Chapter 81: Can you still believe in the red line of fate?

A few days ago, it was still raining heavily, and the temperature also made people feel slightly cool, but as soon as it cleared up, it immediately returned to the temperature that almost cooked people. This extremely changing weather like mental illness is simply crazy.

But on such a hot summer day, I used a broken straw hat borrowed from Di Lan to help throw garbage, clean the garden, and water the plants.

"What's going on?" I looked at the doorman with a leisurely fan in the guard room and thought angrily.

A few days ago, I sneaked into the student union to get something and was caught, and because I didn't listen carefully to the advice of the guard, I accidentally fell down when I was chasing me. After the old man was accused and complained in front of the dean, I was sent to the student union to do half a month of chores for the gloriously injured uncle until the summer vacation.

People who enter and exit the student union will habitually look at me with a strange look. Although I am completely strange to them, there are always a few people who know what happened at the welcome meeting of freshmen.

"Do you need me to explain to the director for you?"

A picnic basket appeared casually, swaying left and right in front of my eyes.

I looked along the white arm carrying the basket, and Ye Yichen crawled on the stone wall of the flowering with an angelic smile.

"You come down quickly! After a while, you won't be able to eat when the doorman sees you. I looked nervously at the guard room.

"What are you afraid of? It's okay to be found by him, just to be your companion." He had no intention of coming down at all. Instead, he smiled mischievously after hearing what I said.

"I don't have the strength to make trouble with you. The old man took the chicken feather as an arrow and let him catch it."

I pushed and pulled the stinky Ye Yichen from the flower bed. He fell to the ground on his back. Although the flower bed is not high, it should still hurt to fall to the ground. But he looked indifferent. Instead, he raised the picnic basket he brought high and protected it well.

"Do you care about me, or do you start to care a little, or do you like me a little?" Ye Yichen got up from the ground and sat on the stone steps next to me.

I pretended not to hear it, but I felt that my face was slightly red and hot. Maybe it's because the weather is too hot and I've been exposed to the sun again. Although there is a straw hat, the feeling of the scorching sun has not decreased at all. I found thousands of reasons and excuses for myself, but I just didn't want to admit that I was attracted to him.

From the moment he opened the door in Hangzhou and held me in his arms, my feelings for him really changed. I have thought more than once about whether I really like him, or I can't bear to see his fear of losing, as if I have been greatly hurt, but no one has told me.

"If you don't say anything, I will acquiesce."

Seeing that I had never spoken, he smiled and leaned my head on his shoulder and kissed my forehead hard. It's like penetrating into the skin and bone marrow through the hair curtain, which will always be engraved in my brain.

I shouldn't fall in love with him. He is dangerous and unrelievable. I clearly know that his purpose of approaching me is to avenge Situ Lei, who took away her beloved woman. He can't treat me sincerely at all. Why am I soft-hearted again and constantly looking for reasons to believe him?

I should refuse, reject, and stay away from all his goodwill to me, but when I think so, my body happily accepts his more and more frequent intimate actions.

But Situ Lei has been watching this scene on the top floor.

"How's Anren?" As if I suddenly thought of something, I suddenly pulled my head off his shoulder and asked.

"It's all right. When can you get rid of this problem of caring about others?" Ye Yichen's expression was slightly colder. He took out a sandwich from the basket he brought and handed it to me.

"Don't you think her appearance yesterday is very worrying? The way she looked at me is no longer hateful. It seems that she has something to say to me, but she has been struggling."

"She knows that you were invited to the student union by Situ Lei." What Ye Yichen said was very indifferent, and it would not remind people of what such a clean and white teenager said was false and casually deceived.

Lying does not seem to be difficult for him. Whether it is kindness or malice, it is like instinct to protect his aperture without any hesitation.

So I have never doubted the truth of his words at this moment. Perhaps a long time ago, the day I knew about his relationship with Anan, and after I knew what he had done to me behind his back, I continued to distrust him for a long time, and even reached a state of guard.

But now that kind of vigilance has been more or less reduced. Maybe as time passes, that distrust will completely disappear from my heart.

"Do you have nothing to say to me?" Ye Yichen asked.

"What do you want to hear from me?"

"Why didn't you tell me about that person asked you to go to the student union?" His expression was vaguely dark, as if he had never wanted to mention it, but I never opened my mouth to him. And now he finally knows, and he can't help it.

"Because I don't think it's necessary."

