I hid back.

He wasn't talking nonsense, he actually came over and tried to look at my legs.

Look at my half-butchered stump.

The amputated part has healed, and red tender flesh grows in the center, which looks like a mouth.I greeted it in the mirror, it cried when it opened its mouth, and said it was so painful when it opened its mouth, I dare not talk to it again.

Don't show such ugly things to others.

"It was truncated from the knee down, you know now, don't look at it." I said in a panic.

Gong Yoo leaned over and stared at me, his dark eyeballs had a nearly transparent film of water, like a precursor to crying, "I want to see." His voice was hoarse.

He knelt down to touch the cold prosthetic limb, and did not move.

I froze and didn't move for a long time before I looked down. There were fresh water marks on the ground.

"Don't you look at me!" he said fiercely, and then he said he was sorry.

I just felt at a loss in my heart, it's none of your business that I was amputated, why did you say sorry.

Because ugliness is the original sin, ugly women should be cast aside even if they are hurt.Beauty is a passport, should a beautiful woman be pitied only when she is hurt?

He didn't apologize when he hurt me before, but now he says sorry for another wound that has nothing to do with him.I don't have any feelings, I just feel that my heart is as cold as a lake under the moonlight.

Knowing the reason for his tears, I breathed a sigh of relief, and I also let go of the depression I had when we first met, and even my tone softened and tolerated a little, "Gong You, get up first, Xiangyang and the others will be back later. "

He looked up at me, his eyes were a little red, and he stood up with a cry.

"Have you grown taller? It seems to be several centimeters taller than when you were in high school." I closed the door of my heart and talked nonchalantly.

"It's really grown a little taller." Probably because he didn't want me to see his red eye sockets, Gong Yoo tilted his head and didn't meet my gaze.

We sat down on the sofa, separated by a short distance.

"Why are you at Xiangyang's house?" he asked.

"Actually, I..." explained the relationship with Xiangyang.

Gong Yoo looked surprised: "What? Do you still have this relationship? What a coincidence! Xiangyang and I are now playing in the same club."

"...It's really a coincidence." I, an idiot who is so dull, "Do you want tea, or drink? I'll get it for you."

"No, talk to me."

Not much to say either.

"Ah! I almost forgot to ask, why did you block me for no reason last night!" Gong You suddenly accused.

"What? Block? When will I block you...Did you call me last night?" The key is why there is my call?

Gong Yoo pulled out the call record, and said anxiously: "Look, you hung up the first time I called, and when I called again for the second time, I found that I had been blocked."

I recalled the only number I blocked last night, "Sorry, I thought it was a salesman selling products during Christmas..."

"Who is the salesman! I thought, I thought... I thought you knew the caller was me and blocked you on purpose." The more he spoke, the lower his voice became.

"It's not that far yet." I released him from the blacklist, "But you didn't say a word when you called for the first time. I thought it was because the salesman was not very skilled in business."

"I didn't say a word because—because the signal was so bad!"

Why are you so excited?

Still, "Where did you get my number?"

Gong You replied: "A girl, I met at a class reunion."

"A girl?" The only old classmate who knew my number was the new colleague who worked together, "Is it Tagawa Akemi?"

Tagawa had clearly said before that he would not go to the party, so he probably changed his mind temporarily.

Gong You frowned: "I don't know, I didn't ask."

Good guy, as expected of you.

"Do you want to wait here for Xiangyang and the others to come back?"

"Yeah, you're bored? Do you want to watch a football game?" I handed him the remote control, "Change the channel yourself."

"Oh... wait, where are you going?" He held my wrist, and he felt some unbelievable expression on his face, "How can it be so thin?"

His broad palm wraps my wrist well, and his hand is so big.

"I've caught a cold for the past two days, and I'm not very energetic, so I want to go back to the bedroom to catch up on sleep." I feel that I have slept enough in the past two days, and I mainly want to be alone.

"Cold? Do you have a fever? Have you taken any medicine? Have you been to the doctor?"

This is too concerned about me, I was caught off guard by this series of questions, "I had a fever yesterday, but today I'm almost fine."

"So, you weren't feeling well when I called you?"

"That's it."

