If love can be booked

Chapter 220 Qiu Ruozhen travels to Xiamen, Zhao Qinglin expresses love

In the afternoon, the sun shines through the mottled leaves, casting tiny shadows, like a beautiful painting. At this moment, all you need is a cup of fragrant coffee, a leisurely and comfortable mood, and an innocent, simple and beautiful thought, and you can indulge in this moment of tranquility and beauty.

Some things, once they are gone, are gone. There is no need to force them, because the result of forcing is passive harm. Why bother to miss them?

How should she remember those fleeting promises and those sad emotions? Should she attribute them to her past ignorance or her youthful confusion?

From the distant sea came the sound of waves hitting the shore, and the sea breeze gently blew on my face, carrying the unique salty taste of the sea. The waves rose and fell, constantly hitting the reefs on the shore, splashing white waves like snow. The vast blue ocean seemed to have endless mysterious power.

For some reason, tears slid down her cheeks without warning. She thought it was not because she missed him too much, or because she loved him too much. Maybe it was just a habit she had developed over a long period of time, and the unforgettable, heart-wrenching pain had long been deeply imprinted in the depths of her soul.

Now, she no longer thinks of him easily, nor will she let the trace of sadness slip away quietly because of him. Time is the best medicine to heal all pains. It will slowly heal the scars of the past and let life return to peace.

Forgetting a person is actually very simple, just stop missing him or her, and don’t meet him or her…

"Ms. Qiu..." She sat there alone and silently, with crystal tears sliding down her cheeks. The warm and soft afternoon sunlight gently fell on her body, as if she was covered with a layer of golden gauze, making the whole scene look unusually warm and peaceful. At this moment, watching her sitting so quietly, an inexplicable feeling of love surged in my heart.

"Uh...hello." When our eyes met, my mind suddenly went blank and I couldn't remember his name...

"Ms. Qiu is really a forgetful person..." She didn't remember him...

"No way, Mr. Xia..." She shook her head gently, a faint blush on her face. Xia Lingyu, she had not forgotten.

"Mind if I sit down for a while?" Xia Lingyu asked with a smile, her eyes revealing a kind of sincerity and expectation. For some reason, from the first time I saw her, I had a strong feeling in my heart: two people like this should have known each other long ago, and could quietly drink a cup of tea and appreciate the same clouds.

"Please feel free to do so. I'm just about to go back to my room." After all, this was a public place, and she really couldn't find any reason to refuse someone's request.

"Hey..." Just as she was about to get up and leave, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her dress tightly.

"What?" She stared at his hand that was holding her dress, a hint of confusion and dissatisfaction in her eyes.

"Do you hate me so much?" She left as soon as he arrived?

"Hateful?" Hearing this word, she frowned slightly and thought to herself: Are they very familiar with each other?

"Are we close enough to say that we hate each other? You're thinking too much." She responded indifferently. It's not that we hate each other, let alone like each other. Haven't we just met?

"......" Faced with her straightforward answer, he was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to respond. He thought to himself: This woman is really direct!

"Waiter, take your order..." Is he so annoying?

"Okay, Mr. Xia..." The waiter quickly walked up to him with a professional smile on his face.

"Am I ugly?" The lack of confidence suddenly increased. A weak figure came into view. Perhaps she really didn't care who was asking...

"You're joking, Mr. Xia. I'll go take your order." The waiter replied politely.

Some people don't want to fight for what they can't get. They are from two different worlds. Maybe it was just a coincidence that she entered his sight. It doesn't mean anything and it can't change anything...

I returned to my room and looked at the scenery outside the window. I was bored. I started to miss him again. When will I have my own quiet time to think about my thoughts alone without being bothered by his shadow? In a strange place, looking at strange scenery, I thought I would feel better.

She didn't want to talk or laugh. She had already given all her joy, anger, sorrow and happiness to that special man. His words of "I don't care" shattered all her dreams. How should she miss him? People often say that if you fall in love with the right person, then it is a beautiful love; but if you fall in love with the wrong person, then it can only be called a green and ignorant youth.

