Tangent

30.

Wen Yongru was silent for a long time without speaking, looked at the person in front of him who was smiling and telling about the sad past, and silently poured him another cup of coffee.

"Are you good at math?"

Qiao Lijia suddenly threw out a question without thinking.

"...The level of being a top student or the level of being able to count money by selling coffee?"

"..."

Qiao Lijia rolled his eyes at him again, took out a pen from his pocket, and began to draw on the table.

"Destruction of property! Ooooh my desk! Draw lightly, I can erase it later, please!"

"..."

"Hey, isn't this a circle and a line? It feels like painting a sunrise over the sea."

"...the line is tangent to the circle."

"Ah tangent, I know I know, but why are you drawing this?"

"The way forward."

Qiao Lijia's pen tip slid along a straight line.

"Walking around."

The tip of the pen drew a circle along the circular path again.

"There will only be one encounter."

Gently tap on the tiny cut point, the nib trembles slightly.

"From now on, the bridge will return to the bridge, and the road will return to the road. If we don't see each other, we will say goodbye forever."

The traces of straight lines were extended, and the tip of the pen swirled slightly on the circle, but it became farther and farther away from the straight line.

"Tangency."

With a cool voice, Qiao Lijia put down his pen and lowered his eyes in silence.

"...Hey, it's New Years Eve!"

Wen Yongru changed the topic very unskillfully, grabbed Qiao Lijia by the chin to signal him to turn his head to look at the wall clock on the wall, and with the other hand quickly took out two napkins and wiped them on the table.

"……Happy New Year."

A gentle smile bloomed on Qiao Lijia's face along with the midnight fireworks outside the window. Wen Yongru couldn't hear his voice, so he could barely recognize his voice by the shape of his mouth, and then smiled back to bless him.

"Happy New Year!"

31.

After the first wave of New Year's fireworks, the laughter of people on the street can be faintly heard.

Chasing the noise on the street after the snow, setting off gorgeous fireworks, and the zero o'clock bell is deafening, silently making New Year's wishes, praying for a happy and smooth new year.

Then hide in the warm room, taste the dumplings prepared early, or watch the Spring Festival Gala that is always complained about.Sitting quietly by the window, the light of the fireworks reflects the crooked smiling eyes, secretly feeling the New Year, it is really wanton and joyful.

Wen Yongru wiped the exquisite cups hanging on the wall one by one, and hummed a little tune to express his good mood. He took out his mobile phone and planned to send a text message to a few acquaintances to wish him a happy new year.

Qiao Lijia first glanced through the inbox, it was full of group text messages and various advertisement information, after patiently reading and deleting all of them, a text message sent at midnight appeared on the screen.

Probably the fireworks were too noisy at the time and the notification sound was not heard.

Qiao Lijia thought, and then opened the text message.

——[Happy New Year, thank you] From Ruan Jing

……Thanks?

It doesn't appear to be a mass text message.

Qiao Lijia thought happily, and it took him a long time to think about the meaning of "thank you".

Suddenly remembered something, after Wei Wei lost his mind, with a "boom", the phone smashed on the table.

Ignoring Wen Yongru's noisy wailing in his ear "My table is smashed out of the hole, it hurts so much", Qiao Lijia stood up, picked up the mobile phone on the table and walked out of the coffee shop quickly.

After pushing open the glass door, the wind carried snow and blew into the store, and it caught Qiao Lijia's face unexpectedly.After wiping it hastily, standing at the door of the store watching another wave of fireworks bloom, Qiao Lijia's hands trembled and dialed the number that he knew by heart.

32.

Ruan Jing.Ruan Jing.

Qiao Lijia murmured in his heart the name that had occupied his mind and body for nearly ten years.

"Qiao Lijia?"

Just like Qiao Lijia did to Ruan Jing back then, the phone was picked up in seconds.

"Um……"

Qiao Lijia leaned against the wall and squatted down slowly, curled herself into a ball to keep warm, and quietly listened to the sound of breathing on the other end of the phone.

Say nothing, be silent until the secret is revealed.

In this way, I can also deceive myself and say that you and I are fine.

Covering the eyes with one hand, the palm Qiao Lijia used this time was warm, like the temperature of tears.

"You... know what?"

After a long silence, he spoke hoarsely, and there was a hint of caution in his voice that he didn't even notice.

"... about the college entrance examination."

Seemingly considering the appropriate wording, Ruan Jing hesitated for a long time before throwing out an ambiguous answer.

But enough to get the point.

Qiao Lijia buried her face in her palms, blocking out all the weak cries.

"Qiao Lijia... I don't know if I should say it, and it's not because of this incident that I found my heart. I know you are doing it for Yu Yan's good, so I say thank you, but have you ever thought about me... ..."

...you thought I didn't.

Thought I might like you no.

"Qiao Lijia, I..."

"You are already married, with Yu Yan."

The remaining half of Ruan Jing's "I like you" was completely blocked.

"I can……"

"Stop it."

The word "divorce" was also blocked.

"I'm not a child anymore... Can you seriously think about it, it's not the age where you can leave everything behind."

You have parents, parents-in-law, a wife and a family of your own, and you may add a child someday.

There is no way to be unscrupulous, Ruan Jing.

"That's it...it's New Year's Eve."

There was a little despair in Qiao Lijia's cool voice.

"I wish you all a long life together, full of children and grandchildren, and make up for the blessings I didn't say about the wedding." Because now I can bless you calmly.

"I wish you all the best, safety and health, and that you can be devoted to Yu Yan for the rest of your life."

"Don't..."

"Ruan Jing."

An unidentified call.

"Qiao Lijia..."

Listening to the sound of wind, breathing, and his usual indifferent voice on the other end of the phone, Ruan Jing began to doubt herself, could he really confess his love desperately.

"Happy New Year. It's snowing so much."

"Is it really not possible..."

"Don't do this..." If this continues, I will really be shaken...

The inaudible sigh blocked all Ruan Jing's entreaties and hopes. He imitated Qiao Lijia's usual movements and covered his eyes with the back of his hand, as if this could cover up all emotions.

After a brief silence, Ruan Jing hesitated to speak.

"Then... Happy New Year."

33.

In the end, none of us said the phrase "I like you" first.

All the thoughts, just because it was too late, were all rotten in the bottom of my heart, and finally brought into the grave.

The short tangent, after all, still cannot escape gradually drifting away.

But no way, I still like you.

But it can only...

Kam Shui Soup.

And Jun, long formula.

The author has something to say: "Jin Shui Tang Tang, and the king's long farewell" comes from the "Book of Farewell".

In fact, I also wrote a HE version of the ending, maybe it is suitable for friends who can’t accept BE, there is H, let’s not let it go: 3

Anyway, take the time to rewrite it, especially the first few chapters.