Not Spare the Years

Since she invited Mu Xueyi to dinner that day, Zhou Zhenyue's favorite thing to do every day has become standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with coffee and watching Mu Xueyi who is guarding downstairs.

She didn't like this person, but what Mu Xueyi said that night made her more interested in her.

Want to see if this person is really so reasonable, or is he just acting out in front of himself, behind his back, he is actually the opposite and bitter?

Mu Xueyi didn't know that his office position was just enough to see her, so by peeping at her here, he could see the most real her.

On the first day, Zhou Zhenyue saw Mu Xueyi squatting on the roadside and teasing the stray dog ​​for a day.

The next day, she saw Mu Xueyi brought ham and water and continued to tease the stray dog.

On the third day, when she saw Mu Xueyi eating lunch with a boxed lunch, she took out the only meat dish, the chicken thigh, and fed it to the skinny stray dog.

Her world seemed so monotonous that only the stray dog ​​lingered around the company.

Zhou Zhenyue suddenly had an idea.

She asked Xiao Ai to send a message to Mu Xueyi, saying that she wanted to eat sandwiches, and asked Mu Xueyi to buy one, and she went to get it after get off work.

When Xiao Ai spread the word, she stared at the floor-to-ceiling window.

Mu Xueyi nodded meekly, and immediately went to the convenience store to buy it.

Zhou Zhenyue stayed in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows for more time than before.

Finally, when it was time for the stray dog ​​to eat, he wagged his tail and ran to Mu Xueyi to ask for food.

Mu Xueyi held the sandwich that was going to be given to him and looked back and forth.

The dog rubbed her trouser legs coquettishly.

She didn't hesitate for long. He quickly opened his eyes, opened the package three or two times, and stuffed the sandwiches into the dog's big mouth.

Zhou Zhenyue, who witnessed this scene, couldn't help but smile.

Finally, she knew what was strange about Mu Xueyi.

In the past, those who pursued themselves, regardless of whether they were men or women, wanted to conquer or depended, looked at themselves with desire.

But Mu Xueyi didn't seem to have any desire for her at all.

She seems to be... just pursuing herself in her daily life.

She didn't care if she would give her feedback, or even if she was happy or angry.

So, she made it clear that the sandwiches she was going to pick up after get off work would be fed to stray dogs without any hesitation.

- No desire and aggressiveness.

- Will not arrogantly interfere in their own lives.

- Always act as a companion.

- hardly any expectations of yourself. This means that you will not be bound by any predetermined intentions to yourself.

Such a cold liking, but unexpectedly... very gentle.

When Xiao Ai came to deliver the documents, Zhou Zhenyue said to her, "Don't throw away the gifts and love letters that Mu Xueyi will send in the future, but bring them here."

"Mr. Zhou..." Xiao Ai's eyes widened in surprise, "You... won't be in love with..."

Zhou Zhenyue denied it: "You think too much. I just think that things that people spend time and energy preparing should not be wasted casually."

Xiao Ai opened her mouth, but she only dared to slander:

Have you spoiled the gifts of those suitors before?

Zhou Zhenyue asked the cleaners to clear a space in the corner of the office to put Mu Xueyi's gift.

Gifts are all small things that please women. After opening a few, she is too lazy to open them. Later, they just don't open them, just pile the gift boxes there.

Love letters are read every day.

Zhou Zhenyue freed up the time to read the newspaper every afternoon to read Mu Xueyi's love letter.

While reading, she also sighed: "It's too bad to write. It's a waste of paper to write such words on paper."

Xiao Ai: "Then you still read?"

Zhou Zhenyue: "...It's boring anyway."

Just like that, the quiet days passed slowly.

She writes love letters, she reads love letters.

She teased the dog every day, and she watched her tease the dog every day.

They clearly didn't have any intersection, but Zhou Zhenyue felt that they seemed to have many, many intersections.

The peaceful break started from the first day that Mu Xueyi didn't come.

Because Zhou Zhenyue had developed the practice of standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window every day at tea time and watching Mu Xueyi tease the dog, she quickly discovered Mu Xueyi's "absence".

"She didn't come today?" Zhou Zhenyue asked Xiaoai.

Xiao Ai was stunned, "Ah... Yes, I didn't come in the morning."

Zhou Zhenyue held coffee and stood in front of the window for as long as before.

The stray dogs downstairs wandered blankly, walking for a while, lying down for a while, waiting for someone.

…boring.

Today's afternoon tea is so boring.

Xiao Ai reassured: "There may be something delayed, and it should be here tomorrow."

Zhou Zhenyue took a sip of coffee and said calmly, "I didn't wait for her."

Xiao Ai: "Oh..."

The next day, the third day, Mu Xueyi did not come.

There shouldn't be anything that could delay her for so long. Eighty percent of the time... it's about giving up.

It's actually been amazing.

Zhou Zhenyue thought.

She stayed downstairs for more than two months, and she didn't have any other response except to invite her to a meal at the beginning. A person cannot always give unilaterally.

It's just that as soon as that person left, the boring life became even more boring.

Zhou Zhenyue picked up the last love letter she gave her three days ago on the table and started to read it habitually.

...I don't know how many times I've read it in the past three days.

It's like reading the last issue of a book that has been discontinued. The words have long been chewed up bubble gum, and reading has become a meaningless muscle memory.

I thought she would never have anything to do with her again. But on the afternoon of the fourth day, when Zhou Zhenyue got off work, she passed the gate and suddenly heard the familiar voice:

"get off work hard."

Zhou Zhenyue immediately turned her head and saw Mu Xueyi, whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

But the other party looked very different from a few days ago.

