Chapter 285
I am your last problem
Chapter 285 I am your last problem
Compared to the bustle on the school playground, the pedestrian street outside Lincheng University seems a bit deserted.
Sunlight shines on the ground through the gaps between high-rise buildings, casting slender silhouettes. The withered yellow leaves swirl back and forth against the ground, making a rustling sound, like homeless hesitant travelers who don't know where to go.
Click.
A big foot wearing leather shoes fell, and the fallen leaves on the ground were trampled to pieces. The middle-aged man in suits and leather shoes seemed to be always in a hurry, with a tired look on his face. The briefcase in his arms seemed to be extremely heavy, weighing him down and unable to straighten up. .
"The joys and sorrows of people are really not the same..."
Han Zhou sighed in his heart. At first glance, this uncle looked like a social worker who had to work overtime even on weekends. Looking at the irreversible hairline on the top of his head, he became more determined to never work part-time in his life.
"You seemed to have made a very firm decision just now."
The faint fragrance of hair entered her nose, and the girl wearing a mask and cap beside her said thoughtfully, "...Are you planning to make a grand confession to me while there is no one around?"
Han Zhou was used to being easily penetrated by Noila Mo Yixia, so he said helplessly: "How can there be any grandeur when there is no one around?"
"Confession itself is a very grand thing, isn't it?"
"Even if no one witnesses it?"
"Even if no one witnesses it."
After a pause, Noila Mo continued, "But after all, no one has ever confessed to me normally, so I am still looking forward to...a grand confession."
Although he didn't quite understand what "normal confession" meant, Han Zhou still reacted: "Are you hinting at me?"
"No." The girl shook her head seriously, "It's a clear indication."
"Then you have to give me more time to prepare."
The air seemed to suddenly become quiet for two seconds.
Noila Mo showed a rare expression of surprise, and looked at the person next to her who did not dare to look at her in surprise: "Do you mean you have already thought about confessing to me?"
"Isn't that natural?"
Han Zhou looked slightly embarrassed, not only because he was a little embarrassed to express his feelings directly, but also because the girl in front of him knew very well that the confession he was preparing was for two people.
Nothing can wait too long, and the same is true for feelings. Just like these fallen leaves on the ground, if spring does not come, sooner or later they will be crushed under the feet of passers-by walking back and forth on the road.
"It's so rare. I thought you would change the subject again or avoid it."
Noila Mo quickly put away her surprise and rolled up the hair scattered around her ears, "Although I know that nothing in this world is taken for granted, I still feel happy... Is this the charm of rhetoric? ?”
She placed her palms on her chest, feeling her throbbing heartbeat.
"This is not rhetoric." Han Zhou corrected helplessly.
Noila Mo tilted her head pretending to be confused and tapped her forehead with her slender white fingers: "Then why do you say that confessing to me is a matter of course?"
"You obviously know the answer." Han Zhou sighed.
"Yes, it is obviously something that most people are well aware of. There is only a layer of window paper between each other, but the establishment of a relationship between people always requires verbal recognition. Why can't we just skip it? What are the steps to pierce the window paper?"
Isn’t your word “pierce” too strong...
Han Zhou complained in his heart and was about to speak when the girl suddenly looked at him and suddenly realized, "I understand, it is to prevent some people from liking several girls at the same time and being liked by several girls at the same time, right?"
You might as well just replace "certain people" with my name...
Han Zhou looked embarrassed, knowing very well that this issue could no longer be avoided. Noila Mo's long-standing tolerance did not mean that the other party didn't mind. He could not ignore the other party's feelings again and again. Even if he pointed out everything, it would be better than continuing to escape. .
"sorry."
He thought for a long time and found that this was the only thing he could say.
"You want to say that you know you are wrong, but you still continue to do it, right?" Noila Mo glanced at him, her tone was normal, and her emotions could not be heard.
After a moment of silence, Han Zhou smiled bitterly and said, "You know, I can't lose Guzheng, and I can't lose you either."
"I don't know." Noila Mo didn't want to pay attention to him, "You'd better not always think that I am so powerful."
"So am I not telling you personally?" Han Zhou spoke cautiously, for fear of making the other party unhappy.
Even though she may have been upset.
Seeing that the other party was still silent, he took a deep breath: "I don't want to quibble. Just like you said, I am indeed a very greedy person, and I am also the insatiable kind, so I will never allow me to see important things." The ending of people leaving me, for this I will use all means, even if..."
"Even what?" Noila Mo glanced at him.
"I don't know either..." Han Zhou shook his head hesitantly, "I originally wanted to hold your thigh and beg you, but I know this will definitely be useless to you."
Noila Mo sighed: "How will you know if you don't try?"
"Please?"
"No, hold my thigh."
Han Zhou: "..."
