Blind, in love with you

He Zhifan is in a good mood today and is in high spirits.This time he toured with the orchestra, finally returned to China, and invited several groups of people to have dinner with his family, relatives, classmates and friends, but Ye Qing and the busy people dragged it off until he was leaving on the last day, so he was free to have dinner tonight.

"Hey, last week at the junior high school reunion, many people came, and Zhuangzi asked me why you didn't come." He Zhifan didn't know where the habit came from. He used to add the word "zi" to people's nicknames. Yezi, Zhuangzi , He called his elder brother and elder brother.

"I had a meeting in the south last week. If I can't make it back, I won't go." Ye Qinghe said.

"I heard from Zhuangzi that you haven't been to the class reunion for so many years. You thought you would go with me this time because of my face. Who knows that you still didn't show up. Deng Shanshan even came to me twice to ask why you didn't come again. See I have never forgotten you all these years." He Zhifan poked the food with a fork to study: "What kind of puree is this? Pumpkin?"

"Sweet potato?" Ye Qinghe licked the salad puree on the fork and said uncertainly, after thinking about it, he asked again: "Who is Deng Shanshan?"

"I think it's a pumpkin." He Zhifan took another bite before saying, "Deng Shanshan has been the monitor of our class for three years and sat at the same table with you for a year. You actually asked me who she is? Deng Shanshan is going to cry to death." .”

"Oh." Ye Qinghe shrugged: "Isn't my deskmate you?"

"I'm your elementary school classmate." He Zhifan rolled his eyes, and gnawed on a chicken wing with his gloves on: "Your memory is very problematic. You're only thirty?"

"I seldom think about the past." Ye Qinghe changed the subject: "This time I only stayed for two months, and I'm leaving so soon? Your mother doesn't want to kill you."

"You can't do anything about me." He Zhifan followed Ye Qinghe and changed the subject: "During this tour, the brokerage company in Vienna has a newcomer, and they didn't make good arrangements for the contact. The domestic trips to Japan are too rushed. The tour back to Austria is also scheduled, and there is no way to change it, so I even got a charter flight, and I have to fly in the early morning. I checked all my luggage first, and I will have dinner with you later, and go directly to the airport."

"It's been hard work, but your band's reputation is really getting bigger and bigger. I went to listen to it that day, and the encore sound kept coming, and your whistle kept coming out to take the curtain call."

"What about our family, don't talk nonsense." He Zhifan scolded him: "Don't call him a whistle."

"You can call me Ye Zi, but I can't call him Whistle, you are very partial," Ye Qinghe teased his friend: "The conductor of 'your family' is named Shao, what's wrong with calling him Shao Zhi?" With special emphasis on the first three words Ye Qinghe, who was accented and punned, felt innocent.

"He doesn't like it." He Zhifan said in a low voice.

"I don't like calling him young master either." Ye Qinghe couldn't help but retort.He touched the bottle on the table: "Which pepper pot is it? Round or square?"

"It's square." He Zhifan replied casually.

Ye Qinghe picked up the square jar and sprinkled it, put it back on the table, took a sip of the soup, was stunned for a moment and didn't speak again.

He Zhifan is still rambling on about his band, saying that this year their band will be recruiting new people, and the personnel affairs are cumbersome. At first, they thought the music industry was simple, but who knew that it was also a mess. If they can’t perform well, they still want to rely on connections to get out the back door. ....

Ye Qinghe sipped the soup one mouthful at a time, and from time to time he uttered um, ah, yes, and such perfunctory He Zhifan. He thought that hiding in the dark could cover up his absent-mindedness, but in fact, he couldn't fool He Zhifan's keen ears.

Ye Qinghe started to feel dazed when he saw Brian in front of the red curtain. He vaguely felt that Brian's appearance was very familiar.Not because he knew Brian, he must have seen this waiter for the first time tonight, but he had that kind of upturned or sideways head, half-closed eyes that are typical of blind people, with a little bit of white in them, swaying slightly from side to side looking for the sound The appearance of the source gave Ye Qinghe a strange and inappropriate sense of sight, as if he was walking on the road, but when he heard a slap, he looked down and found that he had crushed a big snail.There's a bit of "oops I didn't mean to" guilt, tinged with annoying nausea.It made him a little bit hard to swallow.

"Where's the pepper?" He Zhifan suddenly asked Ye Qinghe for pepper. Before Ye Qinghe could speak, He Zhifan had already reached for the square jar on the table and sprinkled it on his plate neatly.

"Hey, pepper is in a round jar." Ye Qinghe stopped He Zhifan, but it was too late.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" He Zhifan took a mouthful of food and spat it out in disgust: "Wow, it's already too salty. Didn't you just sprinkle too much salt, why didn't you say it? You finished the soup? Taste Out of tune, you."

Ye Qinghe let out a long sigh, feeling a little blocked.

"What's the matter? Can't bear to let me go?" He Zhifan heard Ye Qinghe's sigh keenly, and couldn't help teasing: "I can't bear to say, brother, I can accompany you more."

"Stay with me more?" Ye Qinghe asked, "What about your whistle?"

"Why did you bring him up again?" He Zhifan was upset when he heard Ye Qinghe mention Shao Ye again. He used violence to control the vicious person and complained first: "Don't deliberately change the subject, you are very strange tonight, and you are in a bad mood?"

Ye Qinghe was silent again.

In fact, he has been in a bad mood for six years, and now he has a little desire to confess.

Maybe it's the empathy brought by the darkness, or maybe it's the accumulation of guilt day after day, which will finally explode at this moment when I drink a plate of salty soup six years later.

He looked at the darkness in front of him, rubbed the handle of the spoon restlessly with his fingertips, and said hesitantly: "I have done many bad things before. Among them, one thing is particularly bad."

Speak very lightly, as if the torture of such a biting person could be lighter.

(to be continued……)

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?Moonlight broken thoughts?

Uh, this story is slowly heating up, I hope you don’t dislike it??

In addition, add to explain:

The article describes Ye Qinghe's feeling of guilt and nausea as if he stepped on a big snail,

He didn't think Brian or the blind man was disgusting,

He's sick of thinking about the shitty things he did in the past

I'm sorry, I'm afraid that my description is not good, so I will add more.

see you at ten o'clock tomorrow morning