If love can be booked

Chapter 195 Zhao Qinglin and Qiu Ruozhen break up - 1

There is always an eternal topic about love, about loving and being loved. It is often said that loving someone is often accompanied by endless hardships and sacrifices, while being loved by others is as happy as bathing in the warm sunshine. In fact, it is not entirely true.

At a certain time and in a special place, the god of fate quietly arranged an encounter. That person appeared in front of you without any warning, and easily broke into the softest corner of your heart. What should you do? If you just know that you are just passing by his/her heart...

I have heard such an old saying: "Living in a room with orchids for a long time without smelling their fragrance". So, are those children who are always immersed in the atmosphere of being loved happy? And are those children who try their best to pursue love miserable? Perhaps, as long as they can devote themselves to it and enjoy themselves, it is enough. At least they have bravely fought and struggled.

What is true love? Who can tell? It is obvious that love hurts.

If it hurts, if I let go, if I can start over...

At the moment, she was busy practicing Subject 2. Due to the sudden notice from her coach, she had to stay in the driving school until very late to finish her training.

The countryside shrouded in night appears particularly peaceful and tranquil; the moonlight sprinkles on the earth like water, making the entire outdoors look like a dream.

In the square, a group of enthusiastic aunts also ended their cheerful square dance. At this time, there were only a few children who were brought by their coaches to practice driving in the huge square.

A bright moon hangs high in the sky, like a silver plate quietly hanging there. It emits a soft light, and seems to be silently watching these young people who are working hard to learn driving skills.

Looking at the bright moon, a faint feeling of longing welled up in my heart. The heart-moving figure involuntarily emerged in my mind. Is he also looking up at the same bright moon at this moment?

"I'm practicing driving now." Qiu Ruozhen glanced at the time on her phone. It was already 8:00 p.m. She had just finished the first round of practice for the second subject. However, the elusive coach had disappeared without a trace again. He always left them aside and went about his business.

"Okay, practice well." Finally, it's time to practice driving.

"Well, I just got out of the car." My foot was numb from pressing the clutch. It took nearly thirty minutes for each person to go three laps back and forth.

"On average, each person takes 30 minutes, so for four people, it takes almost two hours." When learning to drive, the thing you fear most is waiting, right? This is probably true for everyone.

"Yeah, there's nothing we can do about it, it's all the same." Most of the kids who are learning to drive are like this.

"Yeah." I really want to talk to him, and my attachment to him grows more every day.

"What are you doing?" Very quiet, I don't know if he is working overtime or what? Now he can't hear her asking if he has finished get off work or is busy?

"Watch TV." Just as she turned on the TV, her phone rang in like timely rain. It was a coincidence that sometimes he just fell asleep and she happened to call at this moment. She called this coincidence as a unique tacit understanding between the two of them. Tacit understanding?

"Okay." Watching TV again? Sometimes when I don't hear him say he misses me, I feel empty inside. Actually, if I think about it carefully, it's not necessary for him to talk about missing me all the time...

"Did you miss me?" She couldn't help thinking of him again. It seemed that she had unknowingly spent too much time thinking about him in her daily life. Wherever her eyes looked and wherever her thoughts wandered, his figure was everywhere.

"I miss her, how can I not miss her?" Whenever the longing comes to mind, it is a good thing to choose to savor the emotion silently in the heart. Why must I express it in words? And she always asks if I miss her and if I like her?

"I don't really believe it." Will he miss her too? Warm...

"If you don't believe it, forget it." He curled his lips helplessly, thinking that he had already told her, but she still refused to believe it. In this case, no matter how much explanation he gave, it seemed futile. However, he still couldn't help but be curious, what kind of answer did she want to hear?

"Isn't it better to straighten it?" She frowned and asked in confusion. Why do you always let it fall?

"Not good." He said stubbornly, feeling an inexplicable sense of resentment rising in his heart.

"Love sometimes, but never meet again, so cherish it while you are together." Why is she always so arrogant? She likes you very much, but can she be so arrogant?

"What does it mean?" It sounds a bit like the name of a movie she watched?

"When you are able to love each other, you should love deeply. Once you turn around, it may be a lifetime." She said slowly, staring into the distance, as if she was recalling something. Yes, it is not easy to love each other. Why do people often just hold hands lightly when they have the opportunity to embrace each other affectionately, and miss more beautiful moments? Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Oh..." There are so many feelings...

"Then tell me you like me." She stared into his eyes, her lips slightly raised, as if with a hint of expectation and curiosity. He seemed to seldom say words like "like", and suddenly she wanted to hear it, what should she do? Is it difficult to say "like"?

"No, I'm very reserved." Why did she always let him say these nonsense? If you love someone, do you have to talk about it? Do you have to say it out loud? Wouldn't actions prove everything?

"OOO..." She stared at him with wide eyes, incredulous. He actually said he was reserved? But come to think of it, he didn't often express his emotions actively, always so reserved and mysterious.

"Then you speak first." He turned his head and met her eyes, a sly look flashing in his eyes. Why do you always let him speak? Has she ever said it? It seems like she did, like she likes it, misses it, etc., and made it the same as her catchphrase?

"I won't say it." She shook her head stubbornly, thinking: I'm a girl, I don't want to say it first? Besides, it should be the man who says it first!

"Then I won't say anything either." Zhao Qinglin crossed his arms in front of his chest, pretending to be uncompromising. What does it feel like to like someone? Is it a faint joy like the warm sunshine in spring, or a naive thought under the starry sky on a summer night? Or is it like Lin Xiaoxi at that time, that vague feeling, can it be called love?

"I like you..." Qiu Ruozhen, I think I like you, and this feeling seems to become stronger as time goes by. I will like you more and more...

"There is no subject..." She muttered with a hint of anger, and she looked so cute.

"What do you want?" he asked helplessly.

"I didn't mean anything." She shook her head gently, her beautiful eyes gleaming with tenderness. She just wanted him to know that she liked him.

"Hurry up and practice driving." He suddenly said, with a hint of urging in his tone. Oh, this woman is acting abnormal again...

"Okay." She responded and turned to walk towards the car. She couldn't help but wonder: Every time he talked about the key points, he was always like this, urging her to do other things. I guess he would say she was abnormal later?

Looking up at the same night sky above my head, my thoughts surge like a surging tide. Same night, same stars, but who can really touch whose heartstrings?

Practicing Subject 2 is a very tiring thing, especially when the instructor is unreliable.

As people often say, anyone who appears in your life actually exists for a reason, and they will teach you something more or less.

When life becomes busy, the mind has no time to think about other things, so naturally, one will not miss someone deliberately. However, once time becomes abundant, and there is no one around, and only oneself is left alone, the whole world seems to be filled with that person. The heart begins to panic and feel uneasy, like a deer running around, at a loss.

The greatest irrationality of a person is not knowing when to persist and when to give up.

As for myself, other people's psychologists are helpless in their own affairs. Is it always like this? Conventional psychology, after all, is not a saint and cannot be perfect.

The second round was not as effective as the first. Maybe it was because I didn’t put enough effort into it?

If you place a high priority on someone, he or she will be unscrupulous. People tend to forget that what we call unimpeded is actually given by our other half...

I knew that loving someone too much would hurt me, but I still threw myself into his arms regardless of everything. Was it fate? Meeting him was an accident, a beautiful accident, like a colorful and unexpected dream...

How should I define our relationship? Friends or lovers?

"Are you asleep?" It's already 10 o'clock in the evening, I want to wake him up...

"Well, I thought it would take you a long time to practice driving, so I fell asleep while lying down." He replied drowsily, his voice sounding a little tired and lazy.

"We're still waiting for the coach." It was already ten o'clock and he had no intention of going back.

"You haven't gone home yet?" It's already past ten o'clock...

"No." Four people were calling him, and he was playing mahjong...

"Then go to sleep. Sorry for waking you up." Hearing his slightly hoarse voice, she felt guilty. It seemed like she always did this, waking him up from his sweet dreams without realizing it.

"I'm not going to sleep anymore. I'll chat with you for a while. You're all awake." Although he felt a little helpless about being woken up, his dissatisfaction quickly disappeared when he faced her.

"Okay." In fact, most of the time, she didn't really have anything important to say when she chatted with him, she just wanted to talk to him. After all, in daily life, they didn't have much intersection, so they naturally had very few common topics. I don't want there to be silence between us.

"Why aren't you talking?" She called and stopped talking again. She has been silent too much lately. She on this end of the phone, he on the other end, silent...

