It is because of the unspoken love that makes them so unfamiliar now.

He was so innocent that he knew nothing and did nothing wrong.

Meng Yuning had mixed eyes and asked again: "Can we make up?"

Xuezhu could only say: "We didn't quarrel at first, what did we make up?"

"Since there is no quarrel, don't ignore me," Meng Yuning said softly, "We haven't contacted each other for several years. It's normal for you to be unaccustomed. Can you give me some time?"

He kept asking her in a good voice.

Can you make up?

Can you restore the former intimacy?

Xuezhu's throat was sore, and she wanted to ask him if he shouldn't spoil her so much.

She had been struggling for a long time but couldn't say anything, so she could only nod her head gently.

The man finally smiled: "Sister Zheng Yue will be back next week, remember to read WeChat."

After he went downstairs and left, Xuezhu didn't know how long she had been at home. When she entered the room, the lights in the living room were still on, and she narrowed her eyes slightly.

The TV was also on, and Song Yanping stood up from the sofa.

"Why did you come back so late?"

"I met Brother Yu Ning, so I've said a few more words."

Xuezhu changed into slippers, walked to the sofa like a wandering splash, and then slumped down with a thud.

"Talk about my childhood?" Song Yanping said with a smile, "If I talk about this, I might not have been able to finish it for days or nights."

Xuezhu also smiled: "Yes."

"At that time—"

The sound of the TV mixed with Song Yanping's sigh, and she fell into memories like that.

Song Yanping said a lot, as if the more memories are, the more likely it is to follow the stairs of time to go back to that time. When the family was still together and when the children were still young, unlike now, they are separated by their own side. Although they know that they have their own lives and are living well now, they still hope that even if they have grown up, they are still by their side.

"At that time, my mother had high requirements for you and controlled you too strictly. She often said that this is not good for you, and that is not good for you..."

When children grow up, they will regret their contradictory to their parents when they were ignorant, and when parents are old, they will also regret their disrespect and incomprehension of their children.

The first time they are children and the first time they are parents, they are both newbies and they have made mistakes.

The departure of her husband and daughter and her life alone in the past few years have made Song Yanping toss and turn in the occasional late night. Finally, she gradually realized that although she loved her husband and daughter very much, she had also hurt them unconsciously.

Song Yanping said softly: "I'm sorry, Xiaozhu."

If this apology was replaced by the resolute and decisive Song Yanping a few years ago, it would never have been possible for her to hear it.

Xuezhu did not respond positively to her mother's apology, but just asked: "I haven't come back to see you in the past few years. Am I very unfilial?"

Song Yanping shook her head: "You just need to live well outside."

Xuezhu suddenly said, "Would it be good for me to stay in Tongzhou to work?"

Song Yanping's eyes suddenly wet slightly, and she reached out to gently stroke the long hair on her daughter's temples: "You decide for yourself, mom has no objection."

***

There are still a few lights in each household in the community.

One of them is Song Yanping's house.

The driver of the designated driver waited for a long time. When Meng Yuning came back, he complained before he could speak out, and the young man apologized first.

"Sorry, I've kept you waiting for a long time."

The complaint that had reached my throat instantly swallowed back my stomach.

The car drove out of the community, Meng Yuning pressed his eyebrows, leaned on the seat and rested tiredly, looking extremely tired.

The driver observed his appearance from the rearview mirror, with excellent temperament and elegant clothes, and looked at the car again, and instantly guessed that this man is probably a young elite.

But now he looked exhausted and extremely depressed, but it also made him feel a little more fireworks.

The driver sighed and couldn't help but talk to him.

"Sir, are you very tired at work?"

Meng Yuning opened his eyes slightly, and his voice was clear: "It's a little bit."

"Life is not easy. I'm still out for someone to drive in the middle of the night. Isn't it just that I want to make more money? You guys who drive luxury cars are much better than us," the driver asked again, "Have you started a family?"

"No."

"Did you have a girlfriend?"

Meng Yuning didn't want to answer, but it was because he was asked this question too many times, which made him feel a little stressed and irritable.

But he still answered politely: "No."

"No? Did you not even have a girlfriend with such good conditions?" the driver asked incredibly twice.

Whether a man or a woman, it seems that she is still single at a certain age, and she will be questioned like this.

It seems that when you get older, you should have someone around you.

Love is a human instinct need, but for some people it is a burden.

Once upon a time, I was busy until the sky was dark and there was no extra time to consider the vacancy of my heart. Now life has finally given some rewards to those bitter and tormented years. I have worked for many years and have no shortage of material things. I am not without entertainment on weekdays. I read books, played basketball or even stayed up all night. But my feelings are always heavy for myself. Whether it is my father and mother who have passed away for many years, or my loved and happy neighbors, the ending is not much better.

Loneliness is not a more relaxed and unburdened lifestyle.

He has no time and no interest in running a romantic relationship that starts with strangers.

The man's tone was calm, as if he was self-deprecating and helpless: "I am too busy with work and can't even take good care of myself, so I have no time to think about this."

"What about your sister? Doesn't she usually care about you, a brother?"

"We are not brothers and sisters."

Speaking of this, Meng Yuning lowered his eyes and spread his palms. Sure enough, there was a shallow lip mark on his palms.

He held his chin lightly and closed his eyes again.

The appearance of snow bamboo is reflected in my mind.

He was agile and lively when he was a child, but now he was quiet and charming.

The hand with the remaining lip marks rested on his knees casually, curling his fingers slightly unconsciously, rubbing each other's knuckles. The soft friction made his eyelids twitch twice, and the Adam's apple rolled up and down repeatedly, not daring to face the absurd change in his heart.

***

Two days before He Zhengyue returned to Tongzhou, in order to discuss where to get together after she came back, He Zhengyue first brought in a group.

As soon as the group was built, Zhong Zihan first let out a crying expression.

In fact, I didn’t want to get together over the years, but I just ran around for my own career and family. A few years ago, He Zhengyue went to Shanghai to work, and then Zhong Zihan and Meng Yuning went to Beijing to go to university. After finally getting settled down, Xuezhu moved to Guangdong and then went to college to graduate school. This small group with a age difference of more than half a round has been scattered to this day.

Maybe you will feel alienated when you meet again, but it is always better than not.

k:【Life】

Haha: [It seems that we have not been together since 15 years?]

k:【One or two years?】

Haha: [Didn’t I get together when I got married?]

k:【Yu Ning was in the UK at that time, could video calls be considered a gathering?】

Haha: [That's right. Later, Ningning returned to China and ended up going out to study again]

Haha: [From one or two years, it means that I haven’t been together for seven years?]

k:【Time flies true】

k:【/Cry】

The two of them chatted in the group for a while, and Meng Yuning's chat box suddenly bubbled.

Island:【Did you think about what to eat when you come back?】

Haha: [I don’t want to eat in a hotel. Ningning, didn’t you just move to your new home? How about going to your home?]

k:【Who cooks?】

Haha:【Let's go together】

k:【But I can’t cook】

hehe:【?】

Haha: [Men who can’t cook are all waste]

k:【…】

k:【I guarantee that Xiaozhu can’t cook even if I don’t want to cook @口子】

The snow bamboo that had been silently peeking at the screen finally bubbled.
To be continued...