Author: TrojanRW

"I, I..."

Zhao Youzhen's words were like a pair of sharp scissors, trying to cut through Xu Yiru's mess, but they were trapped by the clueless clues and stuck in the pit of his heart, unable to move.

When did you start liking it?

Xiaoru has never thought about this problem.

Do you like it?

What does it mean to like it?

These are also topics that she has never communicated with herself.

"Others don't know, but I definitely know."

Zhao Youzhen moved his face closer to Xiao Ru, and his voice was extremely calm and gentle.

"How about I say it first?"

"Ah, you said..." Xu Yiru continued to stutter.

"I like him."

After saying this, Zhao Youzhen pretended to be calm and picked up the wine glass and took another sip, completely unaware that there was not a drop of liquid left in the glass.

"It should have started in...the taxi."

Xu Yiru didn't answer, but stared at Yu Zhen with great concentration, not even daring to blink, as if if she closed her eyes, she would miss some key information.

"Have I ever told you that after losing weight, if I consume too many calories, I will faint for a while?"

"No." Xiaoru shook her head and responded in a low voice.

"I'm much better now, unless I really ate a very exaggerated amount..." At this point, Zhao Youzhen subconsciously glanced at the three empty plates of different sizes in front of him, "But I just resumed my normal diet.

When I eat, I feel dizzy after every meal.”

"The most severe fainting was by Peter Luger."

"Uh-huh." Xu Yiru nodded slightly, indicating that she was listening. She pressed her lips tightly, trying not to let the sour emotions rise in her throat.

Peter Luger...that's obviously where I said I wanted to go.

"He tricked me into eating...a big piece of cheesecake with cream, it was very sweet. As soon as I swallowed it, I felt a little dizzy. I felt better for a while, but when I got into the taxi, I lost all my strength again, and my thinking was...

The memory is also very confusing."

"I just remember closing and opening my eyes, and vaguely heard the driver yelling..."

"When I fully regained consciousness, the first thing I saw was his face. He was very close to me and put his hand... here." Zhao Youzhen gestured under his nose, "Check if I am still breathing.

"

"Very concerned eyes, very flustered...clumsy."

Zhao Youzhen's body still existed on April 29, 2016, but his mind had long returned to that afternoon forty-three years ago.

She clearly remembered that day Han Yi was sitting on the right side of the taxi, facing the west. The moment he stretched out his hand to feel her breathing, the taxi stopped at the red light. The sunset hanging over Jersey City illuminated his entire face.

It is illuminated, with spots of light dancing in the eyes, cheeks rimmed with fiery red, and even the fine hairs on the tip of the nose are clearly visible, swaying in the gentle spring breeze.

"When I traveled before, I was always alone and had no companions. But at that moment, I felt... it would be good if there was someone by my side, even if he saw me at my most embarrassing side."

Zhao Youzhen's eyes traveled through time and space, lingering in the yellow taxi for a long time before reluctantly returning to reality.

Did she realize her affection for Han Yi that day?

Of course not.

The equal treatment of gender and appearance on Gaylei Avenue, the excellent demeanor at the press conference, the cup of ice American style in the office of the Xinghui Building office, will never listen and open up late at night, and it is difficult to count.

In the hot air of steaming, let the memory of the memory heating up.

I met very short time, but I really opened her heart to Han Yi mostly.

She feels like a person who is particularly twisted. She is eager to hear the real and fragile voice under her hard shell, but she does not want this fragile to be known by too many people.

So she travels alone and go to many places, but never share with anyone.

So she posted exquisite photos on Instagram, but set her account to private.

After the first talk about the family and the future that night, Zhao Yanzhen suddenly discovered that Han Yi became the solid bridge between her and this cruel world.

And there is a bridge that crosses the sky.

"I'm finished, it's you."

Zhao Yanzhen took another sip of 'wine', and then found that there was only air left in the glass. She put down the cup with a little shame and said in a very small voice.

"Don't say it."

"I ..."

Maybe it was Zhao Yanzhen's story that moved the long -established heartstrings, and Xu Yiru's eyes began to become blurred.

