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What is death.

Regardless of whether it is physiologically, psychologically or philosophically, countless people throughout the ages have attempted to explain this matter.

However, people still seem to have a tireless pursuit of death, which probably comes from the fear of death.

Now, Bo Fuzhang asked her—are you afraid of death?

Yu Yiru's first reaction was, does she want to discuss philosophical issues with me?I don't know what to do?

Then I suddenly thought, Eh, death is suddenly mentioned, could it be... someone got terminally ill?

What terminal illness?AIDS or Leukemia?Could it be Shen Xingqiao?

No, if it was Shen Xingqiao, why did you suddenly ask her if she was afraid of death?

Yu Yiru finally returned to the question itself. Just as she was about to answer it, she saw Bo Fuzhang suddenly put the jigsaw puzzle that was about to be put together into a box, and got off the bed without a word.

Looking at Bo Fuzhang's back, Yu Yiru suddenly felt uneasy, and couldn't help asking loudly, "Why do you ask me this question?"

Bo Fuzhang stood barefoot on the concrete floor, bending down to pick up a puzzle piece.

Hearing Yu Yiru's words, she paused slightly, then turned her head while maintaining her bent posture.

Under the light, the vest is bent upwards, revealing a muscular and smooth waistline. Under the shorts that just reached the thighs, there is a pair of slender and fit long legs, with muscular lines faintly showing a sense of strength beauty.

Every inch of Bo Fuzhang looked healthy, and the anxiety in Yu Yiru's heart was slightly dispelled.

She thought that she was frightened by Bo Fuzhang's words, that's why she thought so wildly.

At this moment, Bo Fuzhang finally picked up the puzzle, and said, "Because I used to think that people were not afraid of death."

"..." Yu Yiru suddenly wondered whether Bo Fuzhang had just developed a second-grade middle school illness.

Bo Fuzhang sighed, and said, "It turns out that what everyone fears the most is still death."

After expressing such emotions, Yu Yiru never asked any more questions.

She struggled with this matter for many days. After getting off work on Friday, thinking about the weekend, she was thinking about whether to contact Shen Xingqiao. As soon as she picked up her bag, someone called her from behind: "Yu Yiru."

People who are close to her usually call her Ruru. For a moment, Yu Yiru didn't know who could call her by her full name. She thought it was a client or the boss, and turned around respectfully. Just as she was about to say hello, she saw Shen Xingqiao wearing a shirt. Like a high school girl, he looked at her with a smile.

Dressing like a female high school student is not an ironic term. Shen Xingqiao is wearing a pink and white plaid horn button coat, a gray pleated skirt and a pair of Martin boots. With her originally delicate eyebrows and eyes, she really looks like a high school girl. Healthy.

The other party is not a role-playing madman like Guan Jiu, Yu Yiru was momentarily stunned by this outfit, and couldn't help but think: This outfit is very similar to the style she liked in college.

Shen Xingqiao looked at her with a smile and said, "I want to treat you to dinner, okay?"

It didn't take much effort to get it, so Yu Yiru naturally agreed.

She thought that Bo Fuzhang would come to pick her up from get off work every day, so she quickly called Bo Fuzhang to say something was up, and then took Shen Xingqiao to a shopping street from the back door of the company.

Shen Xingqiao followed her step by step, Yu Yiru turned around and asked her, "What do you want to eat?"

Shen Xingqiao said: "I invite you, of course you choose what you want to eat."

Yu Yiru smiled and said, "It's just a dinner with old classmates, why should I treat you?"

Shen Xingqiao didn't speak, and suddenly trotted a few steps to Yu Yiru's side, and asked, "Were you on the phone with your boyfriend just now?"

Yu Yiru laughed: "How is it possible, I don't have a boyfriend, I said it last time."

Shen Xingqiao nodded: "I also think, how can you have a boyfriend."

Shen Xingqiao approached Yu Yiru: "Didn't you always only keep a spare tire and never go on the road?"

