MTL - Back To the Past To Fall In Love-Chapter 5 on the way home

Walking to the first floor, Xu Ziran saw Qiu Yurou's back.

She was carrying a grey canvas backpack and walked with her head down, her presence unbelievably low.

If Xu Ziran was not looking for her on purpose, he would never have noticed such a person in the crowd.

Xu Ziran thought of Qiu Yurou, who looked awe-inspiring when he walked casually in the crowd ten years later, and felt that even if they looked exactly the same, they were not the same person.

No wonder they gradually became close after college. Xu Ziran has always only become friends with people he admires. If Qiu Yurou had always been the gloomy appearance of high school, no matter how talented the other party was, Xu Ziran would not have approached her.

But now, there is a strange system that makes her have to get closer to Qiu Yurou.

Xu Ziran scratched his head, and quickly walked up to Qiu Yurou's side.

She originally wanted to grab Qiu Yurou's wrist, but she remembered her previous experience of being rejected over and over again, so she put her hand away and said, "Let's go together."

Qiu Yurou glanced at her, didn't say a word, just picked up the shoulder strap of her schoolbag and quickened her pace.

Xu Ziran: "..." This is really, how much I dislike me.

If Xu Ziran in high school was in the current situation, he would definitely give up - who is not a young master, but Xu Ziran, 29, has already developed a good face, not to mention such a 15- or 16-year-old girl. , in her eyes, it's just a child.

She knows that girls of this age are sensitive and impulsive, and often embarrass themselves and others for inexplicable reasons. In fact, most problems can be solved by just communication.

So she also quickened her pace to keep up with Qiu Yurou's pace.

Xu Ziran followed Qiu Yurou through the crowded crowd, and gradually arrived at a place with fewer people. Looking around, he found that it was a bicycle garage.

She had a bad idea, and she only remembered now that in high school, she rode a bicycle to and from school.

However, she has long since forgotten what her high school bike looked like and where it was parked.

She tried her best not to let her daze show on her face, and swept her eyes over and over again at the bicycle parking space of the freshman, hoping to find her bicycle.

When her head was as big as a fight, Tian Jiaqi and Meng Shitao came in through the entrance, Meng Shitao greeted Xu Ziran, but Tian Jiaqi pretended not to see Xu Ziran, and walked past her with a cold face, to the front of a bicycle, and opened the car. Lock.

Xu Ziran's eyes lit up, remembering that his bicycle had always been parked beside Tian Jiaqi.

She hurriedly walked to Tian Jiaqi, and she found the bicycle from her high school years that she recognized even though her impression was blurred. Out.

When she pushed the car out, she inevitably bumped into Tian Jiaqi, so she said "sorry" subconsciously.

Tian Jiaqi was originally just expressionless, but when she heard this, she seemed to have been insulted. She frowned and pursed her mouth tightly, turning her head to the side, not looking at Xu Ziran.

Seeing Tian Jiaqi's expression, Xu Ziran suffocated and thought to herself: She must be crying.

Tian Jiaqi has always felt that polite words such as "sorry" and "thank you" should not be said between friends. Xu Ziran said this as if she no longer regarded her as a friend.

Tian Jiaqi usually looks arrogant and narcissistic, but she is actually a crybaby.

It's just that she can't be proud, she never shows weakness in front of others, no matter how aggrieved the situation at the time, she will only cry silently after returning home.

Xu Ziran suddenly thought that she might not know the 29-year-old Tian Jiaqi, but in this world, the person who knows the 15-year-old Tian Jiaqi best must be Xu Ziran.

She couldn't help but squeezed the handle of the car tightly, and in the end she pushed the car out of the garage with her heart - Qiu Yurou didn't wait for her at all, and now she's gone.

She left the garage, but she still didn't see Qiu Yurou, thinking that the other party must have already left on a bicycle, she knew in her heart that it would be impossible to catch up, so she finally gave up and rode the car and went home according to her impression.

The road planning in this area of ​​the school has undergone great changes in the past ten years. After three years, there are already two asphalt roads on the left and right sides, and the next row is full of residential buildings and large shopping malls.

But now the road on the left side of the school is still being built, and the road on the right side is still made of concrete.

For Xu Ziran, the experience of riding a bicycle home is a long time ago, and there is still a bit of strangeness, so while riding the bicycle slowly, I want to enjoy the scenery along the long-lost way.

However, all the way, there was nothing but overgrown grass or abandoned fields. The setting sun dyed the fields orange-red, but the scene was even more cluttered and dim. Xu Ziran thought it was not interesting, so he looked up again and saw Qiu Yurou.

Qiu Yurou was pushing the car and limping forward.

It looked like her right foot was injured and she couldn't ride the bike, so she had to push away.

Xu Ziran frowned slightly, knowing that Qiu Yurou was still injured when she was hit by Hu Tutu just now.

She quickly accelerated to Qiu Yurou's side, and then stopped.

Qiu Yurou had earphones plugged into her ears, and she didn't realize it until Xu Ziran came to her side, as if startled, she stopped abruptly.

She raised her head and looked at Xu Ziran, her expression was a kind of confusion that hadn't had time to dissipate.

But this confusion quickly turned into a blank expression after seeing Xu Ziran. She lowered her head and continued to walk forward, but this time she no longer limped.