He looked helpless, but he was secretly relieved. Mo Yixia was still in the mood to joke, which meant that she was not really angry.
The two were silent for a moment, and Noila Mo suddenly said: "You can obviously make a request to me that I can't refuse, why don't you use this request to make me agree to your harem dream?"
"How could I force you to agree?" Han Zhou said angrily, "And didn't you use the conditions I owe you to force me to only choose to be with you?"
During the time they spent together during the summer vacation, he and Noila Mo owed each other a request, but he never thought of using this request, especially after he found out that he fell in love with Noila Mo.
If possible, he wanted to leave this request until the end.
Of course, another reason why he left this request was to guard against any undue demands that Mo Yixia might make.
Mo Yixia glanced at him and said confidently: "That's because I am confident about this matter. You will eventually choose me. It is not worthwhile to use your request here."
"Then you are indeed very confident..."
Han Zhou really didn't know what kind of expression to show, because his thoughts were equally firm, which meant that Noila Mo's confidence would inevitably be dashed.
"Confidence is an advantage, isn't it?" Noila Mo said.
"I didn't say it was a shortcoming either."
"But the look in your eyes tells me that if I am too confident now, I will definitely be disappointed in the future."
"..."
Seeing that Han Zhou did not deny it, Noila Mo looked up at the fallen leaves floating in the wind and said calmly: "I always think that disappointment comes from expectations. If you don't expect, there will be no disappointment. In that case, you will be worried It’s also true.”
Han Zhou didn't know how to answer.
Mo Yixia expects all of his love, while he expects all of his love. There is an irreconcilable contradiction between the two, and his expectations are destined to become Mo Yixia's disappointment.
However, Noila Mo also has a weakness that is not a weakness, that is, she never imposes expectations on others.
He won't act coquettishly, won't force him, and won't beg. It's clear that just saying "The only one I can hope for in return is you" can make a scumbag feel extremely guilty, and even cause him to be strongly shaken by it, but She never thought of doing this.
"Since he still likes other girls, then I will find a way to make him like me more, and make myself like him more, until he loves me far more than he loves other girls, so that he will always choose me in the end. Bar?"
Give a more passionate love in exchange for a deeper like, until you can no longer live without it——
Han Zhou thought many times that maybe this was what Mo Yixia meant by "creating an avalanche".
What she wants is not to open the Shura field again and again to force him to make a choice, but to return to the way we got along with each other at the beginning of our acquaintance, exchanging likes for likes. If I like you more, then you like me. It should also be one more point.
If every falling snowflake represents a new level of love, then the old snow mountain will eventually be covered with new snow. If you try to create turmoil, it will gradually melt and collapse, and the new falling snowflakes will condense into new ones. The snow-capped mountains become more solid and taller among the snowflakes that never stop falling, until a heart is completely filled.
The new snow mountain will never collapse because the snowflakes used to build it will keep falling.
"Then like me more, to the point where you become obsessed with me, rely on me, can't live without me anymore, and will never like anyone else again."
To be honest, it's a very childish idea.
It was so naive that it was simply not something someone like Noila Mo could come up with, but she still did it.
Han Zhou didn't know if his guess was correct, but if it was true, his guilt for this girl would only become deeper.
After all, the other party never forced him to do anything, but he had to force the other party to satisfy his shameless expectations and wishes and share the person he liked with another girl.
"Mr. scumbag, can you tell me what you are thinking about?"
His heart seemed to be held, and when his mind was filled with complicated thoughts, Noila Mo's cold voice suddenly sounded in his ears. He didn't feel much before, and it wasn't until this moment that Han Zhou realized that Noila Mo's tone today was obviously gentler than before. Even when she said "Mr. Scumbag", her tone was more ridiculing than angry.
The other party has been deliberately taking care of his emotions from the beginning.
Even if the person being cared for is thinking about how to do something to make him feel sorry for himself.
Han Zhou opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. Thousands of words turned into a heavy "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry..." Noila Mo made a listening gesture, "Like where?"
"A lot of places, sorry."
"That's it..."
Noila Mo cast her gaze into the distance and did not pursue the topic. Instead, she asked, "Did you just say in your heart that I was naive?"
Han Zhou was stunned for a moment, perhaps because he was so surprised that his depressed mood was reduced a bit: "You can't really read minds, can you?"
Noila Mo rolled her eyes at him and sighed: "If that were really the case, I wouldn't have fallen in love with you in the first place."
"Then how did you see it..."
Noila Mo didn't answer and asked instead: "Have you guessed what I meant by what I said on the snow mountain before?"
"……Um."
"Since you guessed it, it's not surprising that you think I'm naive."
Noila Mo seemed to smile, "To be honest, sometimes I feel naive."
The autumn wind suddenly picked up, blowing up the girl's waist-length hair, her skirt fluttering, and large tracts of fallen leaves flying, but miraculously none of them fell on her.
