Chapter 87

Yu Yifeng's voice fell, but Mu Qing did not answer immediately.

He stared at Yu Yifeng silently for a while, and when the other party began to fidget, he gently hooked the corner of his lips: "Do you want to know this?"

"Well." The person who was named responded to him immediately, with earnest eyes.

Mu Qing's expression remained indifferent: "You asked me this question, do you want to settle accounts after the autumn?"

"No, of course not!" Yu Yifeng realized later that his question seemed a bit wrong, and immediately remedied, "I just want you to know that no matter what the real you is, for me, It's the deadliest attraction."

He slowed down his speech and seriously confessed his intentions: "Whether it's you in normal times or you in the bar, it makes me dream. I like you, so I like everything about you, I—"

"Yu Yifeng." Mu Qing suddenly interrupted him, "I have heard similar words last time, so there is no need to repeat them."

There was no special ups and downs in his voice, and the expression on his face was still calm, and the eyes that were looking at him against the light had no waves, like a windless sea.

But such calmness fell into Yu Yifeng's eyes, but it made him panic. He subconsciously got up from the chair and wanted to get closer to the person in front of him, but Mu Qing took a step back in time and kept a distance of one meter away from him.

"The last time I was in the cake shop, I didn't say it directly enough, which made you have the illusion that you can continue with me; or I didn't tell my colleagues not to accept what you gave, which further deepened your illusion. already?"

Mu Qing looked at the person standing opposite him, the curvature of the corners of his lips was more obvious than before, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Why are you so confident? Confidence, as long as you chase me with the same routine, I will agree. You will fall into the same mud again. Yu Yifeng, I'm not that stupid, so - can you stop being so naive?"

His tone was not intense, but it fell into Yu Yifeng's ears, but it was colder than the cold wind with flying snow outside the window: "It's hard to round a broken mirror, and it's hard to take back the water, and if you can't go back, you can't go back. Recognize the reality, go back to China to accompany your grandmother, and then find a more suitable person-"

"There is no more suitable person." Yu Yifeng looked at him with an almost indifferent expression, and the grief in his heart almost overflowed, "There is no more suitable person."

only you.

The perseverance in Yu Yifeng's eyes was startling, but Mu Qing didn't react, and even laughed lightly: "Really? But this is your business, and it has nothing to do with me now."

The snow outside the window was getting bigger and bigger, Mu Qing took a look at the weather, and didn't intend to continue spending time with Yu Yifeng here, so he simply bypassed Yu Yifeng and walked outside.

Yu Yifeng was silent for a moment, but finally chose to catch up. The bright fluorescent lights reflected the two figures on the floor. The light and shadow interlaced, the shadow gradually elongated, but the distance was getting farther and farther, until the moment of disappearance, they did not meet.

The moment he walked out of the library, the cold wind from the Arctic Ocean roared, and the warmth accumulated in the library disappeared, and it was winter in the blink of an eye.

Mu Qing couldn't bear the cold, and shivered involuntarily. The next moment, a scarf with body temperature appeared in front of him.

Yu Yifeng cautiously kept the distance from Mu Qing, and looked away, but the hand holding the scarf did not flinch: "It's too cold now, your clothes are too thin, wrap it up. If you don't want to If you see it again, just throw it away at home.”

Mu Qing glanced at the familiar scarf in front of him, and said lightly, "If I remember correctly, this scarf seems to be mine once?"

Yu Yifeng looked back and was stunned: this is the scarf that Mu Qing helped him put on when he chased after Chaohai University this spring. Now the scarf is still in his hands, but the person in front of him refuses to even approach him, let alone pick it up again—

His hands were suddenly empty.

Yu Yifeng raised his eyes in astonishment, and before he could react, a cold touch suddenly came from his hand.

It was Mu Qing who held his hand.

Yu Yifeng followed Mu Qing to the sheltered bench as if he was sleepwalking. Seeing his sweetheart who had just rejected everyone approaching with a scarf, he carefully wrapped the light gray fabric around his neck, and lowered his eyebrows. His expression was gentle, like a scene in a dream.

A huge surprise rose from Yu Yifeng's heart with disbelief. He tentatively grabbed Mu Qing's hand and dropped a light kiss on his slightly cold fingertips.

Mu Qing did not refuse, and even smiled at him, then stretched out his hand to support his shoulder, and gently leaned in front of him.

The breaths are intertwined, the eyes are facing each other, and the ambiguous atmosphere is the same as before. It's just that Yu Yifeng used to be a thief but not a thief, but now...

He embraced Mu Qing's waist without hesitation, leaned over and kissed it.

The lips that blew in the cold wind were cold, but after getting close, they were easily ignited by another person. Yu Yifeng kissed eagerly and deeply, and drove straight in with the meaning of confirmation. Mu Qing did not resist, and even opened his lips actively, allowing him to further deepen the kiss, but his hands were not idle.

Mu Qing withdrew the hand that was on Yu Yifeng's shoulder, and simply unbuttoned his chest, then tugged at Yu Yifeng's sleeve, pulled his hand tightly behind him, and reached into the warm Under the jacket, through the thin fleece shirt, it was attached to his chest.

Yu Yifeng thought this was a signal of his closeness, and subconsciously wanted to go to other places, but Mu Qing held his hand and made him stop firmly in front of his chest.

The cold palm was quickly warmed by Mu Qing's body, Yu Yifeng still didn't know why, but it didn't take long, he suddenly realized what he was touching.

It was the sound of Mu Qing's heartbeat coming through his chest.

The voice was stable and powerful, and it did not speed up slightly because of his closeness, nor did it slow down because he raised his head and stared at the other party.

Mu Qing let Yu Yifeng put a hand around his waist, reached out to wipe the water stains from his lips, looked at him and smiled: "Do you understand?"

Even if I could be close to you like I used to, I could tie a scarf for you, I could accept your kisses and your closeness, and my body remembers you, but I won't be moved for you any more.

The guardrails on three sides of the bench blocked the cold wind blowing from behind. Yu Yifeng's hand was still close to Mu Qing's chest, but his mood became a little colder.

The gentle smile that was mistaken for accepting him just now was still hanging on Mu Qing's face, Yu Yifeng approached him in a desperate mood, and kissed him again, but the heartbeat in his palm remained the same.

He tried and tried again, until he was pushed away gently but firmly by Mu Qing, and finally realized the fact clearly: Mu Qing really didn't care about him anymore.

The severe cold of St. Petersburg finally invaded Yu Yifeng's heart at this moment, and the cold wind roared and passed through his empty heart, leaving only the piercing pain and the biting cold.

Mu Qing took his hand out of his jacket and fastened the buttons again. His lips were still wet, and the faint traces of water looked very attractive under the light, but the expression on his face had returned to calm: "If you understand, don't come to me again."

He turned to leave, but Yu Yifeng suddenly stretched out his hand and stubbornly took Mu Qing back into his arms: "Please, give me another chance, I have changed everything, I won't ask you, please ........"

The sound of shattering sounded in Mu Qing's ears. He looked at the snowflakes falling from the dim street lamps, quickly blinked away the excess moisture from the corners of his eyes, and then pushed Yu Yifeng away again with a slight force.

"Forget me, just like I forgot you." He reached out and touched the snowflakes stained on Yu Yifeng's temples, letting the cold spot melt at his fingertips, "This year is almost over, Yu Yifeng, You should wake up from your dream."