As Yesterday - Chapter 47

After a long time, Liu Ci said: “I didn’t expect it.”

I didn’t expect you to be in this situation, and I didn’t expect you to be so sad.

Such He Yu, like He Yu who coughed so hard that night, is He Yu who is hard to see in Liu Ci.

Everyone has many faces and faces different people.

He Yu’s polyhedron is always the same when facing others, which makes people feel that she is always brilliant.

The opposite of fire is water, which is the opposite of He Yu.

In the watery night, there was a shadow of curtains floating on the ceiling being blown by the wind. For a moment, Liu Ci felt that she thought she was back to sixteen years old, back to the time when she was sixteen years old with He Yu.

She stretched out her hand and dragged He Yu into the tent. They fell together on the shortly laid eiderdown duvet. It felt soft and the tent smelled of nylon cloth. The moonlight shook because of this collision. He Half of Yu Yu’s leg was still outside, Liu Ci hugged her and said to He Yu in the dark—

sorry.

sorry.

When you were most sad, I was not by your side.

People have different ideas at each stage. Young people are dizzy by the stones thrown by fate, and refuse to have them. For that little self-esteem, they tell themselves that it is right to do so.

Certain feelings are depressed, unwilling to admit defeat, unwilling to lower their heads, but after all they can’t resist the wind and waves of time, hit the rocks, and fall apart when they are willing to think, admit, and bow their heads.

Liu Ci felt that she was too complicated. She was a tasteless dark drink, the ups and downs of the ups and downs, and she refused to settle.

At this moment, she became more aware of the importance of He Yu to herself. She loved He Yu and has never changed since she was a child.

I love everything about her, and hate everything about her. Love and hate have been entangled for many years. In the end, I can’t escape the inertia, and I can’t escape her fear.

They have been absent for the most important ten years of each other’s lives, and they still think that each other is doing well, but that is just self-deception of each other.

He Yu was hugged strongly by Liu Ci, and she was in a daze for a moment. In fact, she hadn’t hugged anyone for a long time. After Lian Xiaoli chose to cut her wrists, she was even a little afraid of some intimate contact.

But the inevitable handshake in daily communication, the inevitable hooking of the shoulders, and this is also He Yu’s label, if it is a cold-hearted He Yu, it is not her.

Active willow poems are too rare. She takes a trace from her memories, and it is difficult to find a willow poem willing to embrace her actively.

Pushed her away many times.

Liu Ci’s voice was a little trembling, and she choked with a depressed mood. Her lips leaned against He Yu’s ear, and the voice came to He Yu’s ear with the hot and humid breathing.

The faint voice in the left ear can be heard in the silent night.

He Yu closed her eyes and hugged Liu Ci with her backhand. After all, she rolled into the tent, into the emotional space they had squeezed for years.

“why are you crying.”

He Yu was a little helpless, “What’s up with you, you will be very busy, very hard, I am not much bigger than you.”

Liu Ci’s legs were pressed on her body, there was no weight at all, the skeleton was small, the flesh was small, and it was light and fluttering.

“It’s different, I always feel I owe Lian Xiaoli.” When Liu Ci said, He Yu stretched out his hand and patted the moon lamp, and the dim yellow light fell down, showing the tear-stained face of Liu Ci.

“You came back again.” He Yushun turned off the night light outside. She unceremoniously got into the bed and dragged Liu Ci down. “You don’t owe her, your mother’s business is over. ,that’s all.”

The repressive power of morality is always more important for kind people. Liu Ci fought against them for several years, and after all, he just put himself in another level of prison.

“You won’t be sorry to me,” He Yu grabbed Liu Ci’s hand and covered the quilt. She sighed, “I chose to do many things, and the consequences were originally what I had to bear. It has nothing to do with you. Besides, I am not your responsibility either.”

“What about Lian Xiaoli!”

Liu’s words blurted out.

“I have done my best.”

He Yu turned over and turned his back to Liu Ci, “For her, I have fulfilled my friend’s responsibility. I have a clear conscience for the love of my classmates and the friendship of my neighbors. She blackmailed me and kidnapped me when it came to love. I sympathize with her, but this is not the reason she used to blackmail me.”

She still suppressed her voice, appearing low and dumb in the dark.

This sentence is correct, but Liu Ci felt that He Yu didn’t want to open up. If she was really so open-minded, how could she be afraid of… fear of love.

Liu Ci hugged He Yu from behind, and He Yu sighed, “Why are you so nauseous.”

He laughed again, “I didn’t see that you are so clingy.”

Liu Ci: “There are so many things you don’t know.”

He Yu: “No, we haven’t seen each other for so many years. I don’t know how many relationships you have had, how much money you made, or what happened to you…”

The rush of time is a lot of unfamiliar things, but familiarity seems lonely because of the memory bonus mixed in it.

“If you want to hear, I will tell you.” Liu Ci whispered.

He Yu: “I don’t have to talk about it in the middle of the night, or I might be absent from work until dawn.”

There was a joke in her voice, as if the sadness just swept away.

This is He Yu’s greatest strength, her unhappiness is very short-lived.

Unlike Liu Ci, happiness is too short, but unhappy but the shelf life expires.

“Go to sleep.”

He Yu turned around, reached out and touched Liu Ci’s hair, pinning her hair behind her ears as she did when she was a child.

“Hair is so long, I always remember short hair.”

Liu Ci: “So are you.”

He Yu: “I am long and short.”

The moon light was completely turned off after three shots, and He Yu soon fell asleep.

There was a mess in Liu Ci’s mind. She wanted to say like and love to He Yu, but she didn’t dare now.