"In fact, until now, I still don't understand what kind of emotion 'like' is, but I am sure that I like you. It is really incomprehensible... If the college entrance examination requires a definition of like, then I will definitely not be able to obtain it. Good results."
Han Zhou was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, you won't take this exam in the college entrance examination."
"But I still want to learn." Noila Mo turned to look at him, "Just before the college entrance examination."
"Then I can't teach you..."
"Did I say I would learn from you?" She said calmly.
Han Zhou's expression changed.
Seeing his nervous and dull expression, the girl smiled as if she had succeeded in teasing him, "I lied to you."
The wind stopped at some point. She pulled up the hair scattered around her ears and spoke softly.
"Of course it's you, and it can only be you."
Han Zhou was about to speak when he saw Noila Mo suddenly rubbing her hands in a pretentious manner and sighing in a distressed tone: "It's so cold. If I had known, I would have put on more clothes and come out."
As he spoke, he looked down at the nails on his right hand in a daze.
Han Zhoufu was so deep in his heart that he had never felt that his mind was so flexible before. He immediately grasped the left hand that the other party had just lowered.
It feels delicate, smooth, and slightly cool.
"Is it still cold?"
"Cold." Noila Mo immediately stopped looking at her nails.
"Then let me give you my coat?"
"No, I'm wearing a dress. Just put my hands into your pants."
"Pants pocket?"
"No, crotch."
Han Zhou: "..."
He held the girl's hand and stuffed it into his coat pocket.
The two of them didn't speak anymore and walked on the deserted street without saying a word.
On weekend afternoons, both cafes and milk tea shops are full of people. Through the transparent glass doors and windows, you can vaguely see the scene inside.
Young men and women were sitting by the window, holding steaming cups of coffee in their hands, chatting or meditating. Occasionally they looked out the window, looking at the loving couple outside the window with a smile.
What a perfect match, they thought.
"Han Zhou, do you think that in other people's eyes, we look like a couple?"
"of course."
"What if we don't hold hands, but just walk side by side?"
"Like."
"What if instead of shoulder to shoulder, we stand further apart?"
"Still looks like it."
"Then if we were separated by a street, a school, and a city, would we still look like a couple?"
"It looks like." Han Zhou subconsciously clenched the hand in his pocket, as if the other person would run away, "It has to be similar even though it doesn't look like it."
"That……"
Noila Mo turned to look at him, pain and sadness flashed in her eyes, "...Why aren't we together yet?"
Han Zhou was stunned, and a feeling of panic suddenly arose in his heart. In the past, Noila Mo would never be so sentimental. Could it be that she suddenly said so many words because she wanted to...
"Pfft!"
Noila Mo suddenly laughed out loud and said in a brisk tone, "It's better to scare you, lest you think I'm not important one day."
"As expected, you can no longer live without me."
There was a smile in her eyes, as if a great revenge had been avenged, and she said with satisfaction, "It's not easy to be a scumbag. If you don't handle it well, you may lose me in the future."
"What...does this mean?"
"It means that the time is coming. It's almost time for me to leave. Let's go back and find your guzheng."
Noila Mo tried to take her hand back, but she couldn't pull it out. She turned around and met Han Zhou's serious expression, "You are not allowed to leave until you make it clear."
Seeing the nervousness and panic in the other person's eyes, she chuckled and said, "It doesn't matter if I don't leave, but you have to figure out how to explain it to the school and my mother."
"If you tell me, you will tell me."
"Yeah."
Perhaps after hearing the satisfactory answer, Noila Mo suddenly didn't want to withdraw her hand and turned her head to look forward.
At the end of the street, the facades of high-rise buildings are illuminated golden by the sun, forming a gorgeous landscape.
"Don't worry, what I said is not irony, go find Gu Zheng."
She said, "Remember what I said before? I can accept that the probability of you stepping into two different boats is very low, but it is not non-existent. If you really want to insist, then I can give you this opportunity - if you are not afraid If the commotion becomes irresolvable in the end."
Han Zhou was stunned for a moment before hearing the other person continue, "I know you plan to attack me first because I seem to be easier to talk to, but it's a pity that you don't know me well enough. If you put it in the game, I should be the level You are like a BOSS, if you can make that girl named Gu Zheng accept your greed, then try to make me accept it."
Han Zhou was stunned for a moment, and it was already obvious what Noila Mo Yixia meant. This was obviously an opportunity for him.
"why?"
He asked why Noila Mo suddenly changed her attitude.
"Who knows, maybe I'm too confident."
Noila Mo shook her head slightly, "In short, no matter how you want to realize your harem dream, don't put me in the first step of your plan, unless you want to fail at the beginning."
"Remember...I am your last problem."
(End of this chapter)