Should I smile for being your best friend? Or should I cry for just being your friend..?
Our relationship begins with friendship, and ends with friendship. But after seven years have passed, should the relationship remain the same?
Yizhan Short Love...
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Four months. Yes.. Every day for four months, except holidays, Wang Yibo took Xiao Zhan home from work. Every twilight fell with reddish-orange patches, Wang Yibo greeted him with joy. Dusk for most people is the end of the day, for him it is a beautiful beginning.
The courses are not as crowded as last semester. Even almost finished because he was preparing himself to prepare the final project. He always took the time to take Xiao Zhan home. For the charming sweet young man, there is no busy word in Wang Yibo's dictionary.
Sometimes the afternoon is still hot, sometimes it rains heavily. However, it did not dampen Wang Yibo's enthusiasm. Even if a holiday came, he felt like there was an unfulfilled longing. Unknowingly Wang Yibo was instilling in Xiao Zhan a dependency and a sense of need, slowly creating the important position he longed for. Because in reality, it's more than just driving home. They often spend time eating in small cafes that they randomly choose. Sometimes drinking capuccino on a park bench. Stroll around chatting and buying ice cream at the roadside stalls.
In the first month, Wang Yibo took the time to take Xiao Zhan to his house. Introduced him to his mother who, like him, admired all the good things he could find in Xiao Zhan.
"Maa, This is Xiao Zhan, he is my best friend."
His mother looked at him intently, as if something was wrong with her son. Meanwhile Xiao Zhan squandered flowers of words and a series of etiquette manners on Madam Wang. Wang Yibo fell silent and smiled wryly. There was joy and sadness in his eyes.
It was then that Mrs. Wang knew that her son loved his best friend.
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"Yibo..." Xiao Zhan said hesitantly. That afternoon, the one hundred and twentieth day he sat in Wang Yibo's piggyback after work. It was the end of a cloudy day. "Hmmmm...."
"I think that's enough," Xiao Zhan said.
"What?"
"From tomorrow you don't have to drive me home from work." That sentence made Wang Yibo stop his motorbike suddenly.
"I don't want to," he said firmly. "Yibo..." Xiao Zhan sighed.
"I don't want to keep bothering you," he continued. "You've wasted too much of your time and energy."
"You think I expect payment?" asked Wang Yibo.
"That's not really the point," Xiao Zhan chimed in. Suddenly his hand crept up to Wang Yibo's shoulder and squeezed it. Wang Yibo was almost gasping for breath. "Starting tomorrow, or maybe the day after tomorrow, I will have the new car of my dreams," Xiao Zhan called right into Wang Yibo's ear.
"Wow..!" Wang Yibo can't hide his surprise. "So my ugly bike is going to retire?" he said happily, though there was a hint of disappointment in his heart. "You don't like this good news?" asked Xiao Zhan slightly frowning.
