MTL - Back To the Past To Fall In Love-Chapter 133

After Xu Ziran got home, he took a shower first.

After taking a shower, Qiu Yurou had already prepared dinner. Xu Ziran looked at the vegetable porridge on the table and tried her best to hold back her painful expression.

But there was still a hint of it, Qiu Yurou saw it, and the other party said with a good temper: "If you have a bad stomach, let's eat something light tonight."

Xu Ziran looked at the porridge on the table, and went to the kitchen to lift the lid of the pot. After finding that there were no other dishes, he said, "Then what do you have for dinner?"

Qiu Yurou smiled gently: "I ordered pizza."

Xu Ziran: "..." Although, although it would be very reluctant for Qiu Yurou to eat something that can fade away like a bird, when he learned that the other party was not going to eat with him, what was this delicate feeling? …

Qiu Yurou pulled Xu Ziran to sit at the edge of the dining table. Seeing Xu Ziran's gloomy expression, she smiled and said, "What? Don't you like my cooking?"

Xu Ziran hurriedly shook his head, scooped a spoonful with a spoon, blew it, and ate it.

Although it was vegetable porridge, she obviously put a lot of thought into it. The rice was soft and glutinous, melted in your mouth, and the saltiness was suitable. Xu Ziran's disappointment was quickly dispelled. burp.

After she was completely full, Qiu Yurou hurried her and told her to go back to her room to rest before the takeaway pizza arrived.

This is also in Xu Ziran's arms, and she really wants to lie in bed and "have a big dream".

She was pushed into the bedroom by Qiu Yurou, and when she sat on the edge of the bed and was about to lie down, she looked up and saw Qiu Yurou with a soft smile under the warm yellow light, and couldn't help thinking of "Qiu Yurou" in her dream.

They obviously have the same face, but they can distinguish even blind people, they are different people.

At certain moments—during the period of time when she was drifting like a spirit behind her back, Xu Ziran often wanted to hug the "Qiu Yurou" in her dream. She could clearly perceive the difference between her feelings for the other person and the Qiu Yurou in front of her. , but whenever he thinks that they are "the same person", Xu Ziran's heart can't help but tighten.

What's more, when he is alone, Xu Ziran always thinks uncontrollably, which world really belongs to him?

Xu Ziran doesn't think he is an emotional person, but whoever encounters this kind of thing will probably think about the meaning of life like a philosopher?

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, a butterfly dreamed of Zhuang Zhou, was it the butterfly who dreamed of Zhuang Zhou, or was it Zhuang Zhou who dreamed of the butterfly—

- What if it's just a dream right now?

Xu Ziran didn't dare to think.

She just hugged Qiu Yurou uncontrollably at this moment, and then threw him down on the bed.

"Don't leave me," she murmured.

Qiu Yurou's expression was startled, although she didn't know why the other party was suddenly so vulnerable, she immediately stretched out her hand to wrap her arms around the other party and patted Xu Ziran's back.

"I won't." Qiu Yurou's voice was much firmer than before, because she was definitely much firmer than Xu Ziran on this matter.

She was even frustrated that Xu Ziran would say such a thing, because she thought she had acted firm enough to make Xu Ziran fully trust her and feel safe.

Have you been doing something wrong recently? She thought so.

And the next second, she heard Xu Ziran muttering in a low voice, "I don't want to leave you either."

She froze in her heart, thinking to herself, is there something that will make Xu Ziran feel that she is leaving her?

Qiu Yurou pondered for a while, and found that there are too many such things.

In addition to the current predicament, the obstacles between them are their parents, their own inexplicable schizophrenia, and perhaps - this society...

These are all things Qiu Yurou is powerless to do. She can change herself, but not others.

So she had to hug Xu Ziran tighter and said, "I won't let you leave me."

-Since those things are difficult to change, there is no need to change them at all. She will try her best to grab what she wants, since she clearly already has it, the best life she can imagine.

The body in his arms was soft and warm, and Qiu Yurou felt the other person's head pressed tightly against his neck, and the hot and humid breath was sprayed right on the collarbone.

Qiu Yurou hugged Xu Ziran, kissed the other party's hair lightly, and patted the other party's back lightly until the other party's breathing gradually calmed down.

She stood up slowly and saw that Xu Ziran closed her eyes and fell asleep.

There was a smile on the corner of the other party's mouth in his sleep, probably doing a good dream...

…

Is it a good dream?

actually not.

Xu Ziran just saw that he was acting silly in high school and thought it was funny.

In the dream, it was obvious that in the high school days of my previous life, I was calling friends and talking about going out on weekends and weekends. I was surrounded by people and was the center of everyone's attention.

"Brother, where are you going?"

Xu Ziran remembered that he had a nickname at that time and was called "Big Brother".

What a strange high school student at that time, it seems that if the relationship is good, they have to climb up with a relative.

Looking at myself at that time now is undoubtedly stupid and naive. Xu Ziran doesn't want to watch it, but other than himself, other scenes are forbidden or blurred. Obviously, the center of this memory is "Xu Ziran".

