Don't Come Ill (MTL)

24

Xiao Zhang: "The one with you this afternoon is the one you like, right?"

Muzhenxi's astonishment only lasted for a moment, and then he lowered his eyes indifferently.

Xiao Zhang smiled and said: "Okay, you have been so obvious. If I don't see it anymore, isn't it because you have lived for so many years in vain?"

Muzhen Creek did not say a word.

Xiao Zhang shrugged and stopped questioning.

After a while, Muzhenxi couldn't hold back, he raised his eyes and glanced at her, put down the knife and fork in his hand, Xiao Zhang took a sip from the wine glass next to him, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked.

Xiao Zhang is two years older than Muzhenxi. The relationship between two people is not far away, and if they are close or not, it is more like a gentle friendship. Muzhenxi went back to Lincheng a few years ago and found that there was such a book, so I often went to sit there. Once, I saw Xiao Zhang sitting on the seat by the glass wall.

A long soft black hair, pouring down like a waterfall, draped vertically on his thin shoulders, and in front of him is a copy of Milan Kundera's "The Unbearable Lightness of Life", but he is distracted from time to time, and his mind is heavy. Look like.

Muzhenxi looked at each other more than once, and didn't have the thought of approaching him. Until one time I saw her sitting down, suddenly raised her hand and wiped her eyes, and immediately turned her face outside.

Muzhenxi invited her to drink a cup of coffee. The waiter was surprised when she ordered and said which table she was going to. Later, after chatting with Xiao Zhang, she found out that the other party turned out to be the owner of the book bar.

Xiao Zhang wasn't a bookkeeper all the time, she was a hand-off shopkeeper. According to Muzhenxi's observations of her on weekdays, she should have a good background and a good family. He didn't know what the official position was, and he might not have the official position, and occasionally flew abroad. She didn't ask the other party why she was crying, nor did Xiao Zhang actively ask her personal questions. If she met on the weekend, she would chat for a while. If it happened, she would make an appointment for dinner by the way, just like today.

It has been more than three years.

Muzhenxi looked at her and asked, "Where do you see that I like her?"

Xiao Zhang let out a "well", raised his eyebrows and said, "When she was picking books on the shelf in the afternoon, you had been looking at her, but before she turned around, you pretended to be nonchalant. Also, you are very efficient in reading books today. Low, haven't you noticed it yourself?"

"The book I read today is rather difficult. I don't understand it well, so I read very slowly. Is there a problem?" Mu Zhenxi insisted.

"No problem." Xiao Zhang glanced at her.

"Any other performances?" Muzhenxi asked again.

Xiao Zhang frowned: "Don't you dislike others? Why do you ask this?"

Wooden Sleeper Creek: "..."

Xiao Zhang slowly sliced ​​the steak on his plate, and said in a casual tone: "Like is like, dislike is not like, young people always like to struggle so much."

Muzhenxi, who was only two years younger than her, said upset: "It's not a question of like or not."

"That's..." Xiao Zhang followed the tricks.

"It's nothing." Muzhenxi admitted that it was not enough to make friends with the other party, so he avoided talking, "Let's eat, go back early after eating."