"There are so many reasons why I like it."

Zhang Mingyang put the laptop on the table into his backpack. He saw the water that Xu Duanran brought him just now. He happened to be thirsty, so he picked it up and drank it in one gulp.

"Do you remember when you watched the Westward Journey filmed by Star Master, do you need a reason to love someone? Do you need it? No need? You need a reason to appreciate someone or worship someone, but you don't need a reason to love, love is very willful, it is

No reason is needed."

There are not so many reasons for teenage love. He just saw her fragility and wanted to protect her and take care of her. This was the first love.

"I used to think you were very bad. You often bullied me when you were a child, and when you grew up, you suddenly said you liked me. I think you must have noticed that I was pretty, so you took advantage of me!" Xu Duanran's tone was indignant.

She picked up the pillow next to her and kneaded it, as if she was holding the most abominable villain in her arms.

Zhang Mingyang remembered the beginning of the letter "To the worst bad guy in the world". It turned out that this is how the title bad guy came from.

He recalled his childhood days and argued: "Xu Duanran, we have to talk about evidence. I never bullied you when I was a child. It was you who always bullied me, okay? How many times have I been beaten because of you?"

Xu Duanran threw the pillow in his arms at the bad guy and said, "It's not because you always lead me to do bad things!"

Before Zhang Mingyang could refute, she clasped her fingers and said one by one: "When I was in preschool, you lied to me that there was treasure in the pit, but you jumped in and couldn't climb out."

"In the first grade of elementary school, you told me that the water tank in the teaching building was haunted and you took me on an adventure, but the teacher caught me."

"second grade……"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Seeing that the eldest lady wanted to talk about her dark history in order of age, he quickly stopped her: "Okay, let me bully you when I was a child."

Dividing the risk level according to how much of a person's dark history is known, Xu Duanran is definitely at a level worthy of silence for Zhang Mingyang.

"Have you remembered everything?" Seeing that the bad guy was defeated, the eldest lady showed a victorious smile.

"Can't remember some good things, just forget these dark histories." Zhang Mingyang complained.

"I remember." Xu Duanran changed his position, lying flat on the bed and looking at the ceiling.

"When we were young, we went to writing class together. Even though you were one year older than me, you still protected me and had to hold my hand to cross the street."

"You also like to hug me. Every time you go out to kindergarten, you hug me and take advantage of me."

"Also, secretly kiss me while I'm sleeping, don't think I don't know!"

Zhang Mingyang's face was full of black lines, and he said helplessly: "Aren't you talking about black history?"

Xu Duanran turned around, supported his head with his hands, and stared directly at the bad guy: "You were so bold when you were a child, why don't you dare to do it when you grow up? If you..."

She paused, and finally plucked up the courage to say, "If you were still like you were when you were a child, I might have been your girlfriend long ago."

Zhang Mingyang was silent.

Children's love is pure, and they will express their love in the simplest way.

When a child grows up and begins to develop feelings, and when he knows the meaning of those behaviors, he will become timid.

Later he realized that there was no need to say something if you liked it, just do it.

Just like asking a girl to watch a movie, you don't need to confess your feelings, you just need to tentatively hold hands in the dark. If she doesn't resist, then it's done.

But how could teenage Zhang Mingyang understand this simple truth?

He was waiting for her answer, and he simply believed that love should start with a bouquet of flowers and a confession.

If she didn't say anything, he would not dare to do anything but stand aside silently, keeping a safe distance.

After a while, Zhang Mingyang finally said with a smile: "I don't dare, I'm afraid you will sue."

"Then if you send me a love letter, aren't you afraid that I will tell Aunt Yan?" Xu Duanran teased.

"I mustered up so much courage at that time, but in the end I didn't even hear a sound."

He should have received a response long ago, but the eldest lady was more timid than him. Even after writing a reply, she only dared to hide it.

Xu Duanran got up from the bed, picked up her phone and checked the time, and said, "Wait for me here, I have something to show you."

She wanted to prepare a response, a belated response, she wanted to formally express her feelings.

"If you have anything, I'll look at it tomorrow. It's getting late, so go back to bed."

Zhang Mingyang guessed that the eldest lady wanted to go back and get the half-written reply letter.

The letter recorded the girl's most vulnerable side, and just looking at it seemed to leave scars on her heart.

He didn't want Xu Duanran to hurt himself like this for him, for that belated response.

However, after Zhang Mingyang finished speaking, the eldest lady seemed not to have heard and trotted downstairs.

He shook his head helplessly and began to think about what kind of attitude he should use to treat the reply letter so as not to hurt her.

Lying on the bed, the warmth and fragrance of Xu Duanran's body still lingered around him.

The faint floral fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose. For some reason, Zhang Mingyang felt that the fragrance at this moment seemed to smell better than ever before.

His thoughts were drawn by the fragrance. The person had obviously left, but that figure appeared clearly in his mind, overlapping with the scenes he had experienced in the past, as if everyone in his memories was her.

"Damn, why are you so thirsty just after drinking water?" He murmured to himself while lying on the bed.

He originally wanted to get out of bed to get water, but he felt a numbness in his limbs.

The warmth left by Xu Duanran was like a chain that firmly fixed him to the bed.

Not only the limbs, but also the consciousness began to be somewhat vague.

Zhang Mingyang felt as if he had gotten out of bed to look for water, but his body was still on the bed.

He discovered that he was not physically thirsty, but psychologically thirsty.

There seemed to be a wild beast in my heart that wanted to break free and bite everything around it. It was obviously the depth of winter, but my body felt extremely hot.

He didn't know what was wrong with him now, it was as if he was sick.

The nerves in his brain gradually became blurred. Zhang Mingyang had not been drunk for a long time, but his current state was no different from being drunk.

All the past events kept flashing through his mind like a slideshow, especially the later scenes of his entanglement with various women.

Among them are the student girls Zhang Mingyang met in college, the lovelorn girl he met in the bar, the young woman running business alone, the massage parlor he went to with other bosses...

He couldn't remember their names or their faces, but at this moment they all seemed to have the same face.

The face gradually became clearer, and when he finally saw it clearly, he realized that it was Xu Duanran's face.

Half asleep and half awake, Zhang Mingyang finally regained control of his body. He sat up from the bed and wanted to go downstairs to wash his face.

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