"No." In fact, when she fell into silence, deep in her heart she hoped that he would take the initiative to find a topic, even if it was just to talk about today's weather conditions. Because in this way, at least she would feel that she was not struggling to maintain this relationship unilaterally, and would not appear so strong and stubborn.

"If you don't talk anymore, I'll go to sleep." I don't like to hear her silence...

"..." Had they reached the point where there was nothing left to talk about? Or was he simply unwilling to spend the effort to understand her feelings at the moment?

"Threatening me again? You're so bold." She couldn't help but complain in her heart. He either threatened her with sleeping with her or said he was busy. And she was most afraid of him saying that. Who didn't care? Was it his indifference or her oversensitivity?

"What's wrong with you? You're just hanging up without saying anything." Is this woman abnormal today? She's so sleepy, she's going to sleep. If she could be a little bit considerate...

"Good night." In the end, she chose to compromise, uttered these two words softly, and quickly pressed the hang-up button. However, she never thought at that time that this ordinary good night would become their final farewell. Those good night greetings that once made her feel warm and full of expectations came to an end.

She slowly raised her head and looked up at the vast starry sky. Legend has it that as long as you look up at the starry sky, your tears will not fall easily. But now, she found that this saying is purely a white lie. Because no matter how hard she tried to raise her head, tears still flowed down her cheeks uncontrollably like a flood.

The deep grievance in my heart surged up like a tide. The feeling of loving someone can be so bitter and aggrieved.

What if you want to separate?

Recalling that not long ago, she had carefully asked him if he had thought about the situation after they separated. At that time, he answered without hesitation: "No." But only she knew that she had imagined countless times how she would continue to live if they really separated.

She often imagined such a picture in her mind: without his company, could she smile again? Would she still think of him at some inadvertent moment? Is it possible to be happy? These questions are like unsolvable mysteries, always lingering in her heart. Although she has been searching for answers, she still has nothing to show for it. Perhaps only time can give the final answer.

She was not used to walking at night, but now she has gotten used to the darkness.

The loneliness in the darkness followed her like a shadow, as if she was the only one left in the world.

He is never there when you need him.

When I miss him, he is out of reach.

He's never around?

Is this what they call a relationship? Are they friends or lovers?

He went to bed early again. He had a fixed routine. Even if he occasionally broke the routine, those extra hours seemed to have nothing to do with her.

Looking up, I saw a bright moon hanging high above the treetops, casting a cool light.

Her heart was filled with deep longing for him, but this feeling might just be a passing cloud to him, and he might even pretend to be ignorant of it...

She dialed his number, and the ringing tone from the receiver repeated again and again, but in the end it only resulted in a ruthless hang-up sound.

If at this moment, she confided to him that she was afraid of the dark and being alone, and hoped for a little comfort and company from him, but he chose to be indifferent and turned a blind eye.

So, how can she have the courage to continue to move forward unswervingly?

I sent him a long WeChat message:

Hi, in the early morning, I was walking on the road alone, feeling very scared.

Called you, no response.

You didn't even call me back. Remember you once said that my calls would never be important? So you could just ignore me and not ask me anything...

I once thought that there was a special emotional bond between us, but now it seems that it was all just wishful thinking on my part.

I like you so much that I have lost myself and cannot help myself. I don't know why I am so eager to rely on you. Maybe it is your smile or words that deeply touched my heartstrings, and I can never let go of my attachment to you. Although I know in my heart that you may not like me as much as I like you, the love is still as surging as the tide and cannot be stopped.

I don't like your hot and cold behavior, and I don't like your elusiveness. Every time when I want to get close to you with joy, you always push me away indifferently; and when I want to turn around and leave, you suddenly appear and give me a glimmer of hope.

You say you are busy because you don't have time for me. Two-thirds of your time is spent on work, and one-third is spent on your friends and family. So where is the time you have left for me?

I don't want to hear your explanation anymore, please don't explain.

Women always say one thing and mean another, right? They say they don't want to hear an explanation, but deep down they are still looking forward to hearing some words of comfort, even if it's just a simple apology. After all, when you love someone, you will always unconsciously find all kinds of excuses for them.

It was late at night, and the clock quietly pointed to one in the morning. She tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. Since she met him, her originally peaceful and orderly world had been completely disrupted. Her thoughts were tangled like a tangled mess, unable to be cut or sorted out.

I looked forward to his response, but I never thought that breaking up would be their only ending.