moonlight lure

Ming Xu looked at her quietly for a moment, and the tired look on his face wasn't a lie: "I've been too busy these days. Have you recovered from your last cold?"

Song Shiwei hummed with an unclear expression and didn't look at him.

"I'll take the day off tomorrow. Let's have dinner together at noon." He carefully observed her expression and said in a gentle voice, "Go to the restaurant you like behind the school."

"Ming Xu."

She suddenly interrupted him, "I don't want to go on like this, let's stop here."

The smile froze at the end of his lips, and then gradually disappeared.

Song Shiwei lowered his eyes, then forced himself to raise his gaze and look directly at the person in front of him.

"Your accusations after every quarrel make me feel exhausted. I admit that I haven't done a good job in this relationship, and you really have no obligation to tolerate me unconditionally, so there is no need for us to torture each other."

She stretched out her hand to him, her voice calm and decisive: "Thank you for the time that passed."

The dim light flows slowly in the silence, and the slender palms are spread out in the air for a long time.

Finally, he smiled, but instead of holding her hand, he put the flower in his hand on her hand.

Song Shiwei's eyelashes trembled slightly, which was covered up by her averting her eyes.

They all remembered it very clearly, and only the two of them in the world knew that this was his behavior on the day of confession.

The atmosphere fell into a long silence.

Everything seemed to have returned to its original point, but when I raised my head again, the person in front of me was no longer the calm and energetic male college student who could blush, and she was no longer the immature person who kept asking for things from others. A safe self.

Each of them is growing up, but sadly they are getting further and further away.

He finally said: "Go to bed early."

She nodded: "Be careful on the road."

It's impossible to end a relationship that lasted five years without feeling depressed.

Song Shiwei slept uneasily that night. She drifted drowsily through broken dreams. In the dream, they were still in college when they first got together. He was in medical school, separated by a wall from the University of Political Science and Law.

They had their share of romantic moments in love, but conflicts gradually became apparent as the relationship progressed.

The quarrels are getting worse, the cold war is getting longer and longer, and the accusations are exhausting.

She looked at the cold and tired face of the man in her dream, feeling panicked and confused. Every relationship was obviously good at the beginning, but in the end they all ended up the same way. Is it really, as he said, that all of this was her problem? ?
She is extremely insecure but unable to open up honestly, which leads her to seek pathologically from the other party on the one hand, and on the other hand, she tightly closes herself to protect herself.

No one can endure such one-way output for a long time, and everyone who has been with her will leave quickly.

Getting back together with Mingxu again and again was part of her gritting her teeth and deliberately competing with herself. She was eager to prove that there was nothing wrong with her, and she wanted to prove that she was capable of maintaining a relationship, but in the end they still reached this point.

Song Shiwei was disheartened, but also relieved.

It's not like she hasn't tried hard to change, but with little success.It was as if her whole body was immersed in the cold lake water that was up to her chest. She knew that danger was coming, and she frantically wanted to save herself, but she had no idea what to do to stop her from drowning.

During the cooling-off period of separation and recombination again and again, her thoughts gradually became clear and clear from chaos and fuzzyness.

She no longer places her sense of security on others, nor is she childish and stubborn in competing with herself.She began to calmly accept that some people were born not suitable for love, just like people who were born tone-deaf or uncoordinated. All she could do was to give up on the track of love. There was no need for one more person to follow her in the world. Not happy together.

After confirming this, Song Shiwei's anxiety slowly subsided.

This week's work and personal affairs were all rushed together, and she had a hard time. She finally managed to catch her breath on Friday, and she excused herself from the after-get off work dinner because she felt unwell.

Her depressed look these days was noticed by her colleagues in the team, and no one forced her to do so. Everyone told her to go back and have a good rest.

Song Shiwei came home early after get off work. When she saw the new faces in the guard room in front of the community, she suddenly remembered something.

She approached the glass window, knocked twice, and asked: "I put a key here on Monday, has anyone taken it?" The new security guard responded, then turned back and took a key from the wall: " Is it this one?"

Song Shiwei frowned slightly: "Yes."

The other party asked: "Do you want to take it away?"

Song Shiwei hesitated.

A week has passed. Logically speaking, the other party should not have come by now, and there is no news from him.

Their missions usually don't last this long, unless it's impossible for him to come in his current state.

Her pupils flickered slightly. Could it be that when he was taking action-——
The young security guard interrupted her thoughts with a friendly reminder: "Do you want to make a call?"

Song Shiwei suddenly came back to her senses, suddenly came to her senses, and smiled lightly: "No need. Keep the key here, please."

She swiped her card and walked into the community with a gloomy look on her face.

Perhaps it was because he accidentally mentioned a lot of things about her past that day, which she had never even mentioned to Mingxu. This gave her the illusion that someone knew her very well, making her pay more attention to him. Indescribable affection and attention.

But when you calm down and think about it carefully, she only met him a few times, and they are not really friends.

It was reasonable that he had no news, and whether he was injured or not had nothing to do with her.

After entering the door, Song Shiwei cooked a bowl of noodles for herself. It was difficult for her, a kitchen killer, to handle the shrimp threads. It was already dark outside when the noodles were served.

She sat cross-legged on the mat on the carpet, blowing on the soup while lowering her head and turning on the TV with the remote control.

The female anchor of the news station was sitting at attention, seriously broadcasting the latest news: "... In this joint operation, a total of 2.6 kilograms of drugs were seized... Three police officers were heroically injured, one of whom was seriously injured. After rescue, he is now out of danger..."

Song Shiwei bit her chopsticks and was stunned. It couldn't be such a coincidence, could it?
She only knew such a policeman. It couldn't be him, right?

All kinds of coincidences made Song Shiwei feel a little uneasy.Although they are not friends, they have worked together at least.

She was purely humanitarian and concerned about his safety. After the news ended, she called him nervously. As expected, a mechanical female voice came from the receiver: "The user you dialed has turned off his phone..."

Song Shiwei secretly pursed her lips and unconsciously held the phone tightly.

His mission was definitely over, so the remaining answers were obvious.

After dinner she went downstairs to throw away the trash and took a slow walk along the path.

When she passed by the guard's room, she raised her head unexpectedly. The key hung alone on the wall, cast in a dim shadow by the light.

She watched quietly, with a somewhat complicated mood.

The security guard in the room saw her and raised his hand to salute her.

She slightly curved her lips, lowered her eyes and was about to leave when a familiar, deep voice suddenly sounded from behind her: "Song Shiwei."

Song Shiwei's heart skipped a beat and she turned around in surprise.

The man stood a few steps away, his posture always upright. There were several obvious scratches and bruises on Junyi's face. One hand was wrapped with a thick white bandage, tightly wrapped from the fingertips to the forearm. .

He stared at her face quietly, and after a moment, he laughed silently, and the coldness in his eyebrows quietly melted into the increasingly hot summer night.

"What a coincidence, we meet again."

　Scheming Puppy: Leave something today so that we can meet you later.

　　(End of this chapter)