Look at the right eye [Extra chapter]

Chapter 8

Xindajie, Wuxing District, City S, belongs to a small corner of the bustling metropolis. It is inconspicuous but bustling. A new street that has just been repaired has become the pride of the whole street.

Winter is approaching, but there is still a thin layer of snow that has just fallen on the ground, and so are the branches.

Qiao Sangyu was wearing a thick windbreaker and clenched his neck, standing by the electric pole not far away, occasionally looking down at the time on his mobile phone, but his eyes were always fixed on the cafe not far ahead.

It was an inconspicuous cafe just like this street, with a simple and low-key storefront and decoration, but there were quite a few people coming in and out. Always sitting for hours.

I don’t know when the sky started to snow again, probably swearing that winter is not over yet, Qiao Sangyu slightly raised his head and breathed out a cloud of mist into the air, but unexpectedly a drop of snow fell straight into his throat .

She immediately pursed her lips, held her breath and coughed twice, retracted her palms just as they touched the telephone pole, raised her hands to her chest, lowered her head, and let out a breath of warmth into her palms, rubbed them vigorously, put them into her pockets, and secretly took them out. The phone checked the time again.

It's five o'clock, half an hour away.

After squatting for a long time, even she didn't realize that she had been standing there for more than three hours. Even with this thick windbreaker, it couldn't block the cold from the cold wind penetrating into the pores.

Qiao Sangyu touched the electric pole next to her. It was a little slippery, but she leaned on it without hesitation. She was so tired that she didn't know whether her legs were numb or stiff from the cold, but her toes were really numb. perception.

The people who came in and out of the cafe had nothing to do with her.

What she looked at was not the quality of the store's business, but the employees in the store.

She searched for this place from city A according to the address, looking for a store and a residence, and it took a week to come to this cafe named "Yi", and found the person she was looking for.

And today is also her 45th day here.

"Xiaorui."

Muttering in her mouth was only because she saw the person she wanted to see with her eyes, and she didn't know where the strength and courage in her legs and feet kept her going, even ignoring the passing vehicles.

Less than 2 minutes later, the corners of the mouth were curled up, and the face was lowered again because of the loud "be careful".

The moment the arm was tightly grasped, the whole body was also brought forward, and then the sound of motorcycle speeding was heard in the blink of an eye.

"Get off."

The voice came to Qiao Sangyu's ears, but when she came back to her senses, she found herself lying on the chest of her rescuer, a little embarrassed but reluctant to get up.

Qiao Sangyu stared at the person lying on the snow, propped it up with one hand, and slowly caressed the person's cheek with the other, but unexpectedly, the moment he touched it, the person turned his face away, not big or small but desolate The voice said: "Take care, thank you!"

The familiar voice and unfamiliar tone hit Qiao Sangyu's heart hard.

Her paused fingers touched the man's cheek again, smiled and said in a gentle tone: "Don't move, it's dirty, I'll wipe it off for you, it will be fine in a while."

The lying person didn't refuse, and didn't move, but his eyes kept staring at her.

After a while, Qiao Sangyu was still stroking that piece of skin, her palms propped on the snow had already been numb from the cold, but she just didn't want to move away.

At the moment when she was thinking about it, someone pushed her chest hard, and she fell to the ground unprepared. Fortunately, the other hand quickly supported the ground, so that she didn't continue to fall backwards. She raised her head slightly to look at the person above.

Familiar faces, strange eyes, like stagnant water.

"Xiao Rui," she softly called that person's name, and then slowly got up from the ground, but she didn't know what was scratched by her palm, which caused her to hiss in pain.

She stood up and was about to spread her palms to look at the wound, when a sound of "Xiaorui" not far away made her subconsciously clenched her fists and turned her head to look around.

And Meng Rui, who was standing by the side without moving, also looked at the person who called her at this time, but the difference was that she was raising her arms high, her eyes were bent to the crescent moon, and she was walking towards him. people say hello.

"Hadron."

That's what Meng Rui called that man, her kind words hurt Qiao Sangyu's heart.

"Xiaorui, why are you walking so fast? Turn around and you're gone."

"I thought you were gone," Meng Rui intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Qiao Sangyu who was standing beside her, squeezed her palms and walked to the side of Qiangzi, smiled at him, and put her arms on him naturally The man's arm.

Qiangzi touched her head casually, and joked, "Yo! Why are you so enthusiastic today?"

"What?" Meng Rui gave him a white look and slapped the palm on top of his head, "Don't touch my hair, be careful I'll beat you."

"Yo...hehe," Qiangzi folded his arms and leaned over to look at her, "You are the only one with thin arms and legs, and you still have the strength to beat me up."

"Why not, don't look down on people, okay?" Meng Rui put her hands on her waist, looked up at the person in front of her who was more than a head taller than herself, and groaned twice, "I'm hungry, didn't you just say invite me?" Eat something, so I plan to cheat you to death."

"Okay, pick whatever you want, I'll treat you," Qiang Zi said boldly.