He scratched his hair, looking very irritable, "Then I—"

There was the sound of the door lock rattling, accompanied by the rustling of shopping bags.

"We're back!" Xiangyang and his aunt entered the door one after another.

"Welcome back." I went up to help me get things, and Gong Yoo who was next to me did it for me.

"Gong Yoo looks very energetic." Auntie greeted him familiarly, it seems that Gong Yoo came here for the first time.

"Auntie, long time no see." She actually greeted her elders properly, and she really grew up a lot.

"It's true that I haven't come to play at home for a while. I bought very good ingredients in the mall just now. I have to stay for dinner at noon. If you have nothing to do at night, you can stay overnight." The aunt said enthusiastically.

Me: Just eat lunch, what is the operation of staying overnight?

Gong Yoo glanced at me and said happily, "Thank you, Auntie."

"Have you and Lixiang introduced themselves to each other?" Xiangyang, who put the ingredients in the refrigerator, enthusiastically joined the conversation.

"We knew each other before." Gong Yoo said.

"Really?! Is it a classmate?" Xiangyang asked in surprise, it looked really cold outside, and his face was flushed from the cold.

"Yes, I was in the first year of high school in Inarizaki High School. Later, because of my father's job change, I changed schools several times before finally settling down in Yokohama." It's better not to tell them about the awkward relationship between the ex-boyfriend and boyfriend.

"That's very good, I feel that tonight is very lively, let's celebrate together when Xiao Xia comes back!" Auntie said with great interest.

Me: "Ahhmm." Celebrate what?

"Is there any discomfort in our Lixiang's body now?" After the happy aunt changed the topic from "celebration" to my health, the expression on her face changed to worry.

"It doesn't matter anymore."

Gong Yoo, who couldn't read the air, interjected: "Just now I said that I want to go to the bedroom to sleep for a while, the cold is still not completely healed."

Me: That's just an excuse to refuse to be in the same room with you, you idiot.

My aunt felt that she had been deceived and asked me, "Is that so?"

"...I was indeed a little tired just now, but now I am energetic. Most of the reason why I am sleepy is the effect of the medicine in the morning."

My aunt smiled and patted me on the shoulder: "That's good, I'll eat more for lunch later."

terrible.

When my aunt was cooking, I wanted to help but was rejected, "It's hard to reunite with my former classmates, let's have a good chat together."

I came to help in the kitchen to avoid chatting: ...

"Okay, okay, let's go and play. Li Xiangming is still young, but she always gives people a very old feeling. She should play more with her peers and smile more." Auntie is cooking bonito Dry soup base, ruthlessly drove me out of the kitchen.

In the living room, Xiangyang and Gong You are watching a game, a volleyball match.

Gong Yoo seemed a little restless, seeing me back and asked, "Are you going to help Auntie in the kitchen?"

"It was planned like this, but it was kicked out."

He looked quite happy, and patted the seat next to him, "Come and sit here!"

"Does Lixiang feel that watching the game is boring? Is there any idol drama you want to watch?" Xiangyang asked me caringly.

"I've seen enough when you go to the mall to buy things, and I can still understand a little bit of volleyball, so I won't feel bored." I don't know how to analyze the powerful skills on the court, but I still understand the general rules of the game Yes, after all, I went to find out about it in order to cheer for Gong Yoo.

In other words, will he still hate being disturbed by the sound of cheering when serving the ball as before?That expression was really scary enough.

So the three of them watched the game together.

Xiangyang and Gong You exchanged some thoughts from time to time, most of the professional words I heard were in the fog, and there was a feeling of ignorance.

An advertisement interspersed in the middle of the game, and I was immediately refreshed. Isn't this the curry advertisement I saw in the mall that said "I ate Ower curry, and the serve is extremely sharp"?

Xiangyang covered his stomach and laughed, "No, no matter how many times you watch Yingshan, it's always funny, hahahaha!"

"Yingshan? Xiangyang, do you know this boy who eats curry rice? It looks cute." I pointed to the person on the TV and asked him.

Before Xiangyang could answer, Gong You said with a dark face: "Huh? Cute? How cute is this guy?!"

Me: ...why are you yelling so loudly?