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Han Zhou looked embarrassed, knowing very well that this issue could no longer be avoided. Noila Mo's long-standing tolerance did not mean that the other party didn't mind. He could not ignore the other party's feelings again and again. Even if he pointed out everything, it would be better than continuing to escape. .
"sorry."
He thought for a long time and found that this was the only thing he could say.
"You want to say that you know you are wrong, but you still continue to do it, right?" Noila Mo glanced at him, her tone was normal, and her emotions could not be heard.
After a moment of silence, Han Zhou smiled bitterly and said, "You know, I can't lose Guzheng, and I can't lose you either."
"I don't know." Noila Mo didn't want to pay attention to him, "You'd better not always think that I am so powerful."
"So am I not telling you personally?" Han Zhou spoke cautiously, for fear of making the other party unhappy.
Even though she may have been upset.
Seeing that the other party was still silent, he took a deep breath: "I don't want to quibble. Just like you said, I am indeed a very greedy person, and I am also the insatiable kind, so I will never allow me to see important things." The ending of people leaving me, for this I will use all means, even if..."
"Even what?" Noila Mo glanced at him.
"I don't know either..." Han Zhou shook his head hesitantly, "I originally wanted to hold your thigh and beg you, but I know this will definitely be useless to you."
Noila Mo sighed: "How will you know if you don't try?"
"Please?"
"No, hold my thigh."
Han Zhou: "..."
He looked helpless, but he was secretly relieved. Mo Yixia was still in the mood to joke, which meant that she was not really angry.
The two were silent for a moment, and Noila Mo suddenly said: "You can obviously make a request to me that I can't refuse, why don't you use this request to make me agree to your harem dream?"
"How could I force you to agree?" Han Zhou said angrily, "And didn't you use the conditions I owe you to force me to only choose to be with you?"
During the time they spent together during the summer vacation, he and Noila Mo owed each other a request, but he never thought of using this request, especially after he found out that he fell in love with Noila Mo.
If possible, he wanted to leave this request until the end.
Of course, another reason why he left this request was to guard against any undue demands that Mo Yixia might make.
Mo Yixia glanced at him and said confidently: "That's because I am confident about this matter. You will eventually choose me. It is not worthwhile to use your request here."
"Then you are indeed very confident..."
Han Zhou really didn't know what kind of expression to show, because his thoughts were equally firm, which meant that Noila Mo's confidence would inevitably be dashed.
"Confidence is an advantage, isn't it?" Noila Mo said.
"I didn't say it was a shortcoming either."
"But the look in your eyes tells me that if I am too confident now, I will definitely be disappointed in the future."
"..."
Seeing that Han Zhou did not deny it, Noila Mo looked up at the fallen leaves floating in the wind and said calmly: "I always think that disappointment comes from expectations. If you don't expect, there will be no disappointment. In that case, you will be worried It’s also true.”
Han Zhou didn't know how to answer.
Mo Yixia expects all of his love, while he expects all of his love. There is an irreconcilable contradiction between the two, and his expectations are destined to become Mo Yixia's disappointment.
However, Noila Mo also has a weakness that is not a weakness, that is, she never imposes expectations on others.
He won't act coquettishly, won't force him, and won't beg. It's clear that just saying "The only one I can hope for in return is you" can make a scumbag feel extremely guilty, and even cause him to be strongly shaken by it, but She never thought of doing this.
"Since he still likes other girls, then I will find a way to make him like me more, and make myself like him more, until he loves me far more than he loves other girls, so that he will always choose me in the end. Bar?"
Give a more passionate love in exchange for a deeper like, until you can no longer live without it——
Han Zhou thought many times that maybe this was what Mo Yixia meant by "creating an avalanche".
What she wants is not to open the Shura field again and again to force him to make a choice, but to return to the way we got along with each other at the beginning of our acquaintance, exchanging likes for likes. If I like you more, then you like me. It should also be one more point.
If every falling snowflake represents a new level of love, then the old snow mountain will eventually be covered with new snow. If you try to create turmoil, it will gradually melt and collapse, and the new falling snowflakes will condense into new ones. The snow-capped mountains become more solid and taller among the snowflakes that never stop falling, until a heart is completely filled.
The new snow mountain will never collapse because the snowflakes used to build it will keep falling.
"Then like me more, to the point where you become obsessed with me, rely on me, can't live without me anymore, and will never like anyone else again."
To be honest, it's a very childish idea.
It was so naive that it was simply not something someone like Noila Mo could come up with, but she still did it.