When I came back, I missed it, and it was a passing time. She was born pessimistic, and even her confession was like confession before death.

She speaks loudly about love for herself, but for He Yu, she dare not.

He Yu said she was afraid.

It’s so strange that He Yu, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, actually said that she was afraid of love.

…

When Liu Ci woke up the next day, Hong Lanwen came back.

She got out of the tent, Hong Lanwen had just changed her shoes from the hallway, and she saw the head popping out of the tent, and she said, “Is Xiao Ci awake?”

When Liu Ci looked at the time, it was almost eleven.

“He Yu told me not to call you up for breakfast. Are you hungry?”

Hong Lanwen asked Liu Ci. Liu Ci was wearing He Yu’s pajamas. It was also in that messy style. There were many patterns of butter on it, so green that it hurts people’s brains.

“Not very hungry.”

Liu Ci stepped on the slippers to brush her teeth. She still looked as though she was not asleep.

“When did you go to bed? He Yu also nodded his clothes in the morning.”

“forget…”

Liu Ci brushed her teeth, thinking that she would go to the hotel to get things today. She was washing up and chatting with Hong Lanwen.

This kind of daily life is very far away from her. Since Liu Yu moved out and Haoyuan has gone to school, she has no such life.

However, the children of the Liu family also regarded her as their elders, and they were always afraid to make jokes.

He Yu didn’t come back to eat at noon. In the afternoon, Liu Ci went out and her assistant called her and said that everything was almost packed.

There is another preaching of the new book in a well-known university in city b. Before Liu Ci was very resistant to this kind of occasion, but now it is a little better, and people can’t escape the general trend.

The new book Liu Ci, which is being serialized, is not updated quickly. She always overturns her previous remarks, deletes, deletes, and revises. The characters created are worth digging deeply. After gradually becoming popular, comrades blossom everywhere.

She occasionally visits.

She is usually boring and boring, and she doesn’t like to interact with readers too often. Instead, she prefers some book reviews or role essays posted by readers on the Internet.

It is her personal feeling that the author is the closest distance to the reader.

Recently, the filming of a previous work has been finished, and it has been published and popularly searched. The original fan is dissatisfied with the casting, and it is always Aiteliu’s words under the official blog.

In the afternoon, Xiao Chen accompanied Liu Ci in the hotel to collect things and sort out the manuscript and mentioned this matter.

Liu Ci watched the writers on the screen come out and were beaten without making any comments.

Her Weibo is rarely updated, most of which are advertisements for new books. The circle has always regarded her as an example of high coldness. Occasionally, in live chats between authors, people sometimes ask Liu Ci, saying that Liu Da is very busy.

City b has developed rapidly in recent years. Although it is not the provincial capital, many small activities are also held here.

In the afternoon, Liu Ci made a connection with the main board for work. When he came back, he saw many of her old TV shows on the bus stop sign.

A fantasy drama, one of the least famous of Liu Ci’s early works, but because of her own popularity, many people went back to fill it up, and the rating was rising.

Liu Ci sat in the car and watched some actors and actresses in the film and television on the pad, major creators, and some art official accounts also followed the hot spots. After only the preview and the first two episodes, the art direction of the show was issued.

The original painting settings are also released.

The preparation of the original paintings for this kind of work is preliminary work, and the people are usually finalized and signed a confidentiality agreement very early.

She saw someone exaggerating the design among a bunch of people who forwarded it. The style of painting was very hard, and Liu didn’t understand well, but the conceptual design of the human setting did make her feel satisfied.

The dissatisfaction of the original fans has nothing to do with the original paintings, they are all actors.

How does the paperman overlap with the actors? No matter which work comes out, it must be slaughtered.

It is also said that Liu Ci is a stepmother who sells her children casually for money.

How can a group of fresh meat support such a magnificent worldview?

She looked at the concept draft several times, and the memory of creating it too long ago emerged. Instead, she felt that the team was very careful, and many details were considered.

Click to view the full text, and unexpectedly saw He Yu’s Weibo id in the Aite list.

She clicked on He Yu’s homepage, and He Yu just reposted it, she said—

I did it a few years ago, but I didn’t expect the child to actually give birth. It’s a great exercise for me. @藏青原野Official Weibo: The first episode and the second episode have already been broadcast. Today I will show you our early episodes. Concept draft…

Liu Ci didn’t know how to describe his current mood.

She thought that He Yu was not interested in these at all, but she didn’t expect that the other party had not only seen it, but also participated in such work.

It seems that there is a feeling that some of my own mind is being spied on.

Someone commented on He Yu’s Weibo—

@可可芭蕾不了: Which role does the wife like the most in the original? I have read this book several times without understanding it.

He Yuhui: “Like Ji Nanfeng, the growth line is very good, especially the fighting scenes when I brushed the copy of the martial arts. This person writes supernaturally behind, but I don’t like it that much.”

Willow’s words: “…”

I don’t think you like anything.

She withdrew, intending to continue to slide, and gave this one a thumbs-up when she didn’t pay attention to her sliding.

She posted advertisements on her Weibo eight times a year. The last time she posted her Weibo was because of illness. Readers forgave her for stopping. In the past, there was no record of likes at all. Now suddenly there is one. Fans are eager to move and kill He Yu. Weibo.

Just after the meeting, He Yu made a cup of coffee and stood at the station for a while, but the phone buzzed, and the deputy supervisor of the station next door glanced at her—

“What’s the situation, you burst?”

The author has something to say: Thank you for catching the bugs for me… If I have time, I will change it together, otherwise the prompt will be very annoying.

Don’t sigh… The sweet text I chose on the label, believe me!