a delicate flower

Ai Lang and Xing Lu packed up slowly, and left the hotel after ten o'clock. They found a tea restaurant and had a meal that was said to be too late for breakfast and too early for lunch.

During the dinner, Zhuang Lin sent a message asking if Ai Lang had returned to school. Ai Lang glanced at him, but didn't reply him.

Xing Lu saw Ai Lang's small movements with sharp eyes, gossip-ridden, but she couldn't ask, so she could only change the subject, looking for something to say, "It's Friday today."

Ailang lifted the small teapot to add tea to their teacups, and white smoke rose from the light brown tea.He said, "Well, so the weekend should be very busy both days."

Xing Lu raised her head with a puzzled face and asked, "What are you busy with?"

Ailan held his chin and thought seriously, "Well, are you preparing for a surprise on Christmas Eve?"

Xing Lu: "..."

Not to mention that there are still three and a half days before Christmas Eve. Although Ai Lang and Cao Huaide are now tearing their skins apart and one labor force is missing, how much effort will it take to prepare a box of apples and gift boxes?

What's more, the individual existence of this year's freshmen also polished off their enthusiasm. Ai Lang was full to prepare surprises for such a group of people.

·

It's past eleven.

Ailang sent Xing Lu back to school, and returned to the apartment by himself. He didn't bother to take off his shoes, and his off-white Martin leather boots stepped on the clean floor. His pace was very slow, as if he was walking around the apartment aimlessly. Circle, from the door to the living room, to the bedroom and balcony.

He opened all the wardrobe doors in the bedroom, put his fingers on the clothes hangers, and opened the clothes like playing a piano. The clothes he picked out were all thrown on the bed, not many, only three pieces, a light coat, a A sports suit, one size larger than Ellen.

It's not his stuff.

Ai Lang finished looking through the closet and went to other places. When he returned to the bedroom again, his eyes suddenly fell on the desk. He walked over, stretched out his hand and gently "boomed" the puppet's little head on the table , took down the lollipop that was stuck between its legs.

Ellen twirled the paper stick and peeled off the sugar coating from the sugar before the command "throw away" came to his mind. The sugar coating was executed with the command "throw away", and the round lollipop was stuffed into his mouth.

Ellen sat at the end of the bed with his hands behind his back. He quietly looked at everything in the room, with a lollipop in his mouth, and his tongue was stirring the lollipop in his mouth, sweet candy The taste spreads in the mouth, sweet from the tip of the tongue to the heart...

Until, with a "click", the lollipop was bitten into pieces.

Just then the phone rang, and the caller ID was Zhuang Lin.Ellen hesitated for a moment, then connected the phone.

"Senior?"

"Hmm~"

Ailang's tone rose, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"I just finished class, have you returned to school? Let's go have dinner together?"

"I didn't have breakfast until eleven o'clock, and I'm still holding on."

The other party was silent for a while.

Ai Lang took the initiative to ask: "I just went back to the apartment to change clothes, and I have to go out to talk about sponsorship after one o'clock. Although I'm a little anxious, why don't I go back to school to have dinner with you?"

Ai Lang said it sincerely, got up and stood in front of the closet, fiddled with clothes to make noise, pretending to be racing against time to meet Zhuang Lin.

Zhuang Lin: "No need, senior, you can rest for a while."

Zhuang Lin's answer was within Ai Lang's expectations. After all, Zhuang Lin was playing the role of a good baby in front of him, so he had to be gentle, considerate and understanding. How could he be able to rush back to school to accompany him for dinner in his busy schedule? That's a crappy design.

Ailang leaned against the door of the closet and continued to make up stories: "But... I also have dinner tonight, and I can't accompany you to dinner. I have to go to City B with Xing Lu on weekends."

Zhuang Lin obviously paused, and asked, "Why is the senior so busy all of a sudden?"

Ailang sighed and said, "It wasn't sudden. I have to go out on my own for any bad things now, because Cao Huaide can't be relied on anymore. I can only rely on myself now."

Ai Lang lowered his voice, and with a self-deprecating tone, although the eight words "I can only rely on myself now" are for Cao Huaide, they are also for Zhuang Lin.

Zhuang Lin was persuaded by this reason, and instead of being suspicious, he asked: "...Then can I help you with anything? Senior."

Ailang thought for a while, and asked seriously: "Will you miss me after we separate? I mean we will be separated for two or three days."

This is a sub-question, Zhuang Lin replied without hesitation: "Yes."

Ellen smiled softly and said, "Don't lie to me."

·

Ai Lang has four classes in the afternoon, he and Xing Lu went to do roll call and then sneaked away.Every Friday, the bus stop at the gate of the school is always very lively. Several university buses, which are widely promoted among universities, come and go. The passengers are almost all students in the school, and the destinations are several nearby cities.

Ai Lang pushed the small suitcase, and stood with Xing Lu at the bus stop waiting for the bus.Xing Lu is dressed in punk black, which makes her red lips extra bright, and Ai Lang is dressed in a casual mix-and-match outfit. The two of them together are a dazzling pairing of handsome men and beautiful women, which makes other people waiting for the bus unable to help but take a second look.

