Forced into a romantic relationship

The two quilts were indeed quite warm, not to mention the electric heater on the floor. After sitting in the car all day, Han Zhou soon felt sleepy while lying on the bed and gradually fell asleep.

I don't know when it started to drizzle outside the window. The raindrops tapped on the window, making a ticking sound, like the ticking second hand of a clock.

Han Zhou had a dream.

In his dream, he returned to his childhood, walking on a small path in the mountains with a girl whose face he could not see clearly. The girl was wearing a white dress, with her hands behind her back, walking briskly in front of him, her long black hair swinging, and looking back from time to time to urge him to walk faster.

Han Zhou quickened his pace and couldn't help asking, "Where are we going?"

"Go to the mountains, have you forgotten?"

The girl kept walking and turned back to look at him strangely.

"On the mountain..."

"Yes, didn't we agree to go to the mountains to see the pigeons together?"

"There seems to be something like that."

Dreams are always confusing and illogical. Even though he had no recollection of such a thing, Han Zhou still nodded and followed the girl silently.

As the sun sets, the afterglow of the sunset falls on the girl, making her look like a large white dove.

Along the way, the two saw many sceneries, from the sea of ​​flowers to waterfalls, from the rainforest to the desert. From time to time, they would see rainbows hanging upside down in the sky, wind and fire raging on the sea, and occasionally raindrops suspended in the air into millions of ambers.

Surreal and dreamy.

The short evening seemed to be infinitely stretched, and time froze at the moment when the sunset was about to disappear into the horizon.

"Hurry up, hurry up, if you don't hurry up the pigeon will fly away."

With the girl's constant urging, the two of them walked for an unknown amount of time before finally arriving at the top of a hill covered with grass. The setting sun suddenly became exceptionally huge, with most of it sinking into the sea of ​​clouds, dyeing the sky a bright rose color, and a small part embedded in the top of the mountain, greedily refusing to leave.

In the gradually cooling evening breeze, Han Zhou finally saw the pigeon that the girl had been talking about repeatedly.

Tens of thousands of wings raised a snow-colored tide, and the falling feathers seemed to be burning in the sunset, with red and white intertwined, so dazzling that people could not take their eyes away.

Han Zhou had never seen such a spectacular sight.

He and the girl lay side by side on the lawn. He still couldn't see each other's faces clearly, but he could vaguely smell a faint fragrance, a familiar scent.

The grass was so soft that it felt like lying on a warm bed.

"It's so beautiful."

The girl raised her hand to catch a falling feather and spoke softly.

“It’s really beautiful,” he said.

"How do you like it?"

"like."

"Then next time, can we come here to see the pigeons together? Bring some millet and bread crumbs."

"There are so many pigeons here that a backpack of millet and bread crumbs may not be enough."

Han Zhou smiled and said, "Besides, the next time we come here, these pigeons may not be here anymore."

"Pigeons are resident birds. No matter how far they fly, they will return to their original place. That's why they are used to deliver messages. You told me this."

Did I say that?
Han Zhou couldn't remember such a thing: "Then why were you urging me to walk faster just now?"

"If they don't see anyone waiting for them, resident birds will eventually become migratory birds."

The evening breeze blew the girl's long hair, and the ends of her hair floated onto Han Zhou's face, making his nose a little itchy.

He wanted to speak, but he felt his nose getting more and more itchy, and the familiar fragrance was becoming stronger.

In an instant, the girl and the flock of pigeons disappeared one after another, except for the setting sun, whose light was gradually becoming dim, as if it could be completely extinguished by a single wind.

Han Zhou opened his eyes and saw the faint red light from the electric heater. Outside, the night wind was howling, accompanied by the sound of raindrops hitting the windows.

It was indeed a dream...

He felt a slight sense of loss in his heart, picked up his cell phone and checked the time. It was almost two o'clock in the morning.

The temperature was getting lower and lower, but fortunately the two quilts played their due role, keeping the cold of the winter night out of the bed.

"I actually had such a dream..."

Han Zhou was recalling everything in his dream when he suddenly realized that his nose was still itchy. He lowered his head and noticed that there were a few strands of long hair scattered on the tip of his nose, accompanied by a faint fragrance.

Turning his head and looking along the hair, he saw a girl curled up in the quilt. The two of them were so close that he could even feel each other's breath.

Han Zhou was stunned for a moment, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

...I haven't woken up yet?

wrong!

He sat up suddenly, and the back of his head hit the wooden headboard with a muffled sound. In the faint red light of the electric heater, Wang Lengqiu's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes. His dark pupils were like obsidian immersed in spring water.

"What's wrong?" she asked softly.

I was about to ask what happened... Han Zhou was confused and asked nervously, "Senior, why are you in my room?"

"This is my room." Wang Lengqiu corrected seriously.

Han Zhou was choked and immediately shook his head: "But it is my room now, what are you doing running into my bed so late at night?"

Wang Lengqiu was a little confused: "Didn't you say we'll meet tomorrow?"

"What does this have to do with you being in my bed?"

"It's tomorrow now," she said.

Han Zhou: "..."

He took a deep breath, his expression suddenly turned serious: "Even if it's tomorrow, we can't meet in bed. Go back to your room, or I can go out."

He took a look at the quilt wrapped around Wang Lengqiu and thought to himself that it was no wonder that there were two quilts in the room but the other party sent another one over. It turned out that it was prepared for him in advance.

But fortunately, she didn't crawl into his bed, which shows that this guy still has some sense of propriety.

"Are you not happy?"

Seeing Han Zhou's ugly expression, Wang Lengqiu sat up, and his empty eyes finally showed some emotions: "I just want to stay with you for a while... I'm sorry."

She lowered her head slightly, like a child who had made a mistake.

It must be said that this girl really had a very foul face. Seeing such an expression, how could Han Zhou be angry? He sighed and said, "I don't blame you, but no matter what, it's wrong for you to sneak into my room at night. You can come to see me during the day."

Wang Lengqiu didn't look up, her long hair hanging down, blocking her expression: "But you are almost always with them during the day, I don't know when to go find you."

She seldom showed her emotions, and there was no blame or disappointment in her tone, but the more she did this, the more uncomfortable Han Zhou felt.

He couldn't argue.

When there are many people around, Wang Lengqiu is mostly like a bystander. Now that she thinks about it, maybe it’s not that she wants to be a bystander, but that there is no place for her around him.

He remembered that when they first knew each other, Wang Lengqiu often came to see him, and they even went to Qingyuan Square together to feed pigeons, but in the end he ignored him and was asked not to bother him again.

Han Zhou was silent for a long time, and then said, "Senior sister, I think you should know that I only regard you as a friend, just a friend. I already have someone I like."

He understood that if he didn't want anyone to get hurt any more, what he had to do now was to cut the Gordian knot and never give this girl any more expectations.

Wang Lengqiu's way of thinking is unique and too persistent. Only the cruelest rejection can cut off all her thoughts.

Seeing that the girl didn't say anything, he continued, "If we had any agreement in the past, you can tell me and I will try my best to satisfy you. But I'm sorry, I can't respond to you emotionally. If you insist on crossing the line, then we may not even be friends in the future."

This was quite harsh, but a short pain is worse than a long one. This girl shouldn't be trapped in the past, nor should she be tied to herself. I thought Wang Lengqiu would fall into sadness, but that was not the case. She just raised her head and looked at me with an ambiguous look.

"I know."

Han Zhou breathed a sigh of relief. The other party's emotions were much more stable than he had imagined: "I know..."

However, before he could finish, the girl continued, "I don't mind you being with other people."

As soon as the words fell, Gu Zheng, who had been eavesdropping outside the door for a long time, immediately widened her eyes and almost punched the door. Fortunately, she controlled herself in time, otherwise she would have been discovered by the two people in the room.

When Gu Zheng woke up, she found that Wang Lengqiu was missing. She immediately had a bad feeling and went out to look for him.

After searching everywhere in vain, she quickly realized that the man might have sneaked into Han Zhou's room. When she was about to enter the house to catch him, she happened to hear Han Zhou's firm rejection outside the door.

When Han Zhou seriously expressed that he already had someone he liked, Gu Zheng was naturally in a very good mood, with her eyes curved into crescents. But when the other party said, "Maybe we won't even be friends in the future," the smile on her face immediately faded.

Senior Wang Lengqiu has liked and waited for Han Zhou for nearly ten years. This feeling is naturally not fake. Moreover, in terms of time, the other party is actually Han Zhou's true childhood sweetheart, and she is just a latecomer. Guzheng is certainly happy that Han Zhou can firmly choose her, but if she cruelly denies Senior Wang Lengqiu's feelings, it will obviously be too unfair to her.

Guzheng is a competitive person, but to be fair, if it were her, she might not be able to hold on to something she loves for ten years.

Because of this, she had no ill feelings towards her love rival Wang Lengqiu. On the contrary, she felt some heartache and admiration for him.

If it had been the right time, perhaps everything would have been different.

Of course, no matter how much she feels sorry for him, she will never give Han Zhou to anyone else, so she has more of a complex feeling of mutual respect for this love rival. Whether she wins or loses in the future, she will not have any complaints.

Of course, she didn't think she would lose.

In fact, she had long realized that the guy named Mo Yixia was her biggest rival in love. He was able to develop a deep relationship with Han Zhou in such a short period of time. This kind of rival in love was the most terrifying.

Gu Zheng was not afraid of any love rival, but she had only thought of the two results of losing and winning. She had never thought of the option of a draw, and she could not accept this option. Therefore, when Wang Lengqiu said this, which was equivalent to accepting a draw, she suddenly felt very angry.

