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Chen Moying smiled slightly and turned her head away.

Zhao Yuanle didn't think much, and continued to help pack things.

After finishing her work, she saw that this group of people were still chatting happily.

She was a little curious about how men with completely different identities managed to chat so happily.

Seeing that Ming Hongyan and Chen Moying seemed to be serious about what they heard, she couldn't help admiring in her heart.

After some time, Chen Moying and the others were about to leave.

Zhao Yuanle went to see him off, but was stopped by Chen Moying at the intersection.

Chen Moying didn't look at her, but just looked ahead.

"Let's go to the bookstore."

Zhao Yuanle: "What's the matter?"

Chen Moying: "You'll know when you go."

Zhao Yuanle blinked in confusion, but followed along.

Ming Hongyan also followed, with a meaningful smile on his lips.

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help thinking about a lot of things, but he didn't know what Chen Moying would do with her.

When they came to the bookstore, Chen Moying slowly stretched out her hand, signaling to go in and talk, Zhao Yuanle went in with her, but Ming Hongyan stood outside and did not go in again.

In a familiar room, with familiar people, Zhao Yuanle casually looked at the newspaper beside him, and spoke directly after sitting down.

"What's the matter?"

Chen Moying was silent for a moment, and looked at Zhao Yuanle with some troubled eyes.

Zhao Yuanle: "What's the matter?"

Chen Moying looked directly at her, paying attention to the expression on her face, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

Finally, under Zhao Yuanle's second doubt, he spoke, as if he had made a decision.

He straightened his back, serious.

"Actually, this may be a bit sloppy, but I don't think there is any need to procrastinate."

Zhao Yuanle: "Well..."

How does she feel so strange?

Chen Moying looked at her, her eyes were no longer entangled, they looked extraordinarily clear and clear, and the expression on her face was much more relaxed.

He spoke slowly, with a low voice and a slow tone.

"I'm fine now."

Zhao Yuanle nodded.

"I know."

And she knows first.

Chen Moying nodded, with a smile in the corner of her eyes, and asked again: "Then do you know what I think after I recover?"

Hearing this, Zhao Yuanle really thought about it, and then gave his own answer.

"You should be very happy when you are in good health. You should think back, you can do what you want to do in the future, and you don't have to worry about when something will happen suddenly."

Chen Moying hummed in a low voice, then shook her head again.

"Although I was happy at the beginning, I was actually confused later.

However, the first thing I thought of was not the future. "

Zhao Yuanle: "What is that?"

There was a faint smile on Chen Moying's eyebrows.

"I told you before, and you know, I'm someone who doesn't think about what's going on behind me.

Because of my body, I never do that irresponsible thing.

But in fact, I don't hate the future, or, in fact, I very much hope that I can have a happy marriage and be with the person I like for the rest of my life.

I also love children and wish I could raise my own.

I hope, myself, to have a happy family, loving wife, lovely children.

Warm and harmonious, plain and smooth.

As for career and ideal, you can put it later. "

Zhao Yuanle was slightly taken aback when he heard these words, and then he let out an oh.

"Actually, that's pretty good."

People have their own aspirations, different people pursue things

It is also different.

It's normal for Chen Moying to like stability and want a happy family.

Seeing Zhao Yuanle's reaction, Chen Moying couldn't help asking: "So, do you have anything to say?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I hope you can live the life you want."

Chen Moying smiled helplessly and shook her head.

"You think, after I tell you, I hope you will bless me?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Then..."

Otherwise, want her to cheer him up and let him fight for his ideal?

Chen Moying didn't want to wait for Zhao Yuanle to react, so she simply spoke.

For a moment, Zhao Yuanle felt the change in the eyes of the person in front of him.

His eyes were calm and gentle, with clear firmness.

"Instead of wishing me the life I want to live, I hope, you can, try to think about it, me."

Now, Zhao Yuanle came to his senses.

She was not only surprised, but also puzzled.

"Why?"

Chen Moying: "Why?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Didn't you say that we are friends? Don't you have no plans for me?"

Chen Moying was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"Before, I wasn't physically weak, so I didn't think about that."

Zhao Yuanle: "Then you think about it now?"

Chen Moying nodded directly.

"Yeah, I thought about it."

Zhao Yuanle had a look of disbelief.

"Why? Do you like me?"

Chen Moying: "This...Actually, I'm not very clear about this kind of feelings.

What is the love between men and women, I also asked myself.

Later, I knew someone said that if you don't like someone, it means that your mood is not affected by this person.

Conversely, if you like someone, your mood is affected by that person. "

Zhao Yuanle: "Then your mood is affected by me?"

Chen Moying: "It seems to be."

Now, Zhao Yuanle was completely speechless.

She could not help but sigh.

"Didn't you say before that we are friends?"

Chen Moying was also helpless.

"Then I can't help it, it's different from other friends."

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help asking: "Why are they so different?"

Chen Moying thought about it carefully, and slowly began to answer.

“Actually, I hadn’t really thought about it in this direction before.

Before, I just treated you as a little girl and thought you were interesting, but later I thought you were very thoughtful.

I think maybe we have some aspirations that are the same.

So, I am also happy to help you.

Of course, if anyone else needs it, I'm happy to help.

But... Gradually, I may, pay more attention to you. "

Zhao Yuanle: "Huh?"

Chen Moying thought for a while, and said: "For example, I specially told people to pay attention to you, or, as soon as you came to find me, I would put down what I was doing and ask you.

Later, there are some things that I would like to talk to you about. "

Zhao Yuanle: "Then this is still a friend."

Chen Moying nodded.

"I felt the same way before.

I think, maybe this is a more talkative friend, a more honest friendship. "

Some things are indeed so subtle.

Zhao Yuanle: "So, what did you discover later?"

Chen Moying: "Later, I didn't think much about it until I found out that I was in good health and could finally think about this question, but whenever I thought about this question, I always

You think. "