Greedy.

Chapter 28 Man-made Fate

If the previous two crashes may have been deliberate, then this time it was definitely not caused by human deliberation.

Nor is it a coincidence.You stare into the dripping mirror as water trickles down your forehead.

Then you blinked lightly, shook off the water from your eyes, and smiled.You found that word.

Fate.

The words that came to mind on the first day I met Qiao Qing came back to my mind, as funny as a joke.

Qiao lightly knocked on the door again.You don't understand.

You locked the door first thing after throwing up.You don't want to see him for the time being, and you can't face him.It could be anger, or it could be just weakness.

"Zhou Huai?" He asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Did you throw up just now?" He said uncertainly.

"It was fine before..."

You didn't make a sound, and the faucet was running water.

"Open the door, please?" He lowered his voice, "Let me see you."

You gag again.Nausea surged up and up like a spiral staircase, like a devil with its mouth open to devour people.

You think, no.

The people outside the door were silent for a while, and finally only whispered: "Why?"

The tail is too soft to hear.

yes.You ask yourself, why?Your swollen brain couldn't come up with an answer, you shook your head and washed your face with cold water again.

Just pretend I'm sorry for you, you thought nonchalantly.

There was no more sound outside the door.

You grab the edge of the sink as hard as a life-saving straw.Several times you thought you were going to throw up again, but you didn't.

You are empty.

The feeling of being manipulated makes you feel like a thorn in your back, but it is ridiculous that when you sit down against the wall tiredly, the first thing you think of is to whitewash the peace.

You think you really miss Qiao Qing.Such a happy day has never happened before, and probably will never happen again in the future.You let yourself fantasize about walking out as if nothing had happened, hugging Qiao Qing for a long, long time, even if he wanted to leave, you wouldn't let him go.

But no.You can't stand this.You don't have the courage to completely let go of the past, and you can't convince yourself to let go of the truth—"Why me" and "Why this happened" have almost become your obsessions. Scars deep in your soul.You gave yourself two chances, wishful thinking that whitewashing would get you by, you're too stupid to have a third.

Although you are sure that even if there is, fate will design a fourth coincidence for you to see.

You lower your eyes, slowly count to five silently with yourself, and then slightly purse your lips, kicking away these unnecessary fantasies.

When did this start, or in other words, what happened because of the opportunity?You're sure everything was alright when you moved in and nothing reminds you of the past.

The wind chime was Qiao Qing's idea when he was a child, the bookshelf was his accidental idea, and the ingredients and order in the refrigerator were your common habits and hobbies.

You curl your fingers.

It's like... change?Or... remodeling?These three changes, more or less have your factors involved.As Qiao Qing said, it seems that everyone is adjusting this house to accommodate the needs of one more owner.Then it was this adjustment that made some details extremely similar to your previous room.

You frowned, a premonition of absurdity growing like a bubble.You feel like the answer is right at hand, but you can't figure it out for a while.

You have changed your mind.Before, you were thinking about Qiao Qing's adjustment, but now you start to think about your own house.Although you hate it subjectively, you have to admit that many of the designs inside actually make you very comfortable.And Qiao Qing went there for the first time, and he seemed to have praised it...

Oh, and that bottle of drink.Now you are sure that that kind of fruit and vegetable is what Qiao Qing likes to drink, but as for yourself, at most you don't dislike it.

This level of fit can be achieved unless...

boom.The bubble burst.

—unless that's where you and Joe Light live.Must have been designed together and lived together for a while.That drink wasn't meant for you in the first place.

You close your eyes and carefully recall the details of that house.A word Qiao Qing once used comes back to your mind gently - warmth.

The relationship between "you" and "Qiao Qing" must also be very good.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

You suddenly look up.

Qiao Qing said: "I filled you with a cup of warm water and a hot water bottle. I don't know what caused your illness, so I didn't dare to dispense the medicine."

"If... If you don't want to see me, just open the door and take the cup. It's a little moist, and it should be more comfortable."