"License plate #CXXXXX, bound for City E, hurry up and get on here."

Xing Lu and Ai Lang found the car, got into the car and found two empty seats and sat down. Xing Lu was fumbling for the earphones in her bag to listen to music and sleep for a while, when Ai Lang handed her a familiar object.

Xing Lu: "Huh?"

Ailang: "I just found it when I was packing up at noon. Didn't you want it before? I gave it to you."

"..."

Xing Lu took it, shook it in her hand, and the colored circles floating in the water machine followed the water flow and slid.Xing Lu turned her head to look at Ai Lang, only to see that he was so bored that he scrolled through Moments.

Xing Lu lowered her head and pressed the buttons on both sides of the water machine, and the colored circles that sank to the bottom were blown around by the jet of water vapor.Xing Lu remembers very clearly that she made a bet with Ailang at that time, and the prize of the bet was this ferrule water machine, but the content of the bet was "whether Ai Lang has true feelings".

And Xing Lu bet "yes".

The destination of this bus is City E. Ai Lang had a whim when he was eating in the morning, and asked Xing Lu to take a hot spring trip on the go.

Ai Lang said "relax", but Xing Lu can guess with her toes that this is a journey of "healing emotional injuries" and "escaping from reality", otherwise it is No. The 1st choice will not be her.

After arriving at the hot spring hotel, Xing Lu was relieved to see Ai Lang eat, drink and sleep well, but what she didn't know was that Ai Lang, who lay down early every night, suffered from insomnia until the early hours of the morning.

When he was suffering from insomnia in the middle of the night, Ailang suddenly remembered that when he was a child, his grandmother said when he was coaxing him to sleep, "When I really want to be alone, I will meet you in my dream. Go to sleep and see if there is anyone waiting in your dream today." You", because of this story, he looked forward to it every time he fell asleep, and when he got older, he knew it was grandma who lied to him.

But now, he believed it again.

Because no one is waiting for him in the dream, no one is thinking about him.

Saturday night.

Xing Lu and Ai Lang sat in the leisure area to pass the time. Xing Lu carried her laptop with her to get busy with business. She rested her forehead and looked through the schedule list tiredly.Cao Huaide is unreliable now, and Ai Lang is tired all day long, so he can't count on it for a long time.She opened the address book and dialed Ma Pian, and asked Ma Pian about the club's Christmas Eve arrangements, and ordered a box of apples for her. Ma Pian agreed. Xing Lu chatted with him and was about to hang up However, Ailang on the opposite side stretched out his hand to her and said, "Is it a lie? I want to say a few words to him."

Ai Lang's voice was soft, so gentle that Xing Lu got goosebumps. She shivered and handed him the phone suspiciously.

Ellen: "Hi, I'm Ellen."

Ma Pian: "Well, what's the matter?"

The call went quiet for a while.

Ai Lang: "I want to ask... How do you survive when you are broken in love?"

Ma Pian: "..."

Xing Lu was also taken aback for a moment, and looked up at Ai Lang, but Ai Lang's expression was still calm.

Ma Pian: "Ah? Why did you suddenly ask this..."

Ma Pian on the other end of the phone was also suddenly stopped by Ai Lang. He stayed alone in the dormitory, and the screen of the phone shone on his innocent face, which was best at pretending to be innocent.

He said: "You want to ask, why can I recover by myself every time I lose love, right? But I think my method should not be suitable for other people."

Ellen frowned and asked, "Why?"

Ma Pian thought for a while, then gave a soft "shush" to the phone, and said, "Because..."

His voice is gentle and gentle.

"I never took any relationship seriously."

Everyone said that every boyfriend he had ever dated was a scumbag, and everyone pitied him, sympathized with him and loved him, but he was obsessed with acting with the scumbag in a hypocritical emotional drama. It's more exciting than joining the acting department. After all, everyone off the stage and in front of the camera knows that you are acting, and the screenwriter will take most of the credit for the big turnaround, but acting in reality can surprise people.

Ai Lang was just shocked by the answer that was far from the expected answer, and Ma Pian said helplessly: "I've always been worried that your view of emotions is too fragile, haven't you seen Zhuang Lin clearly? "

Ma Pian has reminded AI Lang more than once that Zhuang Lin is not as pure and harmless as he appears on the surface, so don't get too close to Zhuang Lin, because he vaguely feels that Zhuang Lin is the same kind of person as him.Ma Pian also simply believes that Ai Lang would say the word "broken love" because Ai Lang has not seen Zhuang Lin's true face, and has not considered the possibility that Ai Lang knows Zhuang Lin's nature but still likes him sex.

Xing Lu, who was sitting opposite, didn't hear what Ma Pian and Ai Lang said, and was worried but had nothing to do.

Ma Pian's voice was still soft and cute, and he cheered up Ai Lang: "You have to cheer up."

Ellen: "..."

Originally, he just had nowhere to vent, and Ai Lang, who wanted to hug Ma Pian, a person who came over, to keep warm with him, suffered a violent blow again. His mind was only a mess, and he couldn't find a clue.

Ai Lang hung up the phone and sighed faintly.