Are you dating online, miss?

He Lu was deeply baffled by this question, and she answered naturally: "My leader is a woman, what's the matter?"

One sentence successfully blocked Mo Yiyi's heart - she was really straightforward, but she still didn't understand.

"Producer Mo, over there..."

A staff member came out of the studio, holding a piece of paper in his hand and searching for half a circle, finally found a tall figure quietly making a phone call on the outskirts of the studio.

Mo Yiyi moved the phone away slightly, put aside the one that was stuck in his heart, and took it over.

The studio is in the mountains, with dazzling lights.

She looked at the content with the help of white light and explained something in a low voice.

He Lu on the other end of the receiver couldn't quite hear what Mo Yiyi said.

She walked out of the lobby of the office building with her mobile phone in her hand. In the middle of the night, there was light snow. She stepped on the soft fresh snow and walked to the place where she took a taxi. There were still many floors of the nearby office buildings with lights on. This is the case in big cities, and the office area is very bright at night. It's hard to be alone.

She stood at the place where the taxi stopped, in the cold breeze and the snow that drifted in from time to time, quietly listening to the unclear voice of Mo Yiyi on the receiver.

The taxi stopped on the side of the road, and He Lu got in the car.

Gentle guitar music was playing in the car. On such a snowy night, He Lu gently leaned his head back on the small cushion on the back of the chair, looked out the window, and still enjoyed the snow quietly.

The receiver next to the ear suddenly narrowed the distance.

"Are you home?" Mo Yiyi asked.

He Lu came back to his senses, sat up straight, and said with a smile: "The business is over?"

"Ah."

"Can't you rest now?"

"Ah."

The two faint "hmm" caused He Lu to sigh slightly.

She raised her chin, looked out of the car window at the receding business district again, and said, "I'm already off work, you can't rest yet... It's hard work."

On the one hand, she was still lamenting in her heart that it is not easy for adults to make a living, but on the other side she said something leisurely.

"It doesn't feel hard to make money."

"..."

Rough words are not rough.

But He Lu was still not convinced, and asked: "What about the ideal?"

That end was answered very smoothly: "This is my ideal, and it happens that my ideal can make money."

He Lu: "..."

I'm sour.

It would be great if my dream could also make money.

Just now when she thought about it, she felt even more sad: in fact, up to now, she hasn't figured out where her passion lies.

Just through the feelings of the past two years, the current job is ruled out.

He Lu became depressed, thinking of Dong Zhenzhu's smile when she turned her head back, it was a free and easy smile on her face that she had never seen before. In the elevator, she heard her say that she would go abroad for a gap year, and He Lu once again sincerely envied her.

"Why are you silent?" Mo Yiyi waved his hand lightly and dismissed the staff, thinking of something, "You haven't said..."

Halfway through speaking, he smiled lightly.

Why do you ask this? He Lu is a straight daughter, and the liking in his mouth is at most just friendship or appreciation between women.

Mo Yiyi was laughing, laughing at himself that he would blurt out that sour and jealous sentence in a moment of brain fever, it was really meaningless.

"Huh?" He Lu waited patiently for a while, before waiting for the second half of the sentence, "I haven't said anything yet?"

"It's nothing."

He Lu didn't follow suit, and chased after him and asked: "Oh, what do you want to say, just say it, do you still hesitate between us?"

we.

Mo Yiyi lowered his head, pursed his lips, lifted his boots lightly, and kicked away a small stone in the grass in the mountains.

Under the bright white moonlight, a small stone was kicked up in the grass, drew a low arc, and sank into the grass again.

Mo Yiyi's mood was suddenly aroused by the word "we" or his childish behavior.

Tentative?

Or not to try?

"Speak." In the receiver, He Lu urged with a smile.

Mo Yiyi turned his body sideways, turned his back to the set, and looked up at the moon in the sky that was about to be full.

The moonlight is so gentle, it seems to be bewitching.

Mo Yiyi breathed slightly, pressing the grass with one toe, as if nervousness could flow into the soil through this movement.

Say or don't say?

Between women, the relationship is inherently close. In the past, she has always used friendship as a whitewash to cover up her feelings for He Lu.

Do you want to pierce the window paper?

It was the first time in Mo Yiyi's life that she felt nervous because of this, her former ease and ease were gone, and she just had the idea of ​​putting it bluntly——

"What are you talking about?" There was another urging voice with a smile on the receiver.

Mo Yiyi slightly parted his lips, stood still for a while, and finally said: "...do you want a celebrity's autograph?"

After speaking, he closed his eyes.

Until this moment she suddenly realized——

It is difficult for me to accept the alienation that He Lu may cause because of this, and even look at my terrible future with strange eyes.

It doesn't matter if you don't want to be free and easy in the past, as long as you can maintain the current relationship.

Even if, they have always been regarded as simple friends.