This girl is really mistreating herself too much.

No matter how long the wait is, or how passionate the love is, you should not treat the relationship with such a humble attitude.

No one in this world is indispensable.

Even if you are destined not to be together, at the moment of separation, whether you cry or laugh, you should hold your head up proudly.

Shaking her head, Guzheng continued to eavesdrop by sticking to the door. She wanted to see what Han Zhou's attitude was.

In the room, Han Zhou looked dazed, obviously also shocked by Wang Lengqiu's words, but he finally shook his head firmly and said seriously: "But I mind."

"do you mind?"

Wang Lengqiu tilted his head, confusion flashing in his eyes, "But you are not..."

"Senior."

Han Zhou interrupted her and said in a gentle and persuasive way, "You have your own life. You can live well even without me for the past ten years, right?"

He didn't know that Gu Zheng was eavesdropping outside the door, so he didn't interrupt intentionally to cover up something, but because he didn't want Wang Lengqiu to hang himself on this tree. Only later did he realize that this decision saved his life.

"No." Wang Lengqiu shook his head in objection.

Han Zhou also felt a little reluctant. Wang Lengqiu had not had a good life in recent years, so he continued, "What I mean is that you may need to re-examine your heart. Your future does not necessarily have to include me. You are very good, and there are many people in this world who are better than me."

“I check myself every day.”

Wang Lengqiu looked into his eyes and for the first time said the words he had wanted to say for a long time.

"I miss you."

The rain outside the window suddenly intensified, and the frequency of raindrops hitting the window became faster, disrupting the originally stable rhythm.

There was almost no fluctuation in her tone, and what she said were clearly just some simple words, but an extremely turbulent emotion rushed into Han Zhou's heart like a tsunami, weighing on his chest.

His Adam's apple rolled twice, he took a deep breath, and said patiently: "Senior sister, have you ever thought that what you like is actually just the me of the past, but people will change, maybe I am no longer the person you like, you don't need to trap yourself in the past."

Memory will add a filter to everything in the past, making the good things better and the bad things worse. This is true for people and even more so for feelings.

It is also because of this that Bai Yueguang is almost impossible to be defeated by anyone, even if Bai Yueguang himself comes many years later, it will be difficult to defeat him.

Maybe this girl just regards herself as a false white moonlight.

“The past doesn’t hold me back.”

Wang Lengqiu shook his head gently, and there seemed to be some different emotions in his empty eyes, "You have always been the way I like you."

These simple words seem to have more impact than a passionate confession.

Han Zhou opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say for a moment. After a long while, he said, "Senior, thank you for your love, but love is a matter between two people. I don't like you, and I can't like you."

"I know."

Wang Lengqiu hesitated for a moment, then carefully reached out his hand and gently smoothed his frown, "It's okay. If you don't like it, then don't like it. No one will blame you."

The moment her brows were smoothed, she seemed to have the courage to express her feelings again and spoke softly.

"Even if you don't like me, I still like you."

Han Zhou lowered his head and did not speak for a long time. He felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, heavy.

To be honest, after nearly ten years of waiting and such an almost stubborn confession, even a stone would be moved, but he had to remain hard-hearted.

As if she saw his embarrassment, Wang Lengqiu didn't say anything more. There was no look of disappointment at being rejected on her face. Instead, she was worried about the other person's emotions and carefully helped him pull the quilt up.

The sound of rain outside the house gradually became fainter, as if it would stop soon.

After a long while, she asked aloud, "Are you still unhappy?"

Han Zhou lowered his head and did not answer.

The next second, Wang Lengqiu's voice continued to ring in his ears: "Will you not be unhappy as long as I leave?"

Han Zhou suddenly raised his head and the girl in front of him tried hard to raise the corners of her mouth, as if trying to force a gentle smile, but failed.

He moved his lips for a long time, but in the end he said nothing.

After a long while, he said, "Senior, take me to see the photos tomorrow."

"No, it's already tomorrow."

He was a little afraid to look into Wang Lengqiu's eyes, and said to himself, "This morning, take me to see that old photo, okay?"

"it is good."

As if he could tell that he was in a bad mood, Wang Lengqiu nodded, stood up and prepared to leave, "Then I'll go back."

Outside the door, Gu Zheng, who heard this, was also ready to leave.

"OK, good night."

"Good night."

Wang Lengqiu walked towards the door, her long hair swaying, and her thin back gradually overlapped with the figure in the white dress in her dream, but her steps were not as brisk as they were then, but rather a little heavy.

"Senior!"

Han Zhou suddenly called her.

Wang Lengqiu stopped and looked back at him: "What's wrong?"

Han Zhou didn't know what was wrong with him. He was silent for a long time before asking, "Do you know whether pigeons are resident birds or migratory birds?"

"I know. It's a resident bird."

(End of this chapter)