Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 198 The Name of the Story

"You said you were going to school?" Jun Matsueda put down the potato chips in his hand and looked at the girl next to him.

The bedroom was still pitch black, and the light from the screen reflected on the two people's faces, fluctuating like water as the picture changed.

"Ah."

Looking at the smile on his face, Mochizuki Haruka suddenly felt a little subtly uncomfortable. She stopped looking at the boy's hateful smile and looked back at the screen.

The huge ship collapsed, causing waves in the center of the boundless Black Sea. A young man and woman struggled on the sea and found a small sampan.

She stretched her hand to the side, but didn't touch the bag of potato chips. The girl waved her five fingers in the air to express her confusion.

Matsueda Jun handed over the bag of potato chips and asked, "Have you made up your mind?"

"Isn't it all the same whether you've thought it through or not?" Mochizuki Yao licked the powder off his hands and looked at the handsome blond boy clinging to the edge of the sampan, his whole body soaked in the sea water.

He left space on the board for the girl, even though the sea was cold enough to freeze at night.

"Our relationship has become like this anyway. How many times have you come to see me in the past week?" Mochizuki Yao looked at the boy next to her. "If I go to school, at least I can see you more."

On the screen in front of the two people was a sea that was so dark that it looked blue. The girl on the sampan was already unconscious, and the boy soaking in the sea water was trembling with every word he spoke. He was colder than her.

"You will escape safely. You will live a good life, with children and grandchildren around you. You will watch them grow up, and you will enjoy your old age and die in a warm bed."

"Instead of ending it like this, here, tonight, you know?"

The girl's response was weak and feeble: "I can't feel anything in my body."

"Promise me that you will try your best to survive." The blond boy held her hand tightly, and their wet hair was already frosted.

"No matter what happens, no matter how hopeless it is, never give up. Promise me now that you will never break your promise."

"I promise you." The girl raised her head slightly, "I will never give up."

The two waited for rescue with difficulty.

Wang Yueyao's eyes were dim, and seemed to emit a blue light that was the same color as the sea.

"Why are you looking at me?" Matsueda Jun shook the bag in his hand. "There are no more potato chips."

"You are really good at pretending to be ignorant." The girl laughed. It was impossible to expect to make the person in front of her submit by expressing her emotions.

"Matsueda Jun is always like this. He can make her feel warm, but he can't make her feel loved."

"What do you want to criticize me for?" Jun Matsueda threw the bag in his hand into the trash can next to him.

"Trying to bring warmth to others is an act driven by conscience, and it has nothing to do with loving and being loved."

"You guys are always like this, like to tie everything to love."

The "you" in Matsueda Jun's words refers to the girls who are crazy about love.

"Anyway, you always make sense. I can only be convinced by you forever."

Mochizuki Haruka's voice became weak and aggrieved, and the cold and realistic atmosphere in the room seemed like an illusion, disappearing in a flash.

The two men's eyes returned to the screen, and before they noticed, the boy had frozen to death.

The girl picked up the remote control and pressed a button, and the scenes of life and death disappeared, leaving only a large area of ​​white on the screen.

"Don't want to watch it anymore?" Jun Matsueda came in when the girl was watching a movie.

“It gets boring after that.” Her aunt had taken her to see this movie once before. “I don’t want to see something like this, where he abandons his happy life.” “But that’s what he wanted. Rose was just fulfilling her promise to Jack.”

"Even if you fall in love with someone else? Even if you marry another man and have children?" Mochizuki Yao disagreed with this decision. "Didn't you tell me to listen to myself first, then my lover?"

The girl said disdainfully, "In the final analysis, it was just her who gave up her love for him."

The two were no longer talking about the plot of the movie. When someone used his own words to refute him, Jun Matsueda didn't know what to say.

"You're right." He had to take responsibility for what he said.

Mochizuki Haruka raised her chin proudly and crawled back into her bed like a triumphant cat.

The girl flipped through the pile of discs on the bedside table, her fingertips sweeping between the thin plastic shells. "I've been watching a lot of romance movies lately, and I found that my favorite ones are still the teenage love stories."

"So I suspect that only the first love you have in your teens can be called love."

“Not everyone’s love is called first love.”

Jun Matsueda opened the curtains and saw snow falling outside the window again. A wild cat was pacing on the snow-covered roof opposite, leaving a string of plum blossom-like footprints in the night.

"When do you plan to go back to school?" Matsueda Jun asked the girl before leaving.

"Let's talk about it after this week."

Wangyue Yao crawled into the bed and took off her clothes, revealing the upper edge of her shoulder blades and the graceful curve of her neck. Her naked back was as smooth as snow, waiting for her master to write in thick strokes.

"I don't want to take the exam as soon as I get back."

Walking through the living room of Room 506, the dark space reminded Jun Matsueda of the days when he lived alone. The girl's habits in this regard were somewhat similar to his.

After closing the cold security door, Jun Matsueda did not go back to the next room immediately, but leaned against the corridor railing and looked at the street downstairs.

There were few cars on the road. A middle-aged man carrying a briefcase walked across the sidewalk, shivering in the cold wind.

At the other end of the street, a boy and a girl were squatting on the snow setting off fireworks. They looked about four or five years old. The girl looked at the brilliant lights in the boy's hands and began to dance with joy.

Because the distance was too far, Matsueda Jun couldn't hear the crackling sound of the firework sticks burning, only the sound of the snow on the treetops piling up and finally falling to the ground.

The lights of a taxi cut through the quiet atmosphere of the street. The girl got out of the car, turned around to thank the driver, and walked towards the apartment.

Kurusu Yoshi seemed to be in a good mood. On the few steps from the street to the apartment, she swayed left and right, having a lot of fun playing in the snow.

The girl finally walked to the tree on the roof of the apartment building and kicked the trunk.

The treetops swayed and the accumulated snow rolled down like white sand. She raised her head excitedly and saw Song Zhichun leaning against the fence.

"Matsuzhi! What are you doing there!" Lai Qi Yang Shi waved at him.

“Observing the uncivilized behavior of some people.”

"Where, where? Why can't I see it?" The girl walked around downstairs and finally remembered the important matter.

"Matsueda! Come with me to record the song tomorrow!"

The girl downstairs smiled sweetly, waved in the snow, and walked towards him; the girl in the room looked at the snow outside the window with a faint look in her eyes, recalling the time just now.

The story of first love, the names they recall, and in the end, it is still youth.

(End of this chapter)