Turn the sun into old age

After returning to China, Huajiao rented a house by herself. It is an old community in the west of the city. Most of the people here are old people who are old enough to retire. It is usually very lively during the day.

At this time, Wu Jue parked his car downstairs, and an aunt who was drying peppers in a basket waved to him.

"Oh, boy! What are you doing here so early in the morning?"

Wu Jue had already left that overcoat casually in the garbage truck at the door of the underground garage, so it's not too cold to wear a sweater and bathe in the late autumn sun.

After getting out of the car, Hua Jia didn't hear the aunt's speech at all, and went into the stairs by herself with a trance-eyed look, without giving a look to anyone else.

Seeing that the aunt was a little dissatisfied, Wu Jue hurriedly said, "Oh, auntie, you are drying the peppers. He is not in a good mood today. He met his ex-boyfriend, and he is sad!"

The aunt was originally full of displeasure, but now her eyes widened when she heard it, and her gossiping heart was ready to move: "Ex-boyfriend! Then did you support him? According to me, you are a good match for this young man. People are hurt by love at this time, don't you hurry up!"

Wu Jue, who was educated, was full of melancholy, but in order to prevent the aunt from continuing to play, she nodded and said, "Okay, let me borrow your good words!"

After he finished speaking, he ran upstairs in a hurry, for fear that the aunt would chase him to teach him experience.

When he went upstairs, he saw Huajiao huddled in the gap between the sofa and the refrigerator in the living room, and fell into deep thought again.

In fact, there was a reason for what he said to his aunt just now. His selfishness did not want these people to bother Huajiao.

He once saw the wallpaper of germina, it was a photo of Qing Chen and him, and it was used for four years.

As for why Huajiao suddenly became such a character, why did she need to see a doctor regularly, and why did she always have to take those medicines that didn't help at all.

Wu Jue didn't ask, but he knew it well.

Hua Gu can no longer enjoy life with others, his heart has been firmly tied to a city called Yicheng, no matter how far he flies, he will always come back.

He didn't know what happened back then, but he was Hua Gentian's cousin first, and then he was a passerby who was once attracted by the light on Hua Gentian's body.

Now that he has lost his light, Wu Jue feels very sad.

"Huajiao, it's time to eat. Do you want Chinese food or Western food?" He squatted down slowly, trying to keep his voice soft.

He knew that at this time, Huajiao had calmed down from the symptoms of mania, and then he was deeply immersed in his own world.

"What should I eat? How about candied haws? Ice cream milk tea, soy milk oil wrapped in yolk..."

When she said the following words, Hua Gentian's hands hugging her knees suddenly trembled, and then her pair of empty eyes lifted up.

For the first time, he responded when he entered such a state.

Wu Jue was so excited that his hands started to tremble, and then he began to repeat: "Eat custard buns? Drink soy milk?"

Huajiao's eyes gradually turned red, and two lines of tears fell down suddenly, looking very pitiful.

He didn't speak, and Wu Jue didn't dare to move, he just felt that he couldn't stand it gradually, so he could only look away.

This day, he and Hua Gentile had a stalemate until the afternoon, and when he came back from buying lunch, he found that Hua Gentian had fallen asleep in the corner at some point.

His body was stiff and cold, and he couldn't warm up even if he turned on the heater.

When she opened her eyes, it was already dark. Hua Gentian moved her stiff fingers, and her rusty brain like an old machine slowly began to turn, only then did she remember everything that happened today.

Qing Chen's words echoed infinitely in his mind, but they formed a strong contrast with those before parting a few years ago.

He stood up and poured himself a glass of water, with the cold glass against his palm, which finally made him sober.

Ever since I met the current Qing Chen, the environment has become more real. Qing Chen, who was still a teenager before, has turned into the cold and ascetic appearance I saw in Huanyu today.

In the imagination, when she grew up, Qing Chen hugged him and said all the gentle words in the world, and also called him the incomparably intimate name back then.

But for the first time, he felt that this imagination was so pale that it didn't even drive him to think about it.

After all, based on the atmosphere of today's meeting, it might be very difficult to stand face to face with him.

Huajiao lowered her eyes, stroked her neck with her slender fingers, pulled out the thin red rope, and then tightly held the small triangular brocade bag on it.

"Qing Chen takes..."

The feeling of longing was too unbearable, causing him to go back to him after going through all kinds of hardships.

But he didn't know that longing was so uncomfortable and greedy that seeing it was far from enough.

The desire/desire is getting bigger and bigger, I want to meet, hold hands, hug, and hear a familiar voice call him "be good".

In the living room where the lights are not turned on, the bright moonlight shines on the room, on the young man's fragile neck, and on the pale lips kissed on the brocade bag.