Yu Yiru was startled by Shen Xingqiao's sudden approach, and then her eyes twitched because of her words.

She couldn't even laugh dryly, and didn't know how to reply at all.

Shen Xingqiao seemed to realize that his words were not pretty, so he said: "How about we eat barbecue, come and eat barbecue."

She leaned over and wanted to hold Yu Yiru's hand, but Yu Yiru avoided it unintentionally, pointed to a barbecue restaurant in front of her and said, "Then go to this one, it's delicious."

After entering the barbecue restaurant and looking for a place, Yu Yiru began to think about how to speak more appropriately.

She could tell that Shen Xingqiao was probably looking at her unhappy, and since that was the case, there was no one else around anyway, so there was no point in pretending, so she asked directly: "Why don't you tell me what happened after that day."

Shen Xingqiao tilted his head: "Are you asking about me and Bo Fuzhang?"

Yu Yiru twitched her brows, thinking to herself, Bo Fuzhang even said her real name, she managed to suppress her displeasure, and said, "So it's Bo Fuzhang, you two have become friends?"

Shen Xingqiao was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly slapped the table and burst out laughing.

She was out of breath laughing, until the waiter came to order, she didn't slow down, she ordered while laughing, and when the waiter left, she looked at Yu Yiru's face and started laughing again.

Yu Yiru changed from being confused at the beginning to being inexplicable, and then she frowned and looked at her watch with her chest in her arms, wanting to see how long Shen Xingqiao could laugh.

Facts have proved that Shen Xingqiao has broken the record. She smiled for 3 minutes, intermittently, the laughter fluctuated loudly and suddenly, and finally calmed down a little, and said: "I have convinced you, I said, pretend to be mutual." Isn't it interesting not to know each other? How could you not know Bo Fuzhang, aren't you two girls of Chengjiang Middle School?"

Yu Yiru stared wide-eyed in shock, looking at Shen Xingqiao speechless.

Shen Xingqiao stirred the drink with a straw, pursed his lips and turned his head to the window, then rolled his eyes and squinted at Yu Yiru: "But I didn't recognize Bo Fuzhang at first, she has changed a bit, but you must recognize her." That's right, I'll keep asking her about her situation."

Yu Yiru somewhat understood.

It seems that Shen Xingqiao is not only her college classmate, but also knows about her high school past.

But she probably didn't know that she knew Bo Fuzhang now, otherwise she wouldn't have said such a thing.

Yu Yiru simply followed her plan and admitted: "Hey, you actually know us, so let me admit it, I recognized Bo Fuzhang, so I'm a little curious, how did she become like that?"

Yu Yiru put an accent on the word "that way", put his elbows on the table and leaned forward, gossiping with an unbelievable and high-spirited gossip, looking really like a mother-in-law.

Shen Xingqiao originally looked at Yu Yiru and smiled, but suddenly froze, looking at Yu Yiru in a daze.

Yu Yiru was calm at first, but then she felt a little embarrassed. She touched her face, wondering if the lipstick was smeared or the blush was too thick.

Just when she was about to take out the mirror from her bag to take a look, Shen Xingqiao said: "I told Bo Fuzhang something, she probably will sympathize with me."

Yu Yiru then withdrew the hand holding the mirror, hesitantly said: "Is there something hard to say?"

Shen Xingqiao stopped looking at Yu Yiru, and rested his chin with his hand: "It's nothing, it's just a cliché story about a family that used to be rich, but now it's in decline, and someone in the family has been ill for a long time and is in urgent need of money. Dozens of articles."

Shen Xingqiao said it lightly, but Yu Yiru looked up at Shen Xingqiao, not knowing what to say.

It turned out that Bo Fuzhang suddenly asked her if she died because of Shen Xingqiao.

She raised her head, hesitated to speak, and finally stretched out her hand, comfortingly patted the back of Shen Xingqiao's hand on the table.

She patted once, and Shen Xingqiao looked up at her in surprise, and when she was about to pat for the second time, someone had already grabbed her hand, held it tightly, and brought it back.

