Time has no trace and can be found

I saw that his face flushed slightly pink again, as if he was nervous.

My mind was a little messy right now, and then I thought about it and finally spat out the phrase "That's me?".

He pursed his lips and looked at the floor as if he was thinking about something.

But Mu Jianchen's dodging and refusal to answer made me more sure of my inner thoughts.

He didn't seem to say it, everything was in plain sight.

"When did this draw me?" I asked him in a half-relaxed tone, but I was also purely curious.

"Forgotten. He scratched his head, then cracked the painting up and didn't let me look at it any longer.

That's me, I don't even have the right to watch??

I glared at him, turned around and picked up the small portrait again, Mu Jianchen's hand was fast, he reached out and pressed it, and pressed it together with my hand.

The blazing temperature, along with my heartbeat, began to spread rapidly, from the palms of my hands, all the way to the roots of my ears, and then to my entire chest.

A spicy slice.

His hand was so much bigger than mine that he could cover me at once, and with great strength, I tried to break his hand, but he was just as stubborn and wouldn't let go.

I bit my lip, looked at Mu Jianchen, and motioned for him to let go with my eyes.

He also gave me a look back, indicating that he would not let go.

。。。

"Okay, I won't look at it. I kept talking.

Mu Jianchen glanced at me, let go of his hand slightly, and I took the opportunity to pull out my hand, along with the painting eye.

That painting was almost the size of Mu Jianchen's palm.

I walked very naturally, and before Mu Jianchen could react, I was already holding the picture frame, walking behind him, and looking at him with a smile.

"You... He bit his lip, only to feel his heart beat faster, and he was angry.

I looked at the painting, and there was no doubt that it was definitely my side. I looked at Mu Jianchen again, and somehow, seeing the resentment on his face, I really had the urge to tease him. "You kid, do you really like me?"

Mu Jianchen was startled, and the expression on his face froze.

But in fact, as soon as I asked this sentence, I regretted it again.

I'm a person, why don't I open a pot and mention it??

And then there was silence.

The silence of the two of us.

I remembered that when I was in the hospital, I asked coldly, "Didn't you say you liked me?" "

It's really, talking without a brain ...

Say whatever comes to mind.

I consciously put the painting in my hand back in its place.

Mu Jianchen watched my movements, his eyes shining, and then said in a tentative tone, "If I like you... "

"Would you like me too. "

I was stunned, and for a moment my heart seemed to be blocked, and I didn't know what to say.

Like.. There are many kinds.

Children at this age,It shouldn't be enough to know what it means to like.。。

I looked at Mu Jianchen's expression, and he didn't look like he was half-joking.

"If you're talking about liking between friends," I laughed and was about to continue.

"It's not a liking between friends. Mu Jianchen interrupted me.

My words were choked in the air, and some of them didn't ease up, and his tone of affirmation made me a little at a loss.

In fact, Mu Jianchen is a good friend for me to get along with, and it is fake not to be impressed by such a face, but I will never like someone because of my appearance.

I feel like I'm always unprepared for a relationship.

It

is not fair to anyone to decide rashly.

Whether it is to Duan Haowen or Mu Jianchen.

Mu Jianchen waited for a long time, but didn't see my reply, he seemed to understand something, smiled faintly, and touched my head. There is a look in his eyes: I understand, the look.

He didn't give me a chance to explain either

Touched my head to turn the page on this topic. When I was frowning and arranging my hair, I inadvertently saw Mu Jianchen's eyes, and there was a very heavy and heavy loss for a moment.

It is a loss that is completely devoid of light.

Like that day, in the alley, he was stabbed, covered his wounds, let the blood flow out, he closed his eyes tightly, his face was calm and almost dead, and when his breath-taking eyes opened, there was only despair in his eyes, and he gave up on himself.

That moment flashed too fast, or maybe Mu Jianchen was disguised too well.

When I settled down and looked at him again, his face had returned to its usual expression, and what had not changed was the tenderness in his eyes.

Tenderness to me.