He was still reluctant to hit her.
When sober, reluctant.
Drunk, bold, still reluctant.
"Fuck off, don't let me see you again" He pushed Mu Jinjin to the ground without pity, turned around and strode out of the bathroom.
"Smack" When Mu Jinjin woke up from his fear, he heard the sound of the bathroom door being slammed shut.
She shuddered and turned her head in the direction of the door, and found that he had left, and the white door still had a slight tremor from his exertion.
Mu Jinjin looked back at his knees, hugged his knees, and couldn't help crying.
It was dark outside, and no one knew what she was crying about or why.
Mu Jinjin was standing in front of the desk desk in the bedroom, holding a classical microphone next to his ear, and the expression on his small face became paler and paler as time passed.
"Miss Rist, I have checked for you, and two years ago on Valentine's Day on February 14, someone did look for you in the school, and it was a young gentleman.
The gentleman said it was your friend who had come to talk to you about something.
I let him in without asking too much, why did you suddenly ask what happened here?"
"Bang dang."
The phone in Mu Jinjin's hand fell unsteadily on the desktop, and the security guard on the other side of the phone was busy asking.
"Miss Rist, what's wrong with you, did something happen and do you need my help?"
Mu Jinjin came to his senses when he heard the voice of the security guard, and hurriedly picked up the phone that fell on the desktop and put it next to his ear, shook his head and said.
"I'm fine, I just slipped my hand and accidentally dropped the phone, I'm sorry."
"Oh, that's the case, then you have to be careful, miss."
"Well, I see."
"Miss, do you have anything else?"
"There's nothing to do, I'll hang up first, I'll contact you if I have something."
"Alright then, Miss wishes you a nice afternoon."
"Happy afternoon, goodbye."
"Goodbye, Miss Rist."
Mu Jinjin put the microphone in his hand back on the landline phone, and then the whole person fell weakly on the sofa behind him.
She looked at the tightly closed door of the bedroom, and her heart was full of mixed emotions, like the weather in spring, sunny and rainy, entangled.
Her big eyes were sometimes full of tears, and her pink lips were sometimes hooked into a pale smile.
It turned out that he had come to look for her.
It turned out that he was not so ruthless, and he ignored her for three whole years.
It turned out that he loved her as much as she loved him.
It's just because she mistakenly thinks that she loves other men, so he will hurt her and torture her over and over again.
Oh, God She leaned over the telephone table, crying like an irrational fool.
She never knew.
She never knew he loved her.
She always thought that it was her own wishful thinking from beginning to end.
I've always thought so.
She swears.
It's always been like this Tick, tick.
Time ticks and dissipates with the sliding of the clock.
At sunset, she raised her head, looked at the sky red by the slanting sun outside the floor-to-ceiling glass window, and swore in her heart, her big eyes full of determination.
She's going to find him.
She was going to tell him that she loved him too I've always only loved him oshow7 t1706231537: