Chapter 8 (1/2)
”Why did you come?”
Li Nuan, with a pen in his mouth, glanced at the people standing outside the door and turned back to the computer.
”You can't be warm to me, you know, you can't have friends without me.” Fang Yuan carried a big bag in his hand. When he dropped it next to his computer, a can of beer slipped out of the bag. ”I've come to comfort you.”
”I have nothing to say to you.” Li Nuan said this, picking up the beer on the floor and opening it The white foam continued to pour out, and gathered up to sip. It was all foam.
”You are lovelorn, how can you not sympathize.”
”Miss Fang, who am I in love with?”
”Gu Muchen!”
Li Nuan gave her a look: ”did you drink? Come up and talk drunk
Fang Yuan took out the glass on the shelf, poured beer into the glass in her warm white eyes, and then sat down beside her.
”President Gu Muchen is going to get married at the weekend. Don't you feel bad?”
Although she didn't know the specific reason why the two broke up two years ago, she knew that Li Nuan almost washed her face with tears at that time. In the past two years, she has not seen Li Nuan smile happily. Most of them are perfunctory pulling the corners of her mouth and barely drawing a curve; she has not seen Li Nuan's life much, as if nothing has anything to do with her.
She has emotional changes. Only after she is drunk, can Fang Yuan realize that she is a person and a living person.
But since Gu Muchen came back, Li Nuan began to have other emotions. He would be sad, tangled, laugh and angry, as if a porcelain doll had survived.
”What's wrong? You have to pour a can of beer. It's over.”
”You care what I drink, answer my questions, don't change the subject.”
Li Nuan did not speak, took a sip and then remained silent.
”My family has received his wedding invitation, this weekend. Well, I said, did you tell him about his fiancee? ” Fang Yuan said and took a warm arm.
”I gave him a green hat!”
”It's really warm for you.” Fang Yuan chuckled and laughed, but his face sank, ”but obviously now Gu Muchen doesn't know, otherwise how can he continue to get married?”
Li Nuan suddenly felt a little dry throat and a little sour nose, ”he Maybe I know it! ”
”Is he crazy?”
”I really love Tina.”
”More than I love you?”
Li Nuan sighed, frowned, and said to Fang Yuan: ”Fangyuan, we are in the past. It ended two years ago.”
She is past tense, Tina is progressive, there is no comparability.