All along, what she longed for and pursued was not just the ups and downs of emotional experiences. What she really hoped for was actually just to have someone with whom she could talk about her heart and dreams, with whom she could go crazy without restraint, and with whom she could run hand in hand in both directions.

The three simple words "together" were so far away from her, just like the brightest but most distant stars in the night sky, which were within her reach but out of reach. His heart was the other side that she could never reach. No matter how hard she tried to catch up with him, he never stopped.

ding ding ding…

It's him?

She gathered up her tangled thoughts and carefully hid them in the deepest part of her heart. She had always been so good at disguising herself that he never knew her tears had already drowned her heart.

"Hello..." Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, he would always think of that figure involuntarily. There is a kind of person that you can't see, but you will miss her, miss her heartbreakingly, miss her like crazy. Is this what is called love? He will miss her.

He thought he would never love again, but she was like a ray of sunshine in spring, quietly shining into his long-closed heart.

She thought she would never leave him, no matter what he did or said. But she still abandoned him. She once said: "I love you, just pure love you, regardless of whether you love me the same." When did she learn to let go?

He didn't firmly want to break up. He naively thought that separation would be a relief for both of them. However, when he turned around and looked back, bits and pieces of the past came to his mind like a tide, especially her smile and gentle flattery, which were deeply engraved in his memory like a brand.

Zhenzhen, it's my fault. In the world of love, I made you love so humbly and so cautiously. Is there still a chance between them? Can they fight for it again? Can they start over?

"Hello..." Hearing his voice, her eyes turned red, and tears seemed to burst out at any time. All along, he could easily evoke the softest corner of her heart, making her miss him so much, be obsessed with him, and unable to let go.

"Where have you gone? I can't find you." Actually, she meant that she missed him. I still remember what she said, when she stopped loving him one day, she would travel to a very far place, forget him, and start over.

"Do you miss me?" I knew that forced yearning was worthless, but I still asked. I knew what his answer would be, but I still didn't look back.

"No." Do I have to keep saying I miss you?

"Okay." He always knew how to make her feel disappointed. If she didn't want to, then she didn't want to, and she didn't force it.

"I'm in Xiamen, didn't I tell you?" Her voice was as calm as water, without any ripples. Yes, where did she go, how could she not tell him? It's just that he doesn't care, where she goes, he doesn't care.

"Why didn't you call me? I'm very familiar with Xiamen." In fact, he had never even set foot in this city, and he said this just to find a reason to get close to her. Wouldn't such a lame excuse seem too childish and ridiculous?

Silence... Time seemed to stand still at this moment, with only the breeze gently blowing through the hair, bringing a hint of coolness.

After another brief silence, he slowly asked, "When will you be back?"

"I haven't thought about it yet." I took a half-month vacation to give myself enough time.

"How is Xiamen?" Her attachment...

"Beach, sunshine, coast, beauties..." Xiamen is indeed a great place to travel and relax, and it is also a city she has always longed for and loved. She once looked forward to going there with him, but in the end she could not...

"No handsome guys?" he asked half-jokingly. Is she a hottie?

"Yes, I just sent one away." Thinking about it this way, he seems quite handsome.

"The market is so good?" Understand her beauty...

"Yes, but you don't like me." She could give up the whole world, she only wanted him. But it was only him, if she didn't want him, then what was the point of having the whole world?

"How can I not like you?" He thought he just hadn't had time to like you yet...

"You told me we broke up." Her voice trembled slightly, her eyes full of sadness. Breaking up meant that she was no longer qualified to be with him, and even secretly liking him became a luxury. She felt so wronged.

"I'll go find you." I want to fly to her...

"No, just work." She was on vacation, and he was at work... How could he, who was known as a workaholic, easily abandon the busy work at hand and skip work? For him, work always seemed to take the first place, becoming an unbridgeable gap between the two of them.

"Yeah, okay." Does he love his work so much? Is he a workaholic? I vaguely sense that they talked about work many times and also argued about it.

"Bye." You don't dislike her? Are you coming to see her?

Qinglin, we broke up, please don't be so nice to me. I'm afraid I won't be able to let you go...

I'm sorry, Qinglin, I like you very much, very much, very much.

Could you please not chase me away?

"Bye." He also felt extremely disappointed on the other end. In fact, what he wanted to say was: "I missed you a lot during your absence." But for some reason, he suddenly lost the courage to say it and could only watch the call end in a hurry. Work? He knew she didn't like him mentioning work, but it was obvious that every time she was busy with work, it was an excuse for him.

Qiu Ruozhen, what do you want to do? Connecting...

ding ding ding…

"Hello..." She hesitated whether to answer the call. At the moment, she was immersed in sadness, and tears kept falling from her eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" A concerned voice came from the other end of the phone, her voice a little hoarse?

"It's okay, I... I was enjoying the sea breeze... I might have caught a cold." She tried to make her voice sound calmer, but she was thinking to herself: I can't tell you that I can't help crying every time I think of you. Is he going to laugh at her for being stupid again?

"Okay, you pay more attention." How could you not hear something strange in her words, you fool? Qiu Ruozhen, as a woman, should not be so strong and not so good at pretending sometimes, okay?

"What's up?" Didn't he just hang up the phone? Is he busy?

"Can't I just look for you if I have nothing to do?" A slightly reproachful voice came from the phone. Why is she like this?

"Of course, your interruption is always welcome." Hearing his voice, her originally depressed mood instantly became cheerful, but she felt a little uneasy in her heart. Is there something wrong with him?

"It's just... you rarely call me so often." She said softly. The two of them had always talked once a day, and it was usually her who took the initiative to call.

"That's my fault..." It turned out that in their relationship, he had always made her so cautious and trembling. Shouldn't love be easy and joyful? If what he gave her made her so tired, why did she persist for so long?

"..." Silence spread in the air, making people feel depressed and heavy. Didn't they break up? Although they were in contact occasionally, it was just because she could not let go of that relationship and spent a lot of effort to fight for some time together.

“I miss you…”

"Have you been drinking?" It's not that she didn't understand English, but she felt that he shouldn't be saying this to her. What did he think of her as?

"No." He denied hastily, his voice sounding a little anxious. Why are you drinking in broad daylight?

"Do you have a fever?" she asked immediately, frowning slightly. Otherwise, why would he say I miss you?

"You just had a fever." Is it so abnormal to say that he missed you? I remember that she always asked him to say that he missed her and liked her, but he never gave her the generosity...

"Then what are you doing?" Why say you miss me? After all, it was too rare for him to actively express his feelings like this.

However, he did not answer her question, but stared into her eyes lovingly and said slowly: "I love you." At this moment, he finally let go of all his reserve and concerns, and bravely expressed his true feelings in his heart.

"I love you, Zhenzhen." He repeated this sentence again, his tone firm and gentle.

"..." Faced with his sudden confession, she was stunned for a moment. What did he just say? She tried hard to recall, but the only thing left in her mind was the words "I love you" that kept echoing. She had imagined this scene countless times. If this sentence could have appeared earlier, if she could have heard him say it a long time ago, she would have been as happy as a child at that time.

But now, when these words she had longed for really reached her ears, her heart unexpectedly calmed down. She was not as excited as she had expected, nor was she ecstatic to the point of being unable to control herself. She stood there quietly, letting her thoughts drift. Perhaps it was because she had waited too long, so long that the initial desire had gradually worn away. Now that she had finally gotten it, she felt that the original eager anticipation had been lost. Too strong or too weak?

Time has a magical power that can heal the most burning attachments and long-lasting pains in the depths of people's hearts.

At this moment, the rich aroma of coffee is like a light spirit, quietly filling every corner of the room. The faint fragrance, like the fragrance of flowers blooming in the garden in the morning, lingers on the tip of the nose, but when you taste it carefully, you can detect a slight bitter taste. This unique taste is intoxicating and seems to contain all the flavors of life.

Qing Lin, I really want to tell you that I love you too, I love you very much.

But you don't love me, how can I convince myself? I don't want your perfunctory attitude, and I don't want your forced love. I just want you to love me.