"Is it that I don't have to know, or I have no right to obstruct your decision even if I know it." His tone gradually became cold, not so confident, so inevitable.

This is also the way I am most afraid to see him, a faint sense of decline, like the leaves that will naturally fall in autumn. No one will miss it, and no one can miss its former existence after drifting.

"It's not important. Anyway, I didn't plan to go. So there is no need to increase everyone's troubles. What I said was very indifferent, so tepid, as if it were as indifferent as a simple dead text.

He has unknown thoughts in his heart, but he still smiles at me. But I don't understand whether I really love him now, or because I haven't been warm for a long time to seek the closest and most secure embrace to me.

He also seems to have been reminding himself that she can't fall in love with the girl named Xia Luolin in front of her. Her heart is cold. She can neither warm herself nor please others. Love is as heavy as Yuan Meng in her heart.

And he, Ye Yichen, can always easily rely on his face and disguised perfection to capture the girl's heart, but that's just a play. At this moment, if he is serious and pouring his feelings, he will fall deeper and deeper, and eventually he will be injured. You can't retreat completely.

But even if he wanted to put on a layer of hypocritical skin to approach me like other girls, the layer of disguised skin was suppressed by the bottom of his heart. His long-time enthusiasm gradually burned, and finally showed a more fragile heart than everyone else.

"Why are you looking at me all the time?" I asked.

"I want to see through you and your heart."

"Do you want to know me so much?"

He smiled, and this face that could move countless girls, without exception, also captured my heart. Maybe my heart has been empty for too long and no one lives there, or maybe now for me, no one can rely on except him.

"I'm afraid that if I'm too close to you, I'll get hurt again." He looked at me and somehow said what had been buried in his heart.

"In your heart, do I still have the ability to hurt people?" I laughed as I watched him say such a silly thing.

"Yes, your intentional or unintentional words and deeds will hurt me inexplicably, especially when you face him, I'm afraid that you will choose him again and ignore my existence." The more he talked, the more lonely he became, like an unfavored toy thrown aside.

"No..."

His eyes inexplicably lit up again because my words were not promising at all: "I won't let go. I will let you love without any burden or fear..."

He got up and walked to me and held me in his arms. The sandwich in his hand also fell to the ground.

"Ye Yichen..." I just wanted to push him away and say something, but he held me tighter.

"Don't let me feel a little closer to you, but I'm strangely called by this name. Is it okay to be closer?" He stroked my long black hair and whispered gently in my ear.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Call my name, don't bring your last name. Or, you can call my husband in advance." He said it in an impropritly.

"Fuck you." I got out of his arms and hammered him on the shoulder.

After making this action, I regretted it. The cold hair on my body stood upright, which reminded me of Yuan Meng's delicate and chilling appearance.

"Ye Yichen."

"Cough..."

My words were interrupted by him again.

"It's agreed, don't call it so strange." He pretended to be angry.

"Yi...chen."

"Are you stagnant? It's just two words. Is it necessary to make such a long tone in the middle?"

It can be seen that he really wrote his unhappiness on his face this time. When he is not cunning, he is like a child who has not grown up, childish, naughty and capricious...

"I'm not used to it yet."

"Okay, whatever you like."

Soon, the rumors of my relationship with Ye Yichen in the school spread around the center of the student union.

As long as Ye Yichen didn't have a class, he would come to the student union to find me, and then we ate by the flower garden of the student union like a picnic. As a sinner who was punished by the dean of the department to come here to do cleaning, he suddenly became leisurely and comfortable as if he was on vacation. Handsome food, the scenery is playful, and the variety is complete.

This sometimes charming, sometimes cute, reckless and caring man makes me more and more difficult for me to give up.

"I want to see her." The sunset lazily lengthen our shadow on the ground. Looking from afar, people can't tell whether it is sad or mild.

And I turned my head, the setting sun reflected on my face, and said to him firmly.

"Ran?

"Yes."

"Why do you want to see her? It's better for you two to have little intersection." He said coldly.

"I have something to ask in person. I don't think anyone else can give me an answer to this matter except her and Situ Lei."

"So, if I don't agree with you to see him, will you go to Situ Lei?"

"Whether you agree or disagree with this matter, I will do it."

"Then tell me what it is. If I can't help you solve it, then you can do whatever you want."

"Yes, this..."

With that, I took out of my backpack a picture of my father that fell from the garbage bag I hit at the door of the student union that day.