He didn't want to go to the couple's restaurant alone, so he chose not to eat because of his self-abuse.

When I was young, it was like this. Once I encountered something unsatisfactory, I would retaliate and think that it would be better to be miserable. , but also makes the grievance more justifiable.

Qin Mingzhu walked to the block and turned a blind eye to the dazzling shops along the road, even though he was very hungry. After turning around for a while, he found that the people on the street were all in groups, and he was alone, and he felt more and more uncomfortable, so he had to go back along the same path.

He had never tasted it, disappointed, alone, feeling abandoned by the whole world.

At this time, Qin Mingzhu was young and beautiful, and had capital. In his opinion at this time, there was no more sad time than now.

But then he learned that there are countless more painful moments in life than now.

For example, when he was curled up in the closet, praying to God to bless Yan Jiayu.

For example, when he was standing on a barren mountain, surrounded by the cries of the families of the victims.

There were also moments that weren't immediately heart-wrenching.

Like when he bowed his head, but was coldly pushed away by Sheng Yingqi.

Like when he was sitting beside the bed late at night, waiting for Sheng Yingqi, who hasn't come back and won't be back tonight.

Qin Mingzhu walked back downstairs gloomily, and before he went up the steps, he heard someone calling him.

"Pearl."

After Qin Mingzhu was stunned, she quickly turned around.

Many years later, he still remembers the scene of seeing Yan Jiayu that day.

The fairy-tale house with red roof and white walls on the opposite side is lit with colorful decorative lanterns, which were not removed before the last festival. The light also dyed the goose-yellow tree on the street corner. Yan Jiayu was under the tree, dressed in apricot sweater and jeans, without a cane in his hand, and walked steadily towards him.

When she was held in her arms, Qin Mingzhu couldn't believe her eyes. He lowered his head to take a closer look at Yan Jiayu's legs, but was kissed on the forehead first.

"Happy birthday, my pearl." Yan Jiayu gently kissed Qin Mingzhu's forehead, and the ink pearl showed a smile, "There are still 40 minutes from the minute you were born 22 years ago, you can think about it first. wish, let's eat first."

This is the first time Qin Mingzhu received the words "Happy Birthday" at 19:55 when he was born.

Every year after that, Yan Jiayu would say happy birthday to him at this time of his birthday until Yan Jiayu passed away.

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"goodbye,

Don't blame me for saying goodbye in the first sentence,

Because I really came here specially to say goodbye to you. "song "Three Thousand Years Ago"

Chapter 19

In the darkened room, Qin Mingzhu rolled over lazily on the taro-colored sheets, her thick eyelashes slowly fluttering open. He stared at the pillow pressed against his wrist for a long time before he remembered that he slept with Yan Jiayu last night.

Yan Jiayu!

He immediately sat up, didn't even remember to put on his shoes, jumped out of bed and ran out. After studying abroad, he gained a habit of wearing a pair of cotton socks to bed. It is really too cold here, and he is the most afraid of the cold.

In the extremely daytime weather, in order to create the feeling of darkness, Qin Mingzhu installed strong blackout curtains on each window. The curtains that he doesn't necessarily open when he gets up usually have been opened except for his bedroom.

He turned around every place in the house, and finally found Yan Jiayu in the kitchen.

Yan Jiayu is cooking in a newly bought apron, and the clothes on her body are the clothes she bought when she lived here last year. He was slightly lowering his head to process the ingredients, when he heard the movement, he turned his head and smiled softly at Qin Mingzhu who was standing at the door, "Are you full?"

Qin Mingzhu hummed, walked over slowly, and hugged Yan Jiayu's waist from the side, "When I just woke up, I thought I was dreaming."

Yan Jiayu was about to say something when she saw the person who had just woken up gently rubbing his shoulder with his face, his face was puffy, and if he looked carefully, he could still see fine fluff.

After rubbing, Qin Mingzhu suddenly left the kitchen, came back a few minutes later, and continued to hug Yan Jiayu's thin waist, "I still feel like I'm dreaming, so unreal."

Not only because of Yan Jiayu's appearance, but also because of Yan Jiayu's legs.

Before going to bed last night, he touched Yan Jiayu's leg for a long time.

Yan Jiayu told him that he had undergone surgery and recovered after surgery this year, and now his legs can walk like a normal person without limping and without the aid of a cane.

Although Yan Jiayu finished talking about it in a few words, Qin Mingzhu knew that it would not be easy, or it wouldn't take a year to see him, so he couldn't help crying in each other's arms last night.

Qin Mingzhu said as he touched a small cucumber on the chopping board and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Have you brushed your teeth and washed your face?" Yan Jiayu looked down at him.

Qin Mingzhu puffed out her cheeks and finished eating the cucumber, "I didn't wash my face but brushed my teeth."

He had just been eyeing the green cucumber, so he went to brush his teeth and came back. In order to prove what he said, he opened his mouth and asked Yan Jiayu to check, "Look, I brush-"

The kiss fell suddenly.

It was too unpredictable, Qin Mingzhu shrank subconsciously, as if facing an animal much stronger than himself, but the other party was extremely gentle. So he relaxed again in the comfort, and even took the initiative to entangle Yan Jiayu's tongue.

With a light touch, he shyly backed away.

In fact, he really likes kissing, but he is embarrassed to tell Yan Jiayu.

Every time Yan Jiayu kissed him, his hands and feet would go weak later, and this time was no exception.

After the kiss, Yan Jiayu pulled the tissue and gently wiped Qin Mingzhu's lips.

"Didn't you say before that you always wanted to go to the Mikrosila Islands? The ticket I bought was at 2:30 this afternoon. After we had breakfast, we counted the time to the airport. At noon, we will have a meal at the airport, and the rest Enough time for a morning bath. If you don’t want to eat airport food, I’ll make a bento and warm it up at the airport.”