"The hot water bag...the hot water bag contains freshly boiled water, which feels a bit hot to the touch. I put a layer of towel on it, so you can see for yourself."

Having said that, he suddenly paused.You listen in silence.

After a pause of about four or five seconds, he continued: "I still want to see you. I'm worried about you. You... would you like to open the door?"

You just stare at the door.It may be that the eyes have been open for a long time, and there is a little pantothenic acid.

What can I do when the door is opened?Do you think, would you like to explain?can you explain

The messy truth... the messy truth.

"Okay." The person outside the door said quietly, "I see. I will go to the living room and sit down. Call me if you need it. I put the things on the right hand side of the door. You can take them later."

You gently rest your head against the door.As if wanting to use this to listen to something...to touch something.

But no more.You seem to have exhausted your quota and can't even hear a word.Your eyes were so sore that you finally couldn't help but let out a long sob and covered your eyes.

Just a drop.

The liquid in the palm of your hand evaporates quickly, and you finally stand up and hold the doorknob.The coldness is not as good as the temperature of his palm.

However, when you pressed your hand down, a force stopped you.You startled, and suddenly realized that he hadn't left yet.

He has been standing outside the door.

"I love you," he said, "I'm leaving."

You waited for five seconds before opening the door, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Only the glass cup by the door was still steaming.

You sit back and take a small sip.The water is warm, and when it flows into the lungs, it can warm you up from the bottom of your heart.

You suddenly feel very tired.You obviously came to a conclusion with great difficulty, but you suddenly lost the strength to go deep.

Holding the warm cup in your hand, you are concentrating on yourself amidst the pervasive heat.

In fact, Qiao Qing rarely says "I love you" bluntly.He is always restrained, he will kiss the side of your neck, program you as a birthday present, cook for you, and put a handful of candies on his body anytime and anywhere, but he rarely says anything.His love is like the fine lines at the corners of the eyes, which are not visible at ordinary times, but the lines of time can only be seen when he smiles.

But not without it.On those rare occasions you would jump up and wrap your arms around his neck, smile and kiss him, press your forehead against his, and look him in the eye.

In the light-colored amber, there is your reflection.

Only this time... this time, you don't even dare to meet him.You still want to look into his eyes, even though his eyes may droop weakly, and at a certain moment may appear sad——

Oh, and you promised to coax him.

You unconsciously grip the glass.It's cold in late autumn, and you curl up in the cold.

After such a short time, the cup is no longer hot.You looked down at the water that had lost its heat as if it had lost its vitality, and suddenly took a big gulp.

Sure enough, it was cold.

You're always...missing the moment.

You froze for a while, then suddenly moved your face closer, as if snuggling up to someone, and gently pressed against the wall of the cup.The inorganic coldness of the glass seems to be reliable in a flash... After all, it has passed through his hands.

You suddenly have a craving for candy.really want.

While telling yourself that this is the bathroom, only idiots put food here, you have already got up quickly and rummaged through the boxes.What if you think?After all, you can find it anywhere in your home, so why not the bathroom?

You seem to have an unreasonable and unreasonable expectation of Qiao Qing, thinking that he will satisfy all your unreasonable ideas.

As long as you want.

...But there really is.It's in the second drawer you open, prominently, in a small tin box.There are a few fancy rabbits printed on the iron box. I don’t know which era of cartoons they are from. They look like they can be happy even if the sky is falling.

You open it, and besides the colorful candy, there is also a rolled note inside, which says: If you want to eat candy in the bathroom, it must be a sad time, right?Don't be afraid, they are all sweet.

You seem to stand still.After a long time, you picked out an orange candy from it.

It is an honest orange flavor, very pure, not mixed with anything, until it melts, there is still a warm aftertaste.

And, really sweet.It can instantly rekindle all hope.

You think unrealistically.

Maybe, just maybe, if he's innocent -- and you're innocent -- can you go on living with him again after finding out the truth?

You will be very happy, just like those two silly rabbits, with smiles that don't care when the sky is falling.

The author has something to say:

When I wrote this, I suddenly really wanted to give them a HE.