Greedy.

Chapter 9

After that, you can easily find out from his words that he still doesn't know you.

You already had a hunch.Because there are not too ardent expectations, it can't be called a big disappointment.

Later you thought, you can accept it so calmly, mostly because although he still doesn't remember you, you got to know him again in a new way.

The freshness, the vital freshness, the freshness you haven't had for so long.

The river water is turbid yellow, with occasional glimmers of light on the gloomy water surface.

You felt your elbow being touched lightly, and then you heard Qiao lightly say: "Look, although the water is gray and gray, the surface of the water is sparkling."

You listen quietly.

Qiao Qing didn't go on talking.He put his hands on the railing, leaned forward slightly, and stared at the river in rapt attention.

You watched a wave of duckweed go away, and was suddenly recalled by the sparkling light: "Have you ever eaten fruit candy? It's wrapped in cellophane, grab a handful and put it in the sun, and your hand will be filled with various colors of light."

"It's so pretty, it looks very cheap." You smiled, "But I still like to see it. The colorful lights are vulgar, but they are also very..."

You pause, searching for the right words in your mind.

Qiao Qing said: "kind."

"Yes," you glanced at him, "kind. Do you like orange flavor? The orange candy paper is ugly, and the light it folds is not as light as other colors. Although it is a warm color, it doesn't look romantic.

"...However, after looking at it for a long time, I feel in a trance that it is like sparks dimly lit in the embers, without the ability to burn, but clumsily trying to shake off a speck of darkness."

Qiao turned his head slightly, with a faint smile in his eyes: "Why doesn't it feel like a ray of sunshine? Obviously, if it is a little bit richer, it will be a scorching red, and if it is a little lighter, it will be a light pink, but it stands impartially. In it, docile, thick, like a big herbivore."

"No fight, no harm, a messy, warm fur."

You were silent for a while, your eyes gradually softened: "You are right."

There is no wind, and there are no birds and cicadas, as if everything has fallen asleep with time.

The atmosphere is so good that you believe that sentence for a moment-if someone is with you, then it doesn't matter anything.

"I want candy, I want orange-flavored candy," you murmur, "It's all good now. With some rampant sweetness, I might really be able to ask for nothing."

Pretend nothing happened and be as happy as eating fruit candy for the first time.

"You say it like this, it makes me feel that it's my fault not to have a handful of candy in my pocket." Qiao Qingming knew it was not, but she still couldn't help touching her empty pocket.

"It has to be orange-flavored, the kind that's so bluntly sweet." You added.

"So many requests? What if it's not sweet?"

You thought about it and said, "If it's not sweet, keep eating until it's sweet."

This one is not sweet, just eat the next one, and the next one is not sweet, eat another one.It doesn't matter if he finishes eating all he brought, he can still wait for tomorrow.

Comers are not rejected, never tired of it.

You are curious about his yesterday.You have seen him countless yesterdays, and you want to know which one he kept in the end, or the whole army was wiped out, everything is just your big dream.

You probed the weather, location, events, etc., and verified that his yesterday was just like all the days you spent.

That was the day.

But why without you?

The problem was solved another day after another.

You go home at eight o'clock in the evening.You dug out the diary that had been dusty for a long time, and wrote down what happened a little strangely.

You didn't tear them up and burn them this time, maybe because you were too lazy to do so, or maybe you couldn't bear it.

The ink dries up gradually, turning from bright black to silent dark black.You stared blankly for a long time, until the wind chime was swayed by the night wind, and you woke up like a dream, and subconsciously glanced at your watch——[-]:[-].

A time you haven't seen for a long time.

You are not compulsorily pulled back into the morning.Just like normal life, the next day came quietly.

The desk lamp was on silently, illuminating the open notebook.This page has only one sentence.

"I've seen that river water countless times, but it's the first time that my memories are sweet."

If there is another line below that is crossed out, the words 'should', 'thanks', 'exit' and 'bitterness' can be vaguely seen.

Except for no one, time seems to flow quietly according to the normal flow.

Regardless of whether it is still the middle of the night, you ran out in a hurry.You don't know what's the use of going out, but it can't be any more useless than staying at home.

You regret it all the way.

You had a great conversation yesterday, and Qiao Qing took the initiative to ask you for a phone call.You habitually refuse, telling him that he didn't bring his mobile phone - although he didn't.This is also one of your habits, because whether it is to bring a mobile phone or leave a phone, it has no meaning in the past.

There is no need to be obsessed with leaving more traces before clearing.

This makes it impossible for you to find Qiao Qing now - if the current time is continuous, so should the memory, and so is the phone number.

You hesitate between the riverside and the vending machine, and finally choose to sit next to the vending machine and wait.You don't know whether he will come or not, you are just betting on a "possibility".

The excitement had completely receded at dawn, leaving only the exhausted anxiety.

If I don't see him... If I don't see him...

You lower your eyes, your shoulders slumped as if defeated.After a few seconds, you raised your head again and continued to stare at the straight street, waiting for a figure to come from the end.

Then I will go to him.

Use my endless time to find him.

The sun walked in a circle from east to west, slowly drying out a layer of oil on the two stationary trees.The sun was about to melt you before you caught a glimpse of him.

It was already six o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun turned orange-red like crazy, and the clouds were dyed a gorgeous red, almost burning to the sky.

And the sky was still slightly glowing.

You're going to be driven crazy if he doesn't remember you, you're all alone waiting.

Thankfully, the world is finally being kind for once.

You thought you would be so excited to jump up when you saw him, crackling to confirm.However, when the moment you have been looking forward to for a day actually comes, you suddenly lose the strength to be excited.

You sat motionless on the curb, watching him come up little by little.

Tired, but at ease.

"Why are you sitting here?" Qiao asked lightly.

The familiarity in his words makes you unconsciously relieved.

"Wait until you buy me some water." As soon as you opened your mouth, you realized that your throat was so dry that it hurt. After seeing him, the pain revived collectively, making you want to grin your teeth.

But I want to laugh again.

Qiao Qing was startled by your hoarse voice, and hurriedly bought you a bottle of water.When you saw that it was the brand you drank yesterday, you finally couldn't help laughing out loud.While laughing, his throat hurts, but the laughter intensifies.

Qiao Qing is baffled by your smile.He squatted down and was at eye level with you: "You don't look very good."

You said nonchalantly: "After all, I wandered for a day."

Or... many days.

Qiao raised his eyebrows lightly: "For a moment, I couldn't even tell if you were joking."

"Never mind it. Anyway, from now on, my vagabond career is over."

"Sounds like celebration. How about a treat?"

"Then it's better to be respectful than—"

"what happened?"

"...My leg is numb, give me a hand."

My...belongs to Mr.