You Ran, dissatisfied, wrapped her arms around Qu Yun's waist: "Don't you really have anything to tell me?"
"Indeed, no." Qu Yun showed no respect for You Ran.
I shouldn't have been blinded by Qu Yun's good looks. I sighed deeply and stood in line to get my ticket checked, carrying my lonely backpack.
Qu Yun bought her a good seat by the window. She sat down leisurely and watched the train start moving, feeling bored.
There was really nothing wrong, and You Ran was about to put on her headphones when her phone rang.
Pangu created the world, and this time, the name displayed on the screen is Qu Yun.
You Ran answered the phone, and heard Qu Yun ask on the other end, "There's something I forgot to tell you earlier."
The tone, the scene, the plot—all of these transformed a tranquil heart into a vibrant, blooming beef flower in a hot oil pan.
I love you.
or--
Actually, I don't want you to leave.
Or perhaps—
I'm right behind you.
Let your imagination run wild, whether it's spreading or converging.
Her voice trembled slightly with anticipation: "What did you say?"
"The assembly time for next semester is 7 pm on August 28th. We will take attendance, so please don't be late."
You Ran: "..."
Although she was furious, You Ran had resigned herself to her fate. Who told her to end up with such a boyfriend?
After returning home, You Ran received a phone call—from Cheng Yuan.
That day, You Ran was sitting on the sofa, munching on an apple and reading Ruili magazine, when the landline rang. She answered it as usual.
But over there was Cheng Yuan, whom she had been avoiding.
"You're back?" Cheng Yuan asked.
"Hmm." You Ran continued chewing the crisp flesh, but the taste of the apple was becoming somewhat indistinguishable.
"Don't run away from home like this again, it's dangerous," Chengyuan instructed, his voice as gentle as ever.
You Ran remained silent for a long time, so long that the fruit in her hand had turned brown, before slowly saying, "Then, you shouldn't come."
“That’s my home too, have you forgotten?” Cheng Yuan smiled, but the smile was a little cool.
“I always felt that you didn’t think that way.” You Ran opened her mouth and took a bite of the fruit with a “crunch” sound.
Over time, the fruit develops a unique flavor.
Just like everything else in the world.
Cheng Yuan remained silent.
Leisurely, she asked, "What exactly do you want?"
“You know very well what I want,” Cheng Yuan retorted, throwing the question back at him.
"I really don't know what you really want." You Ran put the apple down.
After a long silence, Chengyuan finally said, "You Ran, you've changed."
"Will it get better or worse?" You Ran asked.
“It’s not good for me,” Cheng Yuan said.
“But for me, Li Youran, it’s good,” Youran said.
"Whether it's good or not, we'll know in a long time," Cheng Yuan said.
"I think that in many things, you should know from the beginning whether something is right or wrong," You Ran said.
The two spoke in cryptic language, each understanding the other's meaning, or... neither understanding the other's meaning.
"I'm going to watch TV." You Ran prepared to hang up the phone.
But the moment she put down the phone, You Ran clearly heard Cheng Yuan's voice: "You really think you can escape?"
After hanging up the phone, I settled comfortably on the sofa and didn't get up for a long time.
Sunrise and sunset, sunset and sunrise again, occasionally taking a few days off to be lazy, and then it's late August.
You Ran decided to go to the school early and check Qu Yun's house to see if he was harboring other women.
But it's obvious that this is unlikely.
It's not that I believe in Qu Yun's character, it's just that—how many women could tolerate his terrible temper?
And so, with leisurely dragging her suitcase, she returned to the location where the story took place.
You Ran didn't reveal a word about arriving ahead of schedule, so when she got off the train and saw Qu Yun standing in front of her, she was extremely surprised.
At that time, Qu Yun was leaning against the railing, wearing a plaid shirt, her eyes unobstructed, radiating a unique, elegant, and alluring charm under the sunlight.
"What are you doing here?" You Ran asked.
“Because you are here,” Qu Yun replied.
"What I mean is, how did you know I was here?" You Ran found it unbelievable. Could Qu Yun be a god?
“You told me that,” Qu Yun said.
“I didn’t.” You Ran frowned.
“There was something off about your voice when we talked last night,” Qu Yun replied.
Is that why he knew what was on his mind?
You shook his head leisurely. Qu Yun truly lived up to his name.