Yu Yiru immediately felt the familiar high temperature on his hands, this person was Bo Fuzhang.

Yu Yiru froze for a moment, and looked in disbelief at Bo Fuzhang who sat down beside him with a serious face.

She stared at Bo Fuzhang dumbfounded for a while, then remembered to look at Shen Xingqiao, and saw Shen Xingqiao looking at them blankly, but slowly, this blankness turned into a sudden realization, and then turned into a smile.

She laughed again, raised her hand to cover her eyes and leaned back on the back of the chair, but tears streamed down the side of her face.

Yu Yiru was dumbfounded, stumbled and said, "This, this, what's going on here."

Shen Xingqiao just smiled and cried without answering, Yu Yiru looked at Bo Fuzhang and asked, "What's wrong?"

Bo Fuzhang had a strange expression, as if he was struggling, but also seemed to be disdainful. She held one corner of her mouth and said, "Can't you see it?"

The fog in Yu Yiru's heart gradually dissipated.

Probably because I had never thought of this situation before, so it was difficult to see clearly because it was blinded by a leaf.

Then even if she saw it clearly at this time, she still couldn't help blurting out: "This is ridiculous."

Bo Fuzhang said: "No matter how absurd the facts are, they are still facts."

Shen Xingqiao wiped his face and put down his hands, still with a slight smile on his face: "I also think it must be too ridiculous for you."

She looked into Yu Yiru's eyes, and said again: "I can't say that sentence now anyway, right?"

Yu Yiru and Shen Xingqiao's eyes met, but they couldn't help but staggered.

After receiving a suspected confession from the same sex, and in front of Bo Fuzhang, who seemed to know her past quite well, Yu Yiru was indeed flustered.

But she soon began to sort out the messy thoughts, feeling that she couldn't let her run away.

Since she didn't have to say anything, she could play dumb, and Yu Yiru was already familiar with this matter.

And when she just got ready to speak, Shen Xingqiao had already stood up.

She said to Bo Fuzhang: "Stop staring at me, if I knew you were a couple, I wouldn't ask her out today."

She glanced at Yu Yiru one last time, took a deep breath, turned and left.

I had no extravagant hopes, and it seemed that I couldn't even talk about giving up.

Yu Yiru and Bo Fuzhang looked at each other, and after a long while, the waiter put out the dishes one after another, and she pointed to the opened baking tray and said, "Then shall we eat?"

Bo Fuzhang nodded and began to pinch the meat.

Yu Yiru always felt that something was wrong all over her body, she thought for a while and said with a smile: "She seems to have misunderstood us as a couple just now."

The barbecue was sizzling on the iron plate, but Bo Fuzhang didn't say a word, with a serious face, as if he was doing some important experiment.

Yu Yiru had no choice but to shut up too.

Someone just confessed his love to her just now, and I always feel that no matter what I say now, it is so embarrassing.

They grilled meat one piece at a time, and they didn't finally get rid of the slightest bit of embarrassment until they were full of wine and food, and they seemed to be able to talk happily as usual.

Yu Yiru suddenly remembered the question Bo Fuzhang asked last night.

Amidst the smoke, Bo Fuzhang's healthy body was invisible, only her paper-pale face could be seen.

With black hair, black eyes, and gorgeous red lips, Yu Yiru always felt that at certain moments, Bo Fuzhang didn't look like a living person, but more like a vampire. Coupled with the setting of being as powerful as a cow, it seemed that there was such a thing. There was nothing wrong with it.

Are death and life very different topics for her?

Yu Yiru then asked: "By the way, do you still remember that topic from yesterday?"

"What?" Bo Fuzhang wiped the sauce from his mouth and raised his head.

"Then are you afraid of death?"

Bo Fuzhang looked confused.

The light in her eyes seemed to be scattered in the smoke, turning into a black vortex without focus.

"I don't think I'm afraid of death," she said, "but I am now—after meeting you."