Three years after our breakup, you came back to China, and I'm just giving up. Why are you cryi

Watching beautiful women eat should be a delightful and enjoyable experience.

But this beauty does not include Su Yu.

But Lu Hao couldn't help himself and turned to look at Su Yu beside him.

She nibbled on the grilled sausage, her alluring red lips opening and closing, the corners of her mouth glistening with oil under the light.

Seeing this, Lu Hao felt inexplicably agitated.

Before his brain could react, his hand instinctively reached into his pocket, pulled out a pack of tissues, and leaned forward slightly to wipe her mouth.

Just like when the two of them fell in love during their university years, it was so natural.

Su Yu's eyelashes trembled, and she froze on the spot, letting his fingers move around her lips, obedient as a rag doll.

Lu Hao suddenly snapped back to reality, quickly withdrew his hand, and looked at the oil-stained tissue in his hand before belatedly realizing what he had just done.

He swallowed hard, crumpled the tissue into a ball, and tossed it into the nearby trash can.

He didn't try to explain anything; sometimes, the more you explain, the more complicated things become.

"When did you start carrying tissues with you?" Su Yu asked softly, staring at the pack of tissues Lu Hao was still holding in his hand.

"You want it? Here you go." Lu Hao casually tossed the tissue to Su Yu.

He doesn't have that habit.

Ning Shu, that little girl, put it in his pocket, saying it would be more convenient to carry a pack of tissues.

Su Yu caught the tissue in mid-air, gently stroking it with her fingers, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

She didn't look any further, casually put the tissue into her bag, then walked to the trash can, threw the bamboo skewer in, turned to look at Lu Hao, and said calmly, "I want to go eat snail rice noodles at that riverside stall."

Lu Hao frowned, about to refuse, when Su Yu's voice continued, "It's been so long since I've eaten there. We used to go all the time."

That word "we" was like a fine needle pricking Lu Hao's heart.

"……good."

Lu Hao ultimately did not refuse.

For three years, he hasn't eaten at that snail rice noodle shop. He hasn't even set foot on that road again.

"Go drive," Lu Hao said.

"The car was taken for maintenance," Su Yu said, pointing with her slender finger to a row of shared electric bikes parked by the roadside. "I want to ride this one."

Lu Hao glanced at her: "You can't do it anyway."

"You give me a ride... just like before."

Lu Hao remained silent for a long while, then said in a low voice, "Don't try to morally blackmail me."

Su Yu smiled, her bright almond-shaped eyes sparkling in the night.

She tilted her head, staring intently at him: "Are you scared? Scared that hitting on me will bring back your memories?"

"I have absolutely no memories of anything!"

Lu Hao growled, turned around and walked to the row of shared electric bikes, scanned the code to unlock them, and pushed the bike out.

He patted the narrow seat behind him and said to Su Yu in an annoyed tone, "Get on."

Su Yu's smile deepened, and her eyebrows curved into beautiful crescent moons.

She walked over with light steps, took a step and sat on the back seat, her hands naturally wrapping around Lu Hao's waist.

"Hands!" Lu Hao reminded him.

"It's not like we haven't hugged each other before."

"The past is the past, the present is the present."

"You can sleep with other women, but I can't even put my arm around your waist?"

Lu Hao ignored Su Yu's blunt words.

He discovered that in the three years since they last met, Su Yu's verbal skills had improved significantly, and every time they argued, he would be left speechless by her retorts.

Su Yu didn't say anything more, pressed her cheek against his back, and closed her eyes.

The evening breeze tousled her long hair, sending it flying wildly through the air, with a few strands brushing against Lu Hao's neck.

The street scenes on both sides rushed past, and the city's neon lights were gradually replaced by the dimness of the riverside.

The night breeze carried a hint of moisture.

Following the dim streetlights, Lu Hao drove Su Yu to the riverbank and parked the car in front of a shop with an old-fashioned sign.

Lao Liu Luosifen (a type of rice noodle soup).

The shop is small and the business isn't particularly booming, but it holds the memories of a former couple's entire youth.

However, things have changed.

Lu Hao led Su Yu inside, where the owner, Lao Liu, was dozing off in the chair behind the cashier.

"Old Liu, get up and greet the guests!" Lu Hao tapped the table.

Old Liu jolted awake, his eyes snapping open. Seeing who it was, he rubbed his eyes hard, stood up, and brought his head close to Lu Hao's: "Holy crap, am I seeing things? Lu Hao?"

"Huh, it's been three years, don't you recognize me?" Lu Hao raised an eyebrow.

"You little brat, you still remember it's been three years!" Old Liu slapped him on the shoulder. "I thought you were dead."

Lu Hao rolled his eyes, too lazy to argue with him, and walked to a yellow wooden table to sit down: "Same as always, remember?"

"Of course I remember." Old Liu grinned, his gaze falling on Su Yu beside him, his smile widening. "Little Lu's wife is here too! Help yourself to whatever you'd like to drink from the freezer, it's on me!"

"Thank you, Uncle Liu." Su Yu thanked him politely, turned around and took out two bottles of soy milk from the freezer, inserted straws, placed one bottle in front of Lu Hao, and then sat down herself.

Seeing her sit down, Lu Hao said, "Aren't you going to explain yourself?"

"Explain what?" Su Yu blinked, looking completely innocent.

"Uh..." Lu Hao opened his mouth, but then swallowed his words back.

Indeed, how do you explain that?

Tell Lao Liu that they broke up a long time ago?

But now the two of them are sitting here eating noodles together. Who would believe that?

Back when they were in college, they were frequent visitors here. Old Liu watched them grow from naive teenagers to lovers.

The two remained silent for a moment, each lowering their heads to drink their soy milk, and the bottle was soon empty.

"Here it is!" Old Liu's booming voice rang out, and two steaming bowls of snail rice noodles were brought over. "Two liang (100g) each, one medium spicy, one mild spicy, with two braised eggs. It's a gift from your uncle!"

"Thanks, Lao Liu."

"Thank you, Uncle Liu."

Old Liu didn't leave either. He moved a stool over and sat down next to Lu Haotian, chatting about all sorts of things.

Lu Hao loosened up and ate while bragging to Lao Liu, while Su Yu quietly slurped her noodles on the side.

"Hey Lu, why aren't you helping your wife with her hair anymore?"

Lu Hao paused, turned his head, and his gaze fell on Su Yu.

She was bending over and slurping noodles, and to prevent her long, black hair from falling into the bowl and getting greasy with chili oil, she could only clumsily hold her hair with her other hand.

Lu Hao's eyes were somewhat dazed.

In the past, whenever Su Yu came to eat noodles, she would always wait until he finished eating before she would pick up her chopsticks.

Because after he finishes eating, he habitually sits next to her, helps her lift her long hair, and keeps tissues nearby to hand to her when she's sweating profusely from eating...

Stepping out of the shop, a cool breeze from the river greeted me.

Lu Hao took out his cigarette case, shook out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He rummaged in his pocket for a while before realizing that his lighter was missing.

Just as he was about to go to the nearby convenience store to buy one, a slender, fair hand reached out in front of him.

With a soft "click," a flame shot up from a brand-new metal lighter.

Lu Hao paused for a moment, then leaned over, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

Through the swirling smoke, he looked at Su Yu, his voice slightly hoarse: "You smoke too?"

"No." Su Yu calmly withdrew her hand, put the lighter into her bag, and then pointed to the river embankment not far away. "I want to go for a walk."

"Go by yourself, I'm going home to sleep."

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