first love is not too late

Chapter 47 "Give it to someone you like."

47

"He is not the same as me, and he will not like me. So..."

The music and voices in the hotel lobby seemed to fade away in an instant, so Ji Mingyu didn't listen to it at all, and he stared blankly at Fu Shi'an's direction.

This sentence is no different from the one he heard two days ago when he was teasing Fu Shi'an to confess his confession. The tone and even the intonation are almost the same. You don't need to look at Ji Mingyu to imagine Fu Shi'an's expression at the moment. His upturned eyes must be drooping slightly. Ji Mingyu already felt the slightest sadness in his heart.

Then Fu Jing's phrase "No wonder you like him" began to reverberate in his mind belatedly. Ji Mingyu seemed to think of a lot of things in these tens of seconds, but it seemed to be blank and nothing.

He didn't turn around to say sorry until the passers-by pushed him away from the road. Fu Jing looked up and saw him. Walked over with a good expression, "What are you talking about?"

Although Ji Mingyu concealed it quickly, Fu Jing still saw the panic in his eyes the moment they looked at each other just now. Fu Jing pursed her lower lip and pretended not to see it: "It's nothing. Is there parking at the entrance of the hotel?"

Fu Shi'an also looked at him, but Ji Mingyu didn't dare to look at Fu Shi'an, he exaggeratedly made a speechless expression and explained to Fu Jing: "There are too many cars in the parking lot, and the cars are stuck inside and can't get out."

"Then..." Just as Fu Jing opened her mouth, Ji Mingyu said again, "Fu Shi'an and I took a taxi back home, and it's the same when we come back tomorrow and drive the car away."

Fu Shi'an's gaze was fixed on Ji Mingyu all the time, as if he was also considering whether he heard him just now, but Ji Mingyu was fine, so he was relieved, and after saying goodbye to Fu Jing, the two took a taxi home.

It is difficult to take a taxi on holidays. Fortunately, the hotel is not far from home. The two waited for five or six minutes and finally a driver took the order. Ji Mingyu went to open the passenger door and saw Fu Shian standing in the open back seat as soon as he sat down. Looking down at him from the door.

Ji Mingyu suddenly remembered that he used to sit in the back seat with Fu Shi'an, so he explained: "There is probably a traffic jam today, and I'm afraid I'll get motion sickness in the back."

Fu Shi'an nodded, and got into the car without expression.

Not long after the car started, the driver probably felt a little embarrassed by the silence and turned on the car radio. As usual, there were various confession sessions to cater to the festive atmosphere, such as reading love letters on behalf of others, ordering a love song, and the female anchor asked the audience if there was any friend in a gentle voice. Is there anyone you like? Did you spend the day with the person you like today?

After getting in the car, Ji Mingyu started to lose his mind, his eyes drifted away, and when he heard the words like this, he raised his eyes and glanced at the rearview mirror, but he didn't expect to collide with Fu Shi'an's eyes, so he hurriedly turned his eyes away to look at the car Neon traffic outside the window.

His elbow touched the button of the car window, the car window was slit open, and the strong hot wind hit his face suddenly, making his face even hotter.The atmosphere seemed to be even more embarrassing. Fortunately, the distance was not far, and the car stopped after 10 minutes.

Ji Mingyu raised his eyes and realized that it was not the gate of his own community.

The driver said: "The road ahead is a one-way street. I'm going to go around the city this time. There's a traffic jam there. I'll leave it here for you two. Please take a longer walk."

The two got out of the car without any objection.These days are cloudy, and at night the sky becomes even darker and darker, as dull as a large ball of black cotton wool, which cannot be blown away by the evening wind.It's only eight or nine o'clock now, but there are no people on the street anymore. Ji Mingyu and Fu Shi'an should have walked on the street lights, but the narrow space has turned into a deserted street, and the awkward atmosphere seems to have not disappeared. go.

He wondered for a while whether he had misunderstood Fu Jing's meaning, and the phrase 'I like it so much' was just what my friend liked before.After a while, he felt that he was deceiving himself and others, and the phrase liking clearly meant what he thought.