"Are you hungry? Let's go eat." Qu Yun took her luggage, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the school.
After putting the things away, Qu Yun suggested taking You Ran out to eat.
You Ran's eyes darted around and she spotted the self-service hot pot restaurant, so she suggested they go there to eat.
But after a few seconds, You Ran suddenly remembered the unbearable past that had happened there.
You Ran wanted to stop her, but having just gotten off the train, her mind was still foggy and she was speechless. She could only let Qu Yun lead her inside.
Whether by coincidence or misfortune, Qu Yun ended up taking the noodles.
Even for a handsome guy, it's still a real eyesore when noodles come out of his nostrils. To avoid this tragedy from happening again, You Ran remained silent throughout the meal, occasionally stealing glances at Qu Yun.
After ten minutes of this, Qu Yun put down her chopsticks and asked, "Why do you always look at me like that?"
"I'm afraid the noodles will... crawl out of your nostrils." You Ran accidentally voiced her concern.
“I’ve noticed…” Qu Yun said slowly, “Your IQ has dropped to a new level in just a few days.”
"Don't disbelieve me, someone really did spit noodles out of their nostrils once." You Ran hurriedly explained, "That's why I didn't end up with him, and I don't want you to be eliminated because of that."
"Not with him?" Qu Yun's voice was light and ethereal, as she slowly chewed on her lips.
A warning bell rang in You Ran's mind, and she quickly lowered her head to continue eating.
Fortunately, Qu Yun repeated that sentence and then continued to enjoy the food. Seeing this, You Ran secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
After finishing her meal, and with nothing to do back at school, You Ran decided to go to Qu Yun's house.
On the way back, You Ran bought some ice cream.
Whether it was because the sun was too strong or something else, Qu Yun actually carried the snack bag for You Ran in a very gentlemanly manner.
Although the snack bag was light, Qu Yun's thoughtful gesture still made You Ran very happy.
After returning home, Qu Yun let You Ran rest in the living room while she went to the kitchen and put the ice cream she had bought into the refrigerator.
You Ran didn't stay idle; she immediately ran to Qu Yun's bedroom and searched everywhere for traces of other women.
Qu Yun seemed to be a bit of a clean freak; the house was spotless, not even a single hair could be seen, let alone any trace of other women.
But You Ran wasn't about to leave empty-handed, so she opened the wardrobe and found where the underwear was kept...
"What are you doing?" Qu Yun appeared at the bedroom door, his hands clasped in front of his chest.
You Ran slowly turned her head, smiling like a womanizer: "So, you like wearing boxer briefs."
Qu Yun: "..."
To protect his remaining privacy, Qu Yun grabbed You Ran by the collar and pulled her downstairs.
With nothing to do, I could only watch TV, so I lounged on the sofa, randomly pressing the remote control.
Inadvertently, I overheard Qu Yun's question: "Is the man you were eating with at the buffet hot pot restaurant from our school?"
“Yes.” You Ran flipped through several channels, all of which were that speechless and heartbreaking story, “Happy Seven Fairies.”
Those celestial maidens in the heavenly court all wore brightly colored eyeshadow and clothes that were made of little fabric, which was very different from the image of celestial maidens in You Ran's mind.
No wonder female college students nowadays look like prostitutes, and prostitutes look like female college students. It turns out that even fairies now look like demons, and demons look like fairies.
"Were you on a date at the time?" Qu Yun continued to ask.
"Um... I mean, why are you asking this?" You Ran's attention quickly returned.
"You took your current boyfriend to places where you used to date other men..." Qu Yun raised her eyes, her gaze carrying a hint of sharp arrogance: "Can I interpret it that way?"
It seems like we've triggered a landmine.
You Ran jumped up immediately, startled, and changed the subject: "Um, I'm going to the kitchen to get some snacks."
By silencing him, he could no longer answer any questions; this was You Ran's wishful thinking.
She came back with two boxes of ice cream, and You Ran quickly opened them, scooped up a big spoonful, and stuffed it into her mouth.
However, what the tongue tastes is an unbeatable saltiness.
You Ran skipped and hopped to the bathroom, spat out the strange-smelling ice cream in her mouth, and then realized that she had been framed by Qu Yun.
She immediately rushed to him and demanded an explanation: "Why did you do this to me?"
The leisurely question was in the style of Qiong Yao (a famous Chinese romance novelist).