Han Zhou didn't know if his guess was correct, but if it was true, his guilt for this girl would only become deeper.
After all, the other party never forced him to do anything, but he had to force the other party to satisfy his shameless expectations and wishes and share the person he liked with another girl.
"Mr. scumbag, can you tell me what you are thinking about?"
When his heart seemed to be gripped and his mind was filled with complicated thoughts, Mo Yixia's cold voice suddenly rang in his ears.
He didn't feel much before, but it was only at this moment that Han Zhou realized that Mo Yixia's tone today was obviously gentler than before. Even when she said "Mr. Scumbag", her tone was more teasing than angry.
The other party has been deliberately taking care of his emotions from the beginning.
Even if the person being cared for is thinking about how to do something to make him feel sorry for himself.
Han Zhou opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. Thousands of words turned into a heavy "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry..." Noila Mo made a listening gesture, "Like where?"
"A lot of places, sorry."
"That's it..."
Noila Mo cast her gaze into the distance and did not pursue the topic. Instead, she asked, "Did you just say in your heart that I was naive?"
Han Zhou was stunned for a moment, perhaps because he was so surprised that his depressed mood was reduced a bit: "You can't really read minds, can you?"
Noila Mo rolled her eyes at him and sighed: "If that were really the case, I wouldn't have fallen in love with you in the first place."
"Then how did you see it..."
Noila Mo didn't answer and asked instead: "Have you guessed what I meant by what I said on the snow mountain before?"
"……Um."
"Since you guessed it, it's not surprising that you think I'm naive."
Noila Mo seemed to smile, "To be honest, sometimes I feel naive."
The autumn wind suddenly picked up, blowing up the girl's waist-length hair, her skirt fluttering, and large tracts of fallen leaves flying, but miraculously none of them fell on her.
"In fact, until now, I still don't understand what kind of emotion 'like' is, but I am sure that I like you. It is really incomprehensible... If the college entrance examination requires a definition of like, then I will definitely not be able to obtain it. Good results."
Han Zhou was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, you won't take this exam in the college entrance examination."
"But I still want to learn." Noila Mo turned to look at him, "Just before the college entrance examination."
"Then I can't teach you..."
"Did I say I would learn from you?" She said calmly.
Han Zhou's expression changed.
Seeing his nervous and dull expression, the girl smiled as if she had succeeded in teasing him, "I lied to you."
The wind stopped at some point. She pulled up the hair scattered around her ears and spoke softly.
"Of course it's you, and it can only be you."
Han Zhou was about to speak when he saw Noila Mo suddenly rubbing her hands in a pretentious manner and sighing in a distressed tone: "It's so cold. If I had known, I would have put on more clothes and come out."
As he spoke, he looked down at the nails on his right hand in a daze.
Han Zhoufu was so deep in his heart that he had never felt that his mind was so flexible before. He immediately grasped the left hand that the other party had just lowered.
It feels delicate, smooth, and slightly cool.
"Is it still cold?"
"Cold." Noila Mo immediately stopped looking at her nails.
"Then let me give you my coat?"
"No, I'm wearing a dress. Just put my hands into your pants."
"Pants pocket?"
"No, crotch."
Han Zhou: "..."
He held the girl's hand and stuffed it into his coat pocket.
The two of them didn't speak anymore and walked on the deserted street without saying a word.
On weekend afternoons, both cafes and milk tea shops are full of people. Through the transparent glass doors and windows, you can vaguely see the scene inside.
Young men and women were sitting by the window, holding steaming cups of coffee in their hands, chatting or meditating. Occasionally they looked out the window, looking at the loving couple outside the window with a smile.
What a perfect match, they thought.
"Han Zhou, do you think that in other people's eyes, we look like a couple?"
"of course."
"What if we don't hold hands, but just walk side by side?"
"Like."
"What if instead of shoulder to shoulder, we stand further apart?"
"Still looks like it."
"Then if we were separated by a street, a school, and a city, would we still look like a couple?"
"It looks like." Han Zhou subconsciously clenched the hand in his pocket, as if the other person would run away, "It has to be similar even though it doesn't look like it."
"That……"
Noila Mo turned to look at him, pain and sadness flashed in her eyes, "...Why aren't we together yet?"
Han Zhou was stunned, and a feeling of panic suddenly arose in his heart. In the past, Noila Mo would never be so sentimental. Could it be that she suddenly said so many words because she wanted to...
"Pfft!"
Noila Mo suddenly laughed out loud and said in a brisk tone, "It's better to scare you, lest you think I'm not important one day."