If love can be booked

Chapter 191 Zhao Qinglin and Qiu Ruozhen are silent - 2

The distance between them was always an unbridgeable gap, regardless of time or them. She thought that she could not enter his heart because of the past. The past experiences were like an indestructible wall, blocking her out.

Qinglin, I just want you to care about me a little more, just want to be with you, even if it's just one more minute, I'll be grateful. Your indifference, your indifference, are all wounds that are difficult to heal. I'm afraid that you'll be unhappy, afraid that I'll make you worry, afraid that there won't be the ending we want between us, afraid that we can't be together.

I love you, I love you so much, I'm afraid I can't have you.

Rushing to the hotels, factories, workshops, offices where the clients were... I was busy until six o'clock in the afternoon, sending the clients to the train station, and then returning home, lying in bed and refusing to move.

Work has never been a problem for her.

Love, the feelings between him and her, is exhausting but at a loss.

It has been so hard along the way, and every step feels like walking on the edge of a knife.

I love him all the way, regardless of whether we can be together in the future. Can a glass of red wine make me stop thinking about him? Can I stop thinking about him?

If one day in the future there is no trace of him in her world anymore, it is definitely not because she doesn't love him anymore, but because loving you is too tiring and I want to take a break.

Time always rushes by and never stops for anyone.

Wash up...

Ding ding ding… WeChat is flashing… His…

"Zhenzhen, are you back?" These few simple words seemed to contain thousands of words. Recalling the unpleasantness between the two, he couldn't help but worry that she would be sad again. He still remembered the scene when she cried, and the crystal tears in the corners of her eyes are still deeply imprinted in his heart. If he counted carefully, this seemed to be the second time he saw her cry...

After a long silence, he finally typed out two words in reply: "Yeah, I'm back." The quiet night and the uneasy thoughts were all caused by "you".

"Have you eaten?" He asked softly, revealing a hint of concern in his words, not even letting her eat properly...

"I've eaten." He cared about whether she had eaten or not, and she knew it.

"What did you eat?" There was probably one more charge on his list, that he deliberately didn't let her eat. He just didn't want to eat those Western food, and it was always Western food.

"I eat noodles." It was a small shop, a little out of the way, but the noodles they made tasted very authentic. Whenever she felt tired or in a bad mood, she would choose to eat a bowl of hot noodles there.

"Okay." He responded, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "I also had noodles today." After saying this, the two fell into a brief silence.

The focus of their conversation was whether they had eaten and what they had eaten. At that time, the focus of their discussion was whether it was rainy or hot, or cold or hot.

They always float on the surface...

Just like now, she was silent, and she would be silent too. Is there only silence between them?

With a cold expression and an impatient tone, he asked her what she wanted him to do. Just imagine, what could she want him to do? She was so simple-minded, she just wanted to be with him. How could it be so out of reach...

"What are you doing?" Another long silence...

"Take a walk..." Find a suitable topic to lead to their dispute today.

"walk?"

"Don't you like it?" Some things need to be explained...

“……”Is this something she likes or not?

"Are you talking about us today?" I didn't react for a moment...

"What do you think?" I don't believe she forgot it in an instant.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore." I don't want to mention it, nor do I want to explain...

"No, you won't be able to sleep if I don't tell you." He said seriously. If I don't explain it to her, she will definitely have wild thoughts with her sensitive mind. After all, it's not the first day I met her. After such a long time together, I have a certain degree of understanding of her temperament and way of thinking.

"You know me so well?" She asked back in surprise. This sentence was still very reliable. She did think a lot. To be exact, she had already thought a lot, but he didn't know it.

"A little bit." He replied with a smile, thinking to himself: How could I not know her? We've been through so many things together, how could I not know anything about her?

"I've known you for so long." Warm...

"That's hypocritical," he deliberately said jokingly. But in fact, he silently told himself in his heart that he must try to understand her more deeply, using every minute and every second of his life. Although he himself is relatively introverted and not good at talking, it does not mean that he has never treated this relationship with his heart.

"I'm not angry, I'm just afraid that you will suddenly remain silent." She sighed softly and continued, "Once you become silent, I don't know what to say to you next." The air around them seemed to become cold because of the stalemate between the two.

"Then when I was silent, weren't you silent too?" Why were they so obsessed with the issue of silence? Shouldn't she be taking him to the same place over and over again?

"You're silent, what else can I say?" In fact, what she feared most was that she would have nothing to say to him. It felt as if the whole world had lost its color.

"Okay, I understand." There was a hint of grievance in his words. It wasn't as if he was keeping silent on purpose.

"Then you mustn't remain silent next time." When did you start to believe in promises?

"Okay." Maybe it's my personality?

"Then you should go to bed early." I didn't want to talk, I just wanted to be alone and stare blankly.

"Okay." He was so considerate. Sometimes arguing was a very tiring thing.

"Good night." I'm used to saying good night to you...

"Good night." Suddenly I regretted saying good night. I still miss you very much. Zhao Qinglin, do you know?

When I miss you, I can look at the little bear next to me and hug you tightly so that I won't feel cold. Every time I say I miss you, you always say I am hypocritical. In fact, I really miss you, I miss you very much. You don't know, I won't blame you...

Maybe, many years later, looking back, you will find that there was a woman who loved you so much. If we don't have an ideal ending, I think I might cry.

I'm so tired. Suddenly I feel so tired of loving you. Who would be willing to let go?

Close your eyes, thinking the tears won't fall...

Why deceive yourself like this?

Love is hard...

Zhao Qinglin, will you fall in love with me one day in the future?

Will you fall in love with me?