Chapter 55 I think...I will never go mountain climbing again

  Welcome to Jiupin Literature, you can quickly enter this site by searching "Jiupin Literature" in any search engine. This site permanently provides free downloads of high-quality and txt format without pop-up windows! "How do you see Haizaki?" Looking at Haizaki again, I immediately asked her.

  "Look with your eyes..." She yawned.

  My eyes twitched slightly.

  "It's no use asking her, even if you ask, it's all in vain. She's not from our line of work, she doesn't understand our hardships and tears at all." Xiaoyu curled up her lips.

  "What's going on here?" I stared at Xiao Yu in surprise. "How did I not know that making desserts could also kill 360?"

  "Aren't we all just doing free art temp work?" She stared at me with a black line, "So you forgot that you're actually still an amateur illustrator, huh?"

  "Oh, it's been a long time since I drew." I suddenly realized, and the next second I felt a bit down, "It's been several days since I saw Xiao Qiao, I miss him."

  "Huh, really?!" Hae-sak and Little Feather exclaimed in unison.

  I was taken aback by their excited reaction, but I explained the reason: "Really, although I can draw him, I haven't hugged him, and even if I had, it wouldn't have worked. I still couldn't estimate his three dimensions, so I need to see the real person and take his measurements, otherwise the work uniform size..."

  "Really?"

  The conversation was cut off by Xiaoyu's loud shout, but she didn't continue, instead reverting to her self-destructive state. Meanwhile, Hakuren continued to meditate with her eyes closed.

  I fell silent for a moment before deciding to continue thinking about Qiao's combat suit, then...

  "Ayao~"

  Qiao stood in front of me with her hands clasped together, looking a bit constrained, her eyebrows and eyes cast downward, her cheeks slightly flushed, and her gaze like water. On her jet-black smooth short hair, she wore a pair of fluffy pink cat ears, and below that was a black-and-white maid outfit, the white apron's lace trim circling around and around. Further down were snow-white knee-high socks.

  "Good... cute... ah..." My nose suddenly felt hot and I fainted directly.

  "Sparkle! Sparkle!"

  I opened my eyes and saw Xiao Yu and Hai Yan in front of me with tense faces. I shook my head and asked, "What's wrong?"

  "What's wrong with you? You were just drawing normally, then suddenly started laughing foolishly for no reason and hit your head on the table, passing out." Haiying frowned at me.

  I let out a sound and quietly covered the painting paper under my arm completely.

  Xiaoyu suddenly shrieked: "Yaoyao, your nose is bleeding!"

  I casually touched my nose, saw the deep red bloodstains on my index finger, and was stunned for a moment: "Ah, it's really blood..." Then I fainted again.

  I don't know how long it's been, but I weakly opened my eyes again to see Xiao Yu and Haiying looking at my drawing. Okay, they're already used to me fainting from blood loss, so it's normal that they're not worried, quietly pulling out a tissue to cover my nose as I headed to the bathroom.

  When they came back, they had already put down their paintings and were leaning against the back of the chair, their postures unintentionally a bit stiff.

  "Yao Yao," Haiying looked at me with a complex expression, poking the painting on the table with her hand, "Is this the reason you've been having nosebleeds?"

  I took a glance at Cheng Qiao, who was wearing a maid costume on the paper, and nodded with great sadness. The other book friends were watching: This is still my first time to be infatuated to the point of seeing blood, and I'm the first person in our group of close friends, it's really damaging my wise image.

  Xiao Yu gave him a look that said "you can't teach an old dog new tricks": "You're actually able to draw this, you really are bold and skilled."

  The technique was praised, and I humbly said: "No, it's mainly because the characters are good at performing."

  "Speaking of which, what exactly do you think Xiao Qiao is? A once-in-a-thousand-years ultimate bottom?" Xiaoyu let out a long sigh. "We're stuck in the middle and it's like we're being abused."

  "Hey, don't worry, take your time. Let's just observe and see how Xiao Qiao performs. Occasionally, we'll give it a little push."

  Xiao Yu blinked and her eyes sparkled with a hint of curiosity: "Yao Yao, you look like you're deep in thought... what are you thinking about? Are you not considering Xiao Qiao as the ultimate bottom?"

  "Huh? Oh, I was still thinking about Xiao Qiao's size problem. However, I didn't think of him as a once-in-a-lifetime, extraordinary little bottom," Looking at Xiao Yu's hopeful face, I clenched my fist and said seriously, "It should be an extreme, seductive beauty young man instead."

  She let out a suppressed sigh and silently pulled Haiying up.

  "Are you leaving just like this?" I asked in surprise, "The rice cakes are still not frozen solid yet."

  She gazed at me with a hint of resentment: "I've lost my appetite."

  "What about you, Sakura?"

  "I'm in the mood, but I don't really feel like eating wood ear fungus," she thought for a moment, "Next time remember to make mango for me."

  “……”

  Two minutes later, the three of us stood at the entrance of the dessert shop, basking in the scorching sunlight that could dry a person out, while gazing at the bustling scene across from us.

  I've always been puzzled, why do people always talk about fate, as if without it, they wouldn't be human but just a dog or cat. It's well-known that encountering each other is fate, getting to know each other is also fate, and understanding each other even more so is great fate. What's meant by "hundreds of years of cultivation to share the same boat" and "thousands of years of cultivation to share the same pillow" isn't it that without fate intervening, we'd just be passersby A, B, and C? With fate, it would pour a bucket of dog blood from head to toe, then blur the soy sauce in our hands.

  In the end, fate is a concept that is so illusory and abstract. After peeling away the layers, it's just a non-materialistic term born from destiny. That's right, destiny. I've never believed in fate, only in destiny. Because it's predetermined whether you're a mammal or an insect this lifetime, whether you'll live to be 100 or die young from some disease, who you'll meet and fall in love with, who you'll hate... no matter what happens, it's all your own destiny.

  Often see the male and female protagonists, or the male and female supporting characters in TV dramas, when their careers are severely damaged or they are emotionally betrayed, standing in the heavy rain, facing the gloomy sky and shouting loudly: "I don't believe in fate! I want to resist! I want to have a life that belongs to me!" I'm puzzled, don't they know that shouting like this is also predetermined by fate?

  But the most mysterious thing about fate is its vast and complex structure and unpredictability, with surprises and shocks on every twist and turn, which always seem to overturn your own naive plans. Although I have been adhering to the motto "since it has come, then be content with it", I still can't accept this fate that has been overturned so thoroughly at this moment.

  I said I would never see He Mochen again.

  But now that person is standing opposite, and also his girlfriend who is dressed quite coolly beside him.

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  Recommend a good friend's work, and see how Sesame Aunt will abuse a hot-blooded teenager into a god, like it and don't forget to collect one haha

  [bookid==《The Original Lock》]