Mu Xueyi was obviously beaten by someone, her cheekbones were bruised, her face was bruised and her face was very pale. The state of the whole person is particularly bad, and it seems that he will faint at any time.

On her arm holding the gift and love letter, there are bruises and yellow-red interlaced scars. The cyan is stacked with yellow, and the purple is pressed against the red. It looks like the stale and colorful tropical fish in the seafood market.

Seeing Zhou Zhenyue staring at her, Mu Xueyi blocked her arm.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhou Zhenyue asked lightly.

Mu Xueyi reluctantly pulled the corner of his mouth: "I fell, it's fine."

Zhou Zhenyue paused and asked again, "Did you go to the hospital?"

Mu Xueyi: "It's okay, don't go."

Zhou Zhenyue said nothing, turned her head and continued walking, never looking back at the man.

But after walking out of the street corner, she said to Xiao Ai beside her:

"Take her to the hospital, don't say I asked you to go."

Xiao Ai hurriedly agreed.

Zhou Zhenyue did not go home directly, but took another car and followed behind Xiao Ai and Mu Xueyi.

When she arrived at the hospital, she quietly stood behind the one-way glass, watching the doctor diagnose Mu Xueyi.

Because of the glass, she couldn't hear what the doctor said.

After a while, the doctor helped Mu Xueyi up, walked to the pool, and patted her on the back.

Zhou Zhenyue stared at the doctor's mouth.

He repeated the sentence many times, and in the end, Zhou Zhenyue had read the sentence:

"... spit out the congestion, just spit it out."

With the help of the doctor, Mu Xueyi spit out a large mouthful of congestion, and the pool was instantly bright red.

Xiao Ai was frightened and stood blankly.

The doctor asked Mu Xueyi to be hospitalized, but Mu Xueyi declined. He simply treated the wound and left after taking a few bottles of medicine.

When leaving, thank Xiao Ai politely and say "thank you" a lot.

That night, Zhou Zhenyue came home and sat there for a long time.

Before going to bed, she opened the love letter sent by Mu Xueyi that day.

She used to dislike this love letter, but she only glanced at it every time, and didn't read it carefully. But today she read it carefully and carefully.

Mu Xueyi was almost writing a diary. She wrote about the buns she ate for breakfast, the mints that the flower shop owner gave her when she bought flowers, and the stray dog ​​licking her toes. Very trivial, but very warm everyday.

Just by reading these words, it is impossible to see that she is unhappy at all. The letter also said nothing about the beatings.

Zhou Zhenyue put down her love letter, but fell asleep.

The next day, when she went to work and passed by Mu Xueyi, she deliberately filled with footsteps.

Mu Xueyi really said to her: "Thank you."

Zhou Zhenyue stopped and glanced at the other party: "Thank me for what?"

Mu Xueyi: "You asked Sister Xiao Ai to help me, right? Thank you for caring about me."

Zhou Zhenyue was silent for a while, and said to her: "The doctor said that you didn't fall, but you were seriously injured by being beaten with a stick. ... If you are beaten by some thug, you can tell me. Although I don't plan to accept you , but you were beaten like this under my nose, I can still take care of you."

Mu Xueyi smiled: "It's okay, I wasn't beaten by thugs."

Zhou Zhenyue asked, "It's not a gangster, who else could it be?"

Mu Xueyi hesitated, lowered his head, and said in a low voice:

"...is...my family."

Zhou Zhenyue frowned: "Your family? Why did your family beat you?"

"Maybe it's because I'm not very obedient..."

Mu Xueyi looked away and muttered to herself very lightly.

"I don't want to lie..."

She spoke too softly in the second half of the sentence, and Zhou Zhenyue didn't hear it clearly, only the first half of the sentence "maybe because I'm not very obedient".

Zhou Zhenyue pursed her lips, and the large wall clock in the distant clock tower was about to reach the mark of being late for work.

"Even so, you can't hit people." She still spent more time and words in this conversation, "Here is this. If there is anything dangerous to personal safety in the future, just call me. ."

Saying that, she took out a personal business card and handed it to Mu Xueyi.

Mu Xueyi took the business card with both hands, looking a little surprised.

Zhou Zhenyue was afraid that she would think too much, and said: "I don't want to have further development with you, but I don't want to see girls being beaten. If it's not a last resort, don't make random calls, and don't try to shorten the distance with me through this. Hope You can understand that no matter what happens in the future, there will be no possibility between me and you."

Mu Xueyi put the business card in his pocket and nodded obediently.

"Okay, I won't fight."

Zhou Zhenyue hummed and went to work.

Strangely, she clearly warned Mu Xueyi unequivocally and knew that she really didn't want her to call, but in the next few days, she checked her phone three times more often than before.

What puzzled her the most was that she also inexplicably canceled the blocking of advertising calls and fraudulent calls.

The author has something to say: Mr. Zhou's road to true fragrance.

Thanks to the little angel who threw the rocket launcher: 1 little second;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Yimu, 71;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: Lu Fei, Shi'an, 49886276, just a little grass, strange sister AhLian, I wish a happy life, one longevity;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 50 bottles of longevity; 36 bottles of silence; 20 bottles of my time; X, Joy, 45630724, Xiaoba, Changsheng, 41367876, Yo Yo? , . 10 bottles; nib_un-dry blue, peach blossoms on the other side, 6 bottles when I knocked on my hand; 5 bottles of y-, a sugar er; 2 bottles of Lao Wu, Long Feng of the Dragon Clan; 1 bottle of 48982272, Xiao Zhang is a melon