And the person who made this memory is "Qiu Yurou" sitting in the corner.

Qiu Yurou's place was taken by Tian Jiaqi, so she sat in Tian Jiaqi's place and glanced at Xu Ziran from time to time.

Xu Ziran never realized that at that time, Qiu Yurou in high school was so concerned about herself.

Qiu Yurou lowered her head and seemed to be doing a question, but when Xu Ziran looked at the scratch paper in the other's hand, she realized that she was tracing the outline of someone on the paper.

That person had a small face and delicate eyes, and even though he only made a few strokes, he could see a look full of vitality, and he looked a bit like—or clearly—Xu Ziran.

Xu Ziran looked at Qiu Yurou's movements with a little surprise. She didn't know that Qiu Yurou could still draw and draw so well, so to draw the charm with just a few strokes, she obviously had the foundation and talent.

Xu Ziran was about to take a closer look, but the teacher suddenly walked in and scolded everyone to prepare for class.

The people surrounding "Xu Ziran" dispersed in a rush, and Qiu Yurou hurriedly packed up the things on the table and returned to her place.

Xu Ziran still stayed where she was, because she found that Qiu Yurou had left a piece of paper on the table in her hurry.

On that piece of paper was written a little poem—

I know that love,

It is an unopened flower in spring.

open only in my heart,

However, however.

Xu Ziran read it word by word, feeling a little dazed inside.

Tian Jiaqi returned to her seat and saw this poem, so she shouted, "Qiu Yurou, you left a piece of scratch paper with me."

She picked it up and said, "What is this written about? Whose poem is it?"

Qiu Yurou's cheeks blushed, and hurriedly ran over to grab it.

Tian Jiaqi read it out: "I know that love is a flower that has not yet bloomed in the spring, so it only blooms in my heart, but...but? But shouldn't it be followed by a sentence?"

Qiu Yurou looked at Tian Jiaqi with red eyes and said, "Give it back to me?"

Tian Jiaqi said, "You didn't write this, did you?"

Qiu Yurou only looked at Tian Jiaqi.

Tian Jiaqi felt anxious when she saw it, so she threw the paper to Qiu Yurou and said angrily, "Why, like I bullied you."

Qiu Yurou silently took the paper and returned to her seat with a blank expression.

Tian Jiaqi muttered behind her back: "Yin qi is heavy."

Xu Ziran thought, "Yes, that's right, it really wasn't that there was something wrong with his memory. Qiu Yurou, who was in high school in his last life, was different from this life. The other party really didn't like to talk, and there was no expression on his face. To put it bluntly, it was a little bit. gloomy.

Xu Ziran already knew the reason why the other party would do this, and it was inevitable that he felt a little distressed and sighed in his heart.

Qiu Yurou sat back in her seat.

"Xu Ziran" on the side suddenly looked over.

The other party was not upset because Qiu Yurou's own best friend had a conflict, but instead said with a hearty smile: "Is it a haiku?"

Qiu Yurou took a breath and clenched her fists.

"Xu Ziran" smugly said: "It looks like a haiku in the format - is this a secret love you wrote? Who do you have a crush on?"

Tightly as a bystander of memories, at this moment, Xu Ziran seemed to feel the violently beating heart of "Qiu Yurou" and the surging emotions whistling.

- She saw it.

- Sure enough, only she saw it.

- But I can't tell her.

- I'll never be able to tell her.

Thrilling and helplessness intertwined into bitterness, spreading down from the tongue coating, turning into a hard cocoon lying across the throat, unable to reveal or show.

Qiu Yurou swallowed and said, "No, just write it casually."

His expression was cold and indifferent.

Xu Ziran looked at her and said, "It's a big deal to have someone you like. You should smile more, and the person you like will definitely like it."

Qiu Yurou blurted out, "It's none of your business."

Xu Ziran let out an "oh", and returned to her seat, lying on the table and stopped talking to Qiu Yurou.

For a moment, Qiu Yurou showed a look of regret.

However, this look was fleeting, and soon turned into a calm calm without any fluctuations.

The days are still the same.

Xu Ziran has never understood as much now that Qiu Yurou has been paying attention to herself.

She pays attention to herself, but never shows it. Later, she becomes more and more flawless, but when no one finds out, she will still show a slightly warm gaze, like liberating a little pressure that belongs to her. .

- Maybe not too small.

In the dead of night, Xu Ziran watched Qiu Yurou in a daze in his room, suddenly remembered something, and began to practice smiling in front of the mirror.

She practiced over and over again, and in the end, she became more and more perfect—like that future "Qiu Yurou".

So, are those smiles, words, and actions all through practice?

Xu Ziran was in a complicated mood.

She felt distressed, but suddenly and clearly felt that the Qiu Yurou after her rebirth had become a completely different person from the original her.

The picture finally faded away, and after it was pitch black, Xu Ziran opened his eyes and came to a familiar place.

Not the home - but the punishment space.