The Female Lead Has Disconnected for Eight Years

Yu Zhile hurriedly wiped a few tears, but she still had a strong nasal voice when she said, "I just walked tired, and I have a rest here, you don't have to control me."

Yan Yuanqing stood there for a while, did not make a big movement to make the lights in the corridor light up, walked to Yu Zhile and squatted down.

Yu Zhile turned his head, "Leave me alone."

"I don't care about you, can't I squat here for a while? Don't you squat here too?" Yan Yuanqing played rogue blatantly.

Yu Zhile said nothing, even ignored him, and continued to bury his head between his knees.

"How do you say that some people like to gossip so much? Can they be promoted or can they make money? It hurts others." Yu Zhile saw that Yan Yuanqing didn't walk away and didn't say anything, thinking he either didn't know about her and Yu Zihuan, or She didn't care about their rumors, so she wanted to find resonance. Who knew she didn't hear the echo for a long time, she couldn't help raising her head to see Yan Yuanqing.

"Are you talking to me?" Yan Yuanqing turned back in surprise. "I thought we were two mushrooms growing on the corner of the wall and could not speak."

Yu Zhile rubbed the corner of his mouth silently, and couldn't laugh, but he didn't have the interest of crying either, "It's not funny at all."

Yan Yuanqing laughed himself, and said after the laugh: "The lives of those uncles and aunts are too boring to fade out, the grandchildren and granddaughter are not sensible, and their children are too lazy to talk to them. Can't they deprive them of this fun?"

"Then they can't build happiness on the pain of others, let's say they are entertainment? That is malicious insult!" Yu Zhile could not think that Yan Yuanqing was just like those people. His heart was furious and he stood up and yelled at him. " Other people's affairs are related to their farts, they don't know anything, they just talk nonsense! Don't you have to be forced to die to be willing?"

"Don't stop, keep scolding."

Yu Zhile shouted with a wicked evil fire, some breathless, Yan Yuanqing went forward and patted her on the back, then helped her continue to scold: "A group of **** right and wrong, pretend to It’s shit, and it’s also shit, and there’s no ability to distinguish right from wrong. It’s a natural spectacle for a person to spray a group of people together. It’s a natural spectacle. You can bear it too much. I've already torn my face."

Yu Zhile stared at him dumbfounded, but he could not understand whether he was comforting himself or venting his indignation.

Yan Yuanqing smiled after scolding, "Did you feel better?"

"Have you ever been rumored before?"

Yan Yuanqing shrugged and said, "The situation is not as serious as yours. I was told by the seven aunts and eight aunts that the white-eyed wolf has no conscience or something behind. People on both sides."

"I don't care if this is the case." Yu Zhile felt exhausted after she vented, leaning against the wall and saying, "Do you know what they say about me and Xiaohuan?"

"I know."

"Grandpa Wang told you?"

"That's not true. I listened to a few aunts. My grandfather didn't believe it at all and wanted to stop them from coming."

"It's Grandpa Wang's reason, how could so many people believe such blind rumors?"

"Actually, I believe a little." Yan Yuanqing said very seriously.

Yu Zhile stared at him in surprise, "Do you believe?"

"Yeah." Yan Yuanqing looked at her calmly, and there was no trace of joking in his expression. "I believe you are not a love/child/addiction, but I have no idea if Yu Zihuan has any other thoughts about you."

"What a joke?" Yu Zhile sneered and dismissed Yan Yuanqing's claims. "How old is Xiaohuan? There are so many young girls of the same age around him. Don't put the watery cabbages, can you look at me?"

Yan Yuanqing raised his eyebrows recklessly and suddenly gave a high-five. He laughed, "I just said that, you really take it seriously."

Yu Zhile glanced at him angrily, waved his hand and said goodbye to him, walked up the stairs to think about it, or turned around and said, "Thank you for comforting me."

"Sometimes you have been your boyfriend for a few minutes, this little thing is not enough."

Yan Yuanqing's answer with no skin and no face heard Yu Zhile shaking her head, but she turned around her mouth without a smile.

Yu Zhile was more relaxed because of Yan Yuanqing's gag, and when she returned home to face the empty room alone, she couldn't help thinking.

The first problem that lay on her head was the future source of income. She lost her job in the supermarket and did not know whether she could find a job in the neighborhood. Before publishing the next novel, she sat down to eat. She sat on the sofa for a while, feeling that it was unreliable to think out of imagination, so she found paper and pen to settle the account.

Her previous manuscript fee plus the money left by Yu Zihuan’s grandmother was a little over 70,000 yuan, of which at least 40,000 was left untouched. Yu Zihuan was charged for university tuition fees. Even if she writes slowly, the remaining money The cost of a year and a half is not a problem.

