halfway friend

"When... when did it start?"

"This year... this summer vacation." I swallowed.

"Cough...are you serious?"

"Yeah. Very, seriously, really." I looked into Xin's eyes to make her sure that I wasn't pretending at all.

"That's good, um." She nodded slightly.

"Axin, why are you so calm..." I wondered, "I feel really sorry for you, really. You don't know, and it may not be a bad thing. If it were me, ha, I really don't know how surprised I would be The expression... I just hope you don't hate me."

After parting at the intersection, I went home alone in a daze, and when I opened the door, I heard the phone ring. I picked it up, but it was Xu Yan.

She said happy birthday to me in an uncharacteristically weak voice, sorry for not being able to prepare a good present.

And I could vaguely sense that she had something else to say.

"Susu, I have something...I've been holding it in for a long time," she paused, "Actually, it's only a few hours...but I feel like it's been a long, long time."

"Huh? Tell me, I'll listen."

"The accident this morning... I know you saw it too..."

I felt a little stressed and anxious, but I listened to her continue.

"Many people are blaming the girl who knocked down the cup, but in fact...the one who put the cup there should be the most to blame." Xu Yan choked up a little, "I... put the cup there."

I was a little shocked, more sympathetic, and the most tangled thing was that I didn't know what to say to comfort.

"Ah...then..."

"I'm so stupid, how can I just do it for convenience...it's so selfish! Why am I so selfish..."

She started to cry, blaming herself and regretting... and I just listened to a normally optimistic girl with a happy face crying on the phone.

"Don't worry, don't cry, okay Xu Yan...be quiet for a while, it's okay, you didn't do it on purpose."

……

Lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling.It is estimated that this posture has been maintained for half an hour since seven o'clock.

Ding dong, ding dong...

"Susu, open the door!" Mom shouted.

I jumped up, went to the security door and opened it, and saw a face I hadn't seen for a long time.

"Today's bus is early, I forgot to tell you... Are you all up?"

This travel-worn man had a clean face, and stood in front of her daughter with a simple luggage bag in his hand, showing an expression of "I'm sorry to bother you".

I said "hmm" and went back to my room.

"Back?" Mom's voice.

"Well, I've been away for a long time this time...Is everything okay here?"

"It's all okay... you take a break, and I'll help you sort it out."

What kind of conversation mode is this?I went back to the wrong house?Did this trip take both of them back to 20 years ago?

Ridiculous realization of a truth about [-]pm soap operas...is distance really the cure?If a marriage is impulsive, whose heart will the long-term fetters become? ...

Ding dong, ding dong...

The long-lost pattering footsteps sounded, and my dad opened the door, making a pleasant and polite voice similar to seeing a good friend, calling my name indiscriminately.

Just as I was in a state of confusion, the doorknob of the room was turned open.

"what?!"

Ouyang Ye was wearing a sportswear, she was full of energy and her eyes were focused. She closed the door and put the miscellaneous things in her hand on my bedside table.

"Damn it! Can you be more ladylike?" I hurriedly picked up a ceramic cup that was almost torn into pieces by her, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "What do you mean? Hey."

She ignored me, very old land suddenly hugged me.I said again: "Are you trying to say 'it's okay, you don't have the money to buy these things, I'll buy them, don't cry'?"

"Why is your mouth even poorer!"

"Thanks to Aunt Ouyang!" I pushed her away and said righteously: "So you want to apologize? Sincerity."

She actually pretended to be innocent and pointed at the pile of things she brought up, she was so pitiful that she almost fluttered her eyelashes and shed tears.

"Listen to me first, okay?"

"hiss--"

I stared at her, viciously peeling off the package of bear biscuits.

"Actually, I originally...she would come to the birthday party too. I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen..."

"What is she doing here?"

"I asked her to play piano music for you, the piano at home has been dusty for a long time." She frowned slightly, just like her mother, "I also know that you will be angry with me for breaking the appointment. But you wouldn't like a cold-blooded people, right?"

I showed a disgusted expression in an instant, "I'll go... I can't stand it being so disgusting."

"Next time I will accompany you to have a perfect birthday, okay?" Her right hand drew circles on my left hand, crispy.

"Don't talk about the next time, the next time will be a year later, who knows?"

She looked at me quietly for a few seconds, then slowly withdrew her hand.What I said with a joking heart seems to have had serious effects...

"I'm going to tell my mother that you stay for dinner. Take it." I hurriedly stuffed the biscuit into her hand and ran out.

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