"You said it," Meng Rui walked two steps backwards and turned around, put her hands behind her and said, "Don't regret it."

"Do what you say," Qiangzi looked at the person in front of him with a smile on his face. He hadn't taken two steps before he heard someone calling Meng Rui's name behind him, his voice was stiff and hoarse.

Qiao Sangyu, who was behind him, tightly clenched his injured hand. He didn't know how big the wound was and how much blood he had bled, but he only knew that it hurt, a pain that pierced his chest.

She walked stiffly, and deliberately slowed down when passing by Qiangzi to see him clearly. She probably gave him the impression that she was tall and not particularly good-looking, but she was also quite handsome, and her healthy wheat-colored complexion was especially suitable.

Standing with Meng Rui, they are an exceptionally good match.

Qiao Sangyu stepped on the snow step by step and walked up to Meng Rui, wanting to ask her about the relationship between her and the Qiangzi, but she didn't have the courage. What was she afraid of? She was afraid that she would find out from Meng Rui that she and the Qiangzi Does it matter? I'm afraid it's really what she thinks.

I have taken the first step in these 45 days, but now I don't even have the courage to ask her.

"Xiaorui, your friend?" Qiangzi came over, his eyes stayed on Qiao Sangyu for a few seconds, and he blurted out, "It's pretty cool."

"Hello! My name is Qiangzi."

The man in front of Qiao Sangyu, who caught her eye, introduced himself with a smile on his face, and she could only agree with it by bending the corners of her mouth.

Then I heard that person say: "I belong to Xiaorui..."

Before she finished speaking, Meng Rui stopped her in the middle of the road, and she took the man's arm as naturally as before, and smiled at Qiao Sangyu for the first time in 45 days, but she said something that would suffocate her.

"My boyfriend, Qiangzi," Meng Rui looked up at the space, "it's too cold, don't come here in the future."

The smile on Qiao Sangyu's face stopped, and then he managed to squeeze out a smile. His injured hand was stuffed into his pocket, but his uninjured hand had nowhere to put it. After a long time, he still habitually touched Mengrui. s hair.

When we were together before, as now, no matter where we go, as long as Meng Rui is next to her, she will always touch her hair unconsciously, and gradually this unconsciousness has become a habit.

"Oh..." Qiao Sangyu nodded after deliberating for a long time. Looking at the handsome couple in front of him, he realized that he was so redundant.

She asked what Xiao Yihan asked her not long ago: "Then...do you love him? It's not like, it's love."

Maybe even she herself didn't notice the tremor in her tone now.

Meng Rui didn't answer her, but just raised her head and took a deep look at the person named Qiangzi, which could be regarded as acquiescing.

"I don't want to bless you all," Qiao Sangyu choked back her sore nose. Regardless of Meng Rui's resistance, she forcibly pulled her into his arms, and kept running her hands behind her hair. The corners of her mouth trembled and said, " But you have to be good."

"You too," was Meng Rui's only sentence, and it was the only sentence she hadn't said to her in a cold tone in the past 45 days.

Qiao Sangyu slowly let go of her, smiled at her with a smile, turned around and walked in the opposite direction of them, walking fast, but slowed down, the moment she turned around made her feel too pretentious Passionate, but also self-inflicted.

Meng Rui didn't look at her where she was.

She touched her wet pocket and ignored it, turning her head away from the two people who were facing her in the opposite direction.

Disappointed tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, she began to cry while walking regardless of her image, but she didn't dare to make a sound, so she could only bite her lower lip until she felt a bloody smell flowing into her mouth. mouth.

Qiao Sang Yuben slowed down and started to run from slow to speed. Snowflakes hit her face but she didn't feel it.

A stinging eye is never as good as a stinging heart.

The first step of 45 days has become the last step. She is a little bit unwilling, not willing to come here from all the way to come here empty-handed.

Now she can only take a step and run desperately, as if this can make her not so cranky, the people she hits are always too late to say sorry, but the steps under her feet lead her away first.

Afterwards, I didn’t know how long it took me to stop, and the people around me also became rare. Only then did I realize that she ran on the bridge. The endless sea and the city covered with a white quilt made her stay completely in the air. here.

Qiao Sangyu stood on the bridge, reached out and touched the corners of her eyes only to realize that the tears had been blown dry by the wind. She raised one corner of her mouth slightly and sneered.

Grabbing the rubber band of the pony's tail and pulling it down, her short hair fluttered in the wind. She raised her head and said, "Ah~"

All the emotions for 45 days seemed to be vented in this way.

The screaming voice became hoarse not long after, Qiao Sangyu slowly pulled out the injured hand, raised it to look at the deep wound on the palm, and because she held it for a long time, the nails also penetrated into the opening inside.

She lowered that arm, letting the blood on her palm drop to the ground, and the white snow had turned red at this moment.

I don't know.

After Qiao Sangyu had not walked for a long time, Meng Rui also stopped, and when she looked back, the people behind her had long since disappeared.

"Qiangzi, I... feel a little uncomfortable, so I'm going home first," Meng Rui said.