——A person has three things that cannot be concealed, coughing, poverty and love; you want to hide but you want to cover it up.

When Xu Che met Jiang Ci again, he saw the shock, shock, and embarrassment through the other's eyes, except that there was no love.

This is a natural thing.

She doesn't even know him.

I don't even know that he and her had talked about "love" for nearly a year.

This unexpected encounter made Xu Che feel terrible. He always thought of the past in his middle school.

He still remembered that he was in physical education class at that time. Because he accidentally sprained his ankle, his classmates helped him back to the classroom to rest. He unexpectedly saw that in the empty classroom, a girl was sneaking into his desk. .

When the girl found them, her face flushed, as if embarrassed, she hung her head and hurried away.

His classmate took out a box of chocolates and a letter from his desk, and exaggeratedly smiled: "Oh! Xu Che, our school flower loves you!"

...Well, that school flower is **** porcelain.

She was one term lower than him, and she was very bright and charming, even if she stood under the scorching sun, she did not lose her dazzling brilliance.

Because she was so beautiful, her lips were too red and gorgeous, her cheeks were too pink and demon, and her hair was too curly and red, so that the director suspected that she was wearing a perm and did not abide by school rules. The tape roll is family inheritance.

From this we can also see how terrifying her natural beauty is.

Xu Che thought about all the things that happened before, and his face could not help showing self-disgust, and he lost his appetite when facing the food in front of him.

"Why don't you eat it?" the woman across the table asked.

Xu Che returned to his senses and raised his eyes to look at her: "It's okay, but I'm not too hungry. What movie are you going to watch in a while? I'll buy tickets online."

The woman shook her head slightly: "I didn't look, I asked you out for dinner today because I want to talk to you about something."

Xu Che heard the words and looked at her quietly, waiting for the following.

Waited for about a minute.

The woman said: "Let's break up."

Xu Che: "..."

Seeing him, the other party was stunned and couldn't help but smile: "Sorry, did you scare you?"

Xu Che slowly returned to his senses, still with a look of surprise on his face, and was silent for a while. He said, "Can I ask the reason?"

"I don't think... the two of us are not suitable." The other side smiled reluctantly, "Our appearance... is so different. When I was first with you, I was really happy, very happy, boyfriend I am handsome and a well-known surgeon. Everyone envy me, but..."

She sighed slightly. The ordinary single eyelid, lined with the same ordinary face, is just the appearance of an ordinary person, but in the sharp contrast of the boyfriend's handsome and delicate boyfriend, it seems unassuming, even...a little ugly.

"But after a long time, I'm under a lot of pressure... Every time I go out on a date with you, the strange eyes on the street are really unbearable..."

"Sorry." Xu Che lowered his eyes and turned his gaze away, "I didn't think about it well."

"You don't have to apologize, it's not your fault to be handsome." His girlfriend laughed.

Xu Che pondered for a moment, trying to stay: "We don't have to go to public appointments."

"No, no... there is no need to do this." His girlfriend smiled and shook her head, "Xu Che, you are fine, but it's not for me."

She said: "You are busy at work, but you insist on dating me two to three times a week, talking on the phone every night before going to bed, making love once a week, watching a movie once a month, and remembering to prepare gifts for your birthday... I believe, If you marry you, you will be a good husband. If you break up now, it’s my fault. I want to change."

After all the words were said, his girlfriend became an ex-girlfriend.

Breakups are always notifications, not discussions.

"Goodbye, Xu Che." The ex-girlfriend said.

Xu Che sat in the position and didn't move, thinking: How many times is this being dumped?