Chūn Guāng Zhèn Hái Zài Chūn Guāng Zhèn Hái Zài (52)

  One meter one flower one book one warehouse one what?

  "It's not that...", I scratched my head in distress, "it's just that I like someone else, but they don't like me."

  Half a day passed and I didn't hear him respond at all.

  "You're one to talk, what's wrong with me?"

  Suddenly the car body tilted to one side, Fu An Dong accelerated to change lanes to the right, I almost crashed into the right side window.

  "Fu Andong, how can you be so lacking in quality? You're actually tailgating. The terrible traffic in our city is all caused by unscrupulous drivers like you who have no driving skills."

  "He narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment before saying: 'You're okay, you look decent, you're fairly smart, your family has money, and the conditions are good.'"

  I listened with some pride: "That's it."

  "But, you have a bad temper, like to throw tantrums, and are also very stubborn. You often talk big but never think about the consequences of your actions, as long as someone is there to help you out. You're spoiled, immature, and have a short attention span. Do you remember when you were in junior high and learned how to dance for a week, then said you wanted to learn guitar, and later switched to sketching? You never stick with anything until you've mastered it. Who's the unlucky person who's caught your eye this time?"

  "The more I listen, the more depressed I become: '...This time it's not just hot blood, I'm telling you, Pei An Dong, from childhood to adulthood, I've never liked someone this much, I'm very serious.' I expressed my seriousness to him in a sincere tone."

  He seemed to have thought for a long time, raised his hand to open the car audio, "Listen to my speaker, Alipay's, the effect is particularly good."

  I don't care if his sound system is Alpine or Avenger, "Will I be more likable if I grow up a bit?"

  He turned his head to look at me, and his tone was quite serious: "If I really liked you, those things wouldn't matter."

  "The problem is he doesn't like me now," I lowered my head, "and besides, he has a girlfriend. The things you just mentioned that I don't have, she does."

  Fan An Dong stretched out his hand and patted my head: "What are you thinking, hurry up and retreat, girl. You're harming others and yourself."

  I slapped his hand away: "I hate you to death, Fu Andong."

  On Sunday afternoon, I received a call from Lu You. Looking at the caller ID, I really doubted that he had dialed the wrong number.

  He picked up the phone and heard his voice: "Xu Shenshen."