Seeing Qiu Yurou like this, Xu Ziran thought of Tian Jiaqi who pursed her lips and held back her tears. Two kinds of guilt were mixed for a while, and she couldn't help saying, "Don't walk if your feet hurt, I'll take you."

Qiu Yurou paused for a while and didn't speak, but this time, she no longer concealed the pain, and limped again.

Xu Ziran was inexplicably upset, and stepped forward to grab Qiu Yurou's arm and said, "Don't leave, I'll take you."

This time, Qiu Yurou finally said after being silent for a while, "No need, I didn't hurt my bones, it's just a little sprained."

Xu Ziran knew that Qiu Yurou's whole family was a doctor, and she later became a doctor, so she didn't doubt her judgment. When she thought about her current weight, she probably wouldn't be able to carry Qiu Yurou, so she stopped reluctantly and just got out of the car and pushed Qiu Yurou together. car go.

The cold wind was overwhelming, and it got into the loose scarf on his neck. Xu Ziran shrank his neck and sniffed, and then sneezed several times.

At this moment, she remembered that she was catching a cold now. No wonder she felt that something was wrong, and she didn't know when it was or whether it was flu season.

She asked casually, "What day is it today?"

As soon as this question was asked, Xu Ziran felt a little silly, but to her, she really didn't know, and she was extremely curious.

After she thought about it, Qiu Yurou would not answer, but she didn't expect Qiu Yurou to speak this time: "February 23rd, Wednesday."

Xu Ziran asked again: "What classes are tomorrow, and today's homework are those exam papers."

Qiu Yu judo: "Chinese, Chinese, English and English in the morning, and physics, mathematics, mathematics and mathematics in the afternoon."

Xu Ziran's face looked ashamed: "Why is it all math class."

Qiu Yurou said, "The music teacher and the math teacher have changed classes. Last time, I didn't do well in the math test. The last section was changed to math."

Xu Ziran kicked the stone on the ground unhappily, and suddenly thought, Qiu Yurou didn't find it strange to ask these questions.

When she was thinking about this, and thinking about what to say to cover up her unscientific ignorance, Qiu Yurou said—

"Are you unhappy today?"

Xu Ziran was stunned for a moment and thought to himself: I didn't even think you were unhappy, why do you still think I'm unhappy?

But she said, "It's okay, why do you think so."

Qiu Yurou lowered her head, her voice so soft that she could hardly hear it: "Didn't you lie on the table all the time and sigh, not even listening to the teacher?"

Xu Ziran laughed: "I thought you hated me, but you still noticed me."

What she said was just a joke to bring the relationship closer, not self-defeating, Qiu Yurou was thin-skinned, and after hearing this, she simply stopped talking.

Xu Ziran sighed bitterly, and thought about talking about other topics of redemption.

She glanced at Qiu Yurou indistinctly, saw that the other party had taken off the earphones hanging on the scarf from her ears, and asked, "What are you listening to, can I listen to it?"

Qiu Yurou nodded lightly, stretched out the headphone cord in her collar, and handed it to Xu Ziran.

Xu Ziran noticed at this time that Qiu Yurou was not wearing gloves, and only covered most of her hands with her long sleeves, revealing a frozen red fingertip. Round, the nails are cleanly trimmed and no white edges are visible, each of which is a perfect oval, lined with pink flesh and blood, like peach blossoms on the branches in early spring.

Xu Ziran knew that Qiu Yurou's hands were beautiful. Years later, Qiu Yurou would turn the scalpel on her fingers in front of her. The silver-white scalpel and fair and slender fingers, the thrilling and smooth movements formed a picture that could be called art. Xu Ziran At that time, I was amazed again and again, and couldn't stop asking how I practiced it.

Qiu Yurou casually glanced at Xu Ziran while flipping the knife tip between her fingertips and holding the knife handle in her hand, smiling, "I don't have him, but I'm familiar with you."

Xu Ziran asked again, "So have you ever hurt your hand?"

Qiu Yurou showed her hand to Xu Ziran, pointed to a small scar on her thumb and said, "I've only been injured once, but it was cut with scissors when I was three or four years old."

Xu Ziran saw a white raised scar about two millimeters long, on a pair of perfectly slender hands, as if the white jade was slightly flawed, but it was innocuous.

Seeing such beautiful hands now frozen like this, Xu Ziran couldn't help but feel a little pity. For a while, the present was confused with the future, so he clenched it tightly with his gloved hand, feeling the coldness through the fabric and said: " Why don't you wear gloves, it's so cold."

After speaking, they froze together with Qiu Yurou.

Qiu Yurou didn't expect Xu Ziran to do this, but Xu Ziran suddenly realized how complacent she was.

This is not Qiu Yurou ten years later. The two admire and support each other, discuss the past, discuss the present, and imagine the future.

This is the fifteen-year-old Qiu Yurou, whose face is so thin that Xu Ziran feels a headache.

She let go of her hand and looked at Qiu Yurou, Qiu Yurou looked at Xu Ziran with a blushing face, and after being stunned for a long time, she didn't say anything. Instead, she put the earphones into Xu Ziran's ear.

Accompanied by the coldness of the fingers into the ears - is the BBC English news.