Looking at the number and purpose of the items listed on the paper, Yu Zhile felt a lot of pressure, and looked at it very detailed and well-organized. She decided to write it as a memo and put her fiction website account on the side. Passwords and matters to be contacted by the editors, I also wanted to write some more plans for the future of the novel career to urge myself to run out of paper, so I got up and went to the bedroom desk to get the paper, and the half-written memo was left on the coffee table .

When she came out of the bedroom, Yu Zhile slipped, almost fell at the door, and supported the door frame before she stood firm.

It was at this instant that the lights in the living room and bedroom suddenly went out.

Suddenly, the dark land wrapped around Yu Zhile. She stood up slowly, stiff enough to lift her feet.

Wan Lai is silent, so frighteningly quiet.

Yu Zhile trancely realized what was happening, but still holding weak hope, hope only power outage. She reached out and pressed the switch of the electric light in the living room, and the incandescent lamp lit up with a "Z" sound.

The lights illuminate the furnishings in the living room, still the same sofa, the same coffee table, all the objects are placed in the same way as before she entered the bedroom, but there is an indescribable sense of defeat and decay It seems that in these tens of seconds, the plains are superimposed on the destruction of years.

Yu Zhile didn't dare to show up. She gathered her courage and walked to the coffee table. Sure enough, she didn't see the piece of paper she had left.

She crossed again.

Seeing the situation in the house, it should be worn backwards, but I don't know the specific year.

Yu Zhile rummaged around and did not see anything that could confirm the time.

However, although the furnishings in the house have not changed, it seems that no one has lived here for a long time, and I don’t know how old Yu Zihuan is now, is he studying at university? Still married and have children? Shouldn't he already have his grandson?

Thinking that Yu Zihuan had grown up in the years she had traversed due to a slip, Yu Zhile, who traversed unexpectedly, was still a little sad. I don’t know how she would appear before Yu Zihuan. Weeping because she came back? Or she yelled because she disappeared silently?

Or maybe, living a happy and happy life, I don’t remember or care who she is anymore.

Although the last situation was what Yu Zhile wanted Yu Zihuan to do after she disappeared, but if he really forgot her, and behaved coldly and strangely when he met again, it would make Yu Zhile sad if he thought about it.

Thinking about it this way, Yu Zhile thought it was also an option not to go to Yu Zihuan, so she would keep her memory at the time when the relationship between them was the best, and it would not be sad to recall later.

The sound of the key turning came from outside the door, and Yu Zhile's soul who was traveling outside the sky was called back. When the door opened, she just turned her head and looked at it, hitting the eyes of the person.

The man standing at the door looked in his twenties, tall and tall, wearing a dark blue suit, which made him look like a crown jade and a star. He was holding the door frame, pulling his keys slightly around his waist, but the whole person was still when he looked at Yu Zhile.

Yu Zhile recognized him as Yu Zihuan. All the previous ideas were thrown behind his head, a big smile on his face, and he jumped up to him in a few steps. He could not help but looked up and down curiously. There were many things I wanted to ask, but I didn’t know. Yu Zihuan, who grew up, thought about her and didn't know where to start, so she just kept on cheering, "Xiaohuan grew up."

Yu Zihuan looked at her but didn't seem to know her. He froze for a moment and looked back at Yu Zhile, put the key from the keyhole, put it in his pocket, and took it to the door.

Yu Zhile was hit by his indifferent attitude, and he lowered his head a little, and stopped talking.

"You..." Yu Zihuan entered the house and turned his back to Yu Zhile without looking back. After a pause, he didn't know how to say, "When did you come back?"

"Just now, I slipped at the door of the bedroom, and it's now the time." Yu Zhile noticed that Yu Zihuan should have complained about her sudden disappearance, and she couldn't help but be careful. "That, can tell me now What year was it..."

Yu Zhile didn't finish the talk, and a flower in front of him was embraced by Yu Zihuan who suddenly turned around.

She was instantly surrounded by Yu Zihuan's body mixed with the smell of soap and grass, with the heartbeat of his heart beat like a drum, and his warm but rapid breath behind her neck.

"Do you know how long you disappeared? I searched everywhere, I thought I did something wrong, I thought you abandoned me." Yu Zihuan's voice was much deeper and mellower than when he was 14 or 15 years old , Is no longer a young and thin voice, but the fragility and uneasiness in the words make Yu Zhile even more distressed.

Yu Zhile tried to raise her hand, hugged Yu Zihuan, and found that his wide and solid back was a bit difficult for her to loop, and she was no longer as slim as the little girl.

Yu Zihuan stiffened because of her move, and then hugged her into her arms harder, seemingly satisfied and relieved, she sighed deeply, and the magnetic voice sounded loudly in Yu Zhile's ear, " Forget it, it doesn’t matter. It’s good if you come back, nothing else."