But how could Fu Shi'an like him?

This surprised him even more than knowing that Fu Shi'an liked men at first.

"Ji Mingyu."

"Huh?" Ji Mingyu was startled when Fu Shian suddenly called his full name, "Why?"

Following the sound, Ji Mingyu turned around and found Fu Shi'an stopped three meters behind him. In front of him was the flower-buying grandma who often carried flower baskets nearby. Fu Shi'an had bought them several times.

"Wait for me a while." Fu Shi'an said.

"Oh."

After getting a response, Fu Shi'an squatted down in front of the few remaining flower baskets. There were about three or four colors of roses in the flower basket, among which red roses were the most, but the edges of the flowers were a little wilted.

"Buy some roses for the holidays today, and give them to people you like." The old lady said to Fu Shi'an with a smile.

Fu Shi'an smiled at her and said hello, then lowered his head and picked flowers in the basket.

Hearing that Ji Mingyu planned to go over, he stopped in place, as if he was afraid that Fu Shi'an would turn his head to look at him at this time, he quickly looked away.

But he was thinking in his heart that if Fu Shi'an gave him flowers, he would accept them or not.

Grass, what are you thinking?Maybe it's a misunderstanding, what does Miss Jing mean to say about the love between friends? !

"Those flowers are not good, the petals are all wilted." Grandma frowned and picked out a few bright red roses in the basket and handed them to Fu Shi'an: "These bloom well."

Ji Mingyu's gaze drifted back to the street lamp at some point. He took a few steps back, hiding himself under the shadow of the trees on the side of the road, and saw a few more red roses in Fu Shi'an's hands. But Fu Shi'an didn't care about it at all, "Okay.. I want these. You don't need to pack them for me. I'll just hold them like this."

What else did the old lady want to say, Fu Shi'an immediately wanted to pay the money, probably because the old lady also knew that the flowers could not be sold at a good price and gave Fu Shi'an a discount, wishing him and his lover a long and happy life.

Fu Shi'an's eyes moved, he smiled and said thank you, and told the old lady to go back early and be careful.

Only then did he walk towards Ji Mingyu with a bunch of not-so-bright roses, he walked through the darkness under the shadow of the trees from the light of the street lamp, reappeared in the light before arriving in front of Ji Mingyu, and said lightly, "Let's go. "

The flower didn't reach Ji Mingyu's hands, Ji Mingyu was relieved, he really misunderstood, he misunderstood!

But he always focused on the bouquet of roses swaying back and forth with his footsteps in his peripheral vision.The emotions in his heart were too messy, so that he couldn't taste the emotion called anticipation.

When he reached the gate of the community, Fu Shi'an suddenly stopped, and Ji Mingyu also stopped, and the wine-red flowers in the corner of his eye brought a gorgeous afterimage and appeared in his eyes.

Ji Mingyu froze immediately, and even took a step back subconsciously. He stared at the bouquet of flowers in front of him, not even daring to look up at Fu Shi'an's expression. The scent of roses lingered on the tip of his nose with the wind, and Ji Mingyu's breathing began to become slow , "What..what?"

Fu Shi'an raised the end of his eyes slightly, and said, "Help me get it, I'm going to do some shopping."

"Oh."

Ji Mingyu felt that his nerves might be too sensitive, or it might be that his brain was overloaded with receiving information, and he couldn't handle the emotions that popped up one after another. That's why his heart beat faster when Fu Shi'an handed the rose to him.

When he lay down on the bed, everything that happened today began to play back in his mind like a movie, and it was another wonderful day.

Then the memory video kept looping the conversation between Fu Jing and Fu Shi'an like a cassette.

"No wonder you like him."

"He and I are not the same way, and he will not like me."

"like him..."

"Dislike me..."

For a while, it was Fu Shi'an's silent gaze sitting on the sofa; for a while, it was Fu Shi'an's blurred face in the dim light;They scrambled to emerge, trampling the thin clouds in Ji Mingyu's heart into clumps of cotton wool.

Cut constantly, the rationale is still chaotic.

But it seems,

He couldn't lie to himself anymore because he was thinking too much.