"I am in the car too."

She crossed back, not a yellow taxi in New York, but the treasure blue Ford tiger.

March 1, 2015.

"I communicated with Advisor in four years. After four years of reading, after reading the first semester, she allowed me to choose a course of a research institute to try the difficulty.

Bonding, the classroom atmosphere is also pretty good. So on his birthday that day, he also invited the whole class to go to his house to participate in a party. "

Speaking of which, Xu Yiru's voice choked.

"Unfortunately, that day, my parents just quarreled ... My mother cried and called me for more than an hour, saying that she wanted to divorce, and said that they would take me well ... before they before, they before.

I have also quarreled, but I have never been serious enough to mention divorce, and I have never showed contradictions in front of me. "

Gathering and more, the outbreak point of contradiction will naturally delay.

"I was hiding in the toilet in the professor's house, crying with her, and when I came out, the party was about to leave the field, and the outside was on the outside ... pouring the rain."

"It's raining?" There was a little skepticism in California who had lived in California for many years. I don't blame her. Anyone who calls LA writers knows that it can be considered a little rain here.

Strange strange things.

"Yeah, it's rare." Xu Yiru held his cheeks with one hand and nodded with a smile.

"After waiting for half an hour, there was no meaning to stop in the rain, but it became bigger and bigger. I won't drive, nor anything else, um ... a friend who can trust, except him."

Xu Yiru is outside the terrace. Even late at night, the fifth avenue and the Shangdong District classical building community are still brightly lit. Americans have no habit of electricity to turn off the lights. Commercial insurance also stipulates that the building must maintain visibility at any time at any time.

Therefore, even if there is no one in the building, all the lighting will be turned on.

The temperature in Manhattan dropped sharply at night, and a thin layer of mist appeared on the peninsula surrounded by water on three sides. The lights shuttled, reflected, and organically merged, forming rings of halos behind Xiao Ru.

This is what people call a beautiful night. In this hazy scene, Zhao Youzhen couldn't see Xu Yiru's face clearly, but thinking about it, there was no regret on that pretty face.

A flawless way of doing things, a polite and friendly social mask, and an independent attitude towards life would have led to such a result. Xiaoru will never ask for help from those so-called suitors. A favor can only be found with a reliable person.

Storing it will only make the relationship more harmonious. But if someone with intentions gets it, there will be countless troubles they will face.

As for asking friends of the same sex for help, that is even more impossible. Not to mention whether it is too squeamish to ask a female friend to take the risk to pick her up at night, Xiaoru also doesn’t want others to see her from the bottom of her heart.

Such a miserable look.

With tears stained and a haggard look on his face, he was waiting for someone to rescue him in front of a certain house at night.

Xu Yiru is very aware of the horror of human words.

After much thought and intense inner struggle, Xiaoru finally clicked on the dialog box with Han Yi.

He is the only person whom I can trust.

This boy who disappears inexplicably every time the topic of love comes up and always maintains a sense of boundaries will not use favors as bargaining chips and has his own agenda.

Even if it’s a picture, what does it matter?

Xiaoru doesn't hate this, but occasionally thinks about it in her heart...

If he really appeared as a suitor, how would he respond?

At least, half of Xiao Ru hoped so when she saw the car lights appearing on the street corner and gradually moving towards her that night.

"After picking me up, Yi Yi asked me if I hadn't eaten yet, and then took me to the spicy chicken feet restaurant in K Town. What's it called?"

"Yasiknara." Zhao Youzhen gave the answer. She hadn't been there yet, but she had been coveting it for a long time. "Is this the only way he can comfort people?"

Thinking of that meal, Yu Zhen couldn't help but laugh.

"His life is quite boring. He doesn't smoke or drink. He just eats and plays video games. He's a super homebody."

Same as me.

Of course Xiaoru would not say this supplementary statement.

"It was the same day. I heard that I had just finished taking a shower and before I could even open Steam, I called him out."

Xu Yiru still remembered Han Yi's outfit that night.
To be continued...