Chapter08 The Restless Heart.

Action 10.

I have decided to commit suicide by hitting the wall.

Only went on one date. He glanced at me and said, "Because the real punishment is not just asking any girl out to watch a movie, but asking you out to watch a movie."

Do you really have to understand me like this? I feel very embarrassed!

Action 6.

There are many opportunities to make money, but the chance to please a woman you like may not come again.

Of course I have lost before. My luck with cards was particularly bad, and I would also lose when I encountered teammates as useless as pigs, like that time when I invited you to watch a movie.

He glanced at me silently: "Go out."

I can't help but want to test it again: "Let me give you another test question."

He said: "Not (it), it's (the) heart..."

I was just about to ask, how did you lose? I remembered what he said, "Of course I've lost before. Sometimes my luck with cards is particularly bad, or I lose when I encounter teammates as useless as pigs..."

I still don't understand: "Why am I the hardest to make plans with?"

Action 1.

During the process of supplementing knowledge, I quietly observed the actions of classmate Xiaocheng.

For you.

While eating and chatting, I suddenly remembered my cousin's unique theory of love: If a man has 100 yuan but only spends 10 yuan on you, then he is not worth marrying because he doesn't love you enough. But if a man only has 10 yuan in his pocket and is willing to give it all to you, then he is worth entrusting your life to.

The test is quite accurate! He laughed, took the ladle, scooped up some meat and mushrooms into my bowl, "Eat, have some more."

I place it by my pillow. Whenever I toss and turn and find it difficult to fall asleep, I rest my head on its big head, and only then does my heart find peace.

But I am deeply attracted by a boy who is two years younger than me. What is the reason for this? I have always been puzzled.

I thought that where boys live, it must be messy with disheveled beds, dirty socks flying around, a complete mess, and nowhere to rest.

Why?

I fell in love with Cheng Ze, not in a grandiose or heart-wrenching way, but rather I just imprisoned him bit by bit in my heart, unable to forget him even for a moment...

I remembered something else and asked, "When I answered the phone that night, you clearly said you were looking for Zhuozhuo."

I promised to deliver, so I will deliver.

I vaguely sense a kind of regret in Zhuo Zhuo's tone, just like the regret lingering in my heart.

I have always been completely defenseless against boys who know how to take care of others, so when I saw him naturally doing these things for me, my heart was entangled as if by something. It felt like a kind of regret, regret that this boy who perfectly matches my aesthetic is only eighteen years old, two years and three months younger than me.

I only remember 139, I have completely forgotten all the other numbers.

Actually, in my opinion, a difference of just over two years is not that big. If he were 28 and I were 30, it would just be a matter of being born earlier or later. But now I'm 20 and he's only 18...just a newly adult young man...

I take a look at Xiaocheng's profile, then at the Crayon Shin-chan in my arms, this kind of contrast... It really challenges my imagination.

I: "..."

What does "very simple" mean?

Alas! He really overestimates my memory!

Alas! Actually, for a girl like me whose intelligence hasn't developed since elementary school, he doesn't need to be so circuitous.

I am moved by his gentleness and thoughtfulness. I heard him add a sentence: " ... ... replenish the brain!"

I don't understand: "Why me?"

Many years, that Crayon Shin-chan has always been placed by the pillow, even though it occupies half of my pillow, I never feel it is redundant.

I ask with admiration, "Are you so amazing! Have you never lost at playing cards?"

At that time, I was immersed in watching the animated series "Crayon Shin-chan". When I saw the physical character, I couldn't help but hold it in my arms and feel it. Its soft big head leaned on my shoulder, and I smelled a familiar yet unfamiliar scent.

Um?

He replied, "That depends on how much money she likes the things."

Will you really give it to me if you promise to give it? If you promise to give me a real one, will you give it?

Back in the dormitory, I was holding my phone, reminiscing about the number he had mentioned. Suddenly, a text message notification sounded.

Little Cheng's fallacies are always so shocking.

His response was concise and to the point. His childhood friend helped him answer, "Cheng Ze was very chubby when he was young, with a round head and spoke in a particularly amusing way, just like Xiaoxin's little brother."

Unexpectedly, the next evening, he actually came to our dormitory holding an identical Crayon Shin-chan.

When it comes to playing cards, I casually said, "Your friends are really unreliable. They just lost a game and yet they have the audacity to call girls in the middle of the night to go watch a movie... Oh, by the way, how many calls did you make in total?"