Seventeen

  Xiao Tang saw that she also seemed surprised, and after the two of them were stunned for a moment, Xiao Tang was the first to speak up and ask: "Is Xiao Ye around?" She shook her head but opened the iron gate and let Xiao Tang in, showing him the note. Xiao Tang didn't have any expression, with both hands inserted into his pockets.

  "Are you two really living together? I never thought so." She was stunned and didn't know how to defend herself, only speechless.

  Xiao Tang said, "It seems that this time Xiao Ye has really moved his heart. I even contacted a record company for him in Beijing and everything was settled, but now he suddenly changed his mind and said he didn't want to go. What a strange thing! Hey, since you're his girlfriend, why don't you support him going to Beijing? The music environment there is great, with many opportunities. If Xiao Ye succeeds in Beijing, of course, career comes first, and then his mother won't pressure him to go to Germany anymore."

  What's going on? Why can't she understand a word of what Xiao Tang is saying, yet it seems like there are some clues. Xiao Tang sees her staring blankly with a confused expression and realizes she has no idea what's going on, so he quickly says: "Oh, you don't know anything at all, okay, let's just forget I said anything, I'll go first."

  At the critical moment, she didn't know what to do and had to send Xiao Tang out. Before Xiao Tang left, he said to her: "If I were you, I wouldn't stop him. Even if you're together now, he'll still resent you for delaying his life in the future. When I was good with him, we were also inseparable. I understand him better than you."

  She closed the door and sat weakly at the table, her mind like a hundred atomic bombs exploding in unison, a complete blank. She didn't know how long she had been sitting there when she suddenly jumped up, grabbed her luggage, and ran out the door with only one thought in mind: to leave before he returned.

  Until the long-distance bus slowly started moving, she walked to the empty last row and hid by the window before letting her tears burst out. She never knew she had so many tears, nor did she know why she was crying - was it for that boy named Ye Can Ran? His smile, his sleeping face, his tight grip on her hand, his tight hug, he said he was afraid she would leave, and it turned out what he said was hiding something from her. All of this made her heart ache, the pain was sharp and came from a point in her heart, spreading rapidly to all sides, making her unable to breathe. Why did it hurt so much? Had she really fallen in love with him? Liu Qing said that her eyes had a lot of feeling when looking at him, really? How could she fall in love with someone she had known for only a short month?

  The three-hour drive passed in double physical and mental agony. Standing in front of the door, despite having carefully wiped away tears, she tried her best to hold back, but as soon as she saw her mother, tears fell again. Her mother was startled by her injured and wronged expression, and with a hoarse voice, she sobbed: "Mom, I'm sick."

  Mom hugged her and said, "Xuexue is back home, don't worry, Mom will cure you." Dad also walked over, the silent dad was not good at such sentimental scenes, he just coughed and asked her, "Haven't had dinner yet? Quick, wash your hands and eat." Only then did she smell the fragrance coming from the kitchen, lowered her head, carefully poked out a small head beside Dad's leg, curiously sizing herself up.

  If she hadn't lost her voice, she would have screamed: "Puppy." Rushing over to hug it, it quickly turned around and ran away. Before running away, it even pretended to bare its small white teeth at her.

  Mom helped her bring in the bag while saying, "It was given to your aunt by someone else, but she didn't have time to raise a pet so she gave it to us." Mom called out, "Shuang Shuang." The little dog quickly ran to mom's feet and wagged its white tail like a flower.

  I didn't expect Mom to give the puppy such a name, I thought she was calling herself. At the dinner table, Dad reminded her not to forget to study hard and work diligently at the unit, but speak less. When the holiday arrives, go back. Mom said that Double is not a rare dog, just an ordinary Pekingese, but very gentle and intelligent, understanding everything, and won't really bite people. Sitting opposite Dad and Mom, she smiled comfortably, feeling great to be able to return home. Those previous worries seemed to have been thrown away, and they didn't seem so important after all.