She was a little vague. After all, her and Yi Qianci's current trial relationship would be a bit strange to outsiders.

Song Yu felt a sense of loss in his heart.

Originally, when he heard that He Zixin said that he was not with Yi Qianci after they broke up, he felt a joy in his heart that he could not explain.

Maybe he hopes that after many years, he can still maintain a place in the other person's heart.

That's why I felt lost after hearing the following words.

"Are you... together?" He murmured.

"Well, at least for now." He Zixin said.

"Why?" Song Yu asked.

He Zixin looked at the other party in confusion, obviously not understanding what the other party was asking.

"Why didn't you get together then, but only recently?" Song Yudao said. Yi Qianci used such methods to break up with Zixin, but he only dated Zixin after many years. How?

It’s weird to think about it, right?

He Zixin pursed her lips and said, "This is a matter between me and him. There is no need for senior to ask more questions."

Song Yu suddenly came to his senses and realized that the question he had asked just now seemed to be beyond his reach.

"I'm just...worried about you." He said honestly.

"I'm fine now." He Zixin replied.

Song Yu smiled bitterly. The other meaning in the other party's words was that he was telling him that he was just an outsider now and was not qualified to ask these questions.

"What about you? This is a part-time job now, right?" He Zixin said. Logically speaking, the other party is two years older than her, so he should be working now.

"Well, it's a part-time job. I haven't found a suitable job yet, so I'm delivering takeaways and applying for jobs at the same time." Song Yu said, "The economy is not booming now, and it's not easy to find a job after graduation."

"Then... come on, I wish you can find a job as soon as possible." He Zixin said, "I'm going to work in a hurry, so I won't talk more."

She said and walked towards the bus stop sign again.

"Zixin!" Looking at He Zixin's leaving figure, Song Yu couldn't help but said, "Have you ever...hated me in these years? You hated me for being like that..."

"No." She said calmly, "I never hated you!"

After saying this, she raised her steps again. Song Yu looked at the figure gradually disappearing from his field of vision, feeling heavy and depressed in his chest.

She never hated him, but why did he find it more unbearable than hating him?

It was as if he had no place in her heart!

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He Zixin did not deliberately avoid thinking about her relationship with Song Yu, but when she thought about this relationship before, she always thought of it when she thought of Yi Qianci.

But today when Song Yu asked her if she had any hatred, she suddenly discovered that she had never hated him.

Is it because that relationship was too short and shallow? That’s why you don’t even have the feeling of hate?

But in fact, Song Yu just made a choice between his own family and her, choosing his own family and betraying her feelings.

"What are you thinking about?" A voice suddenly sounded in He Zixin's ears.

He Zixin was stunned, and then she realized that Yi Qianci had appeared in her house at some point, and she didn't even hear the sound at all.

But the other party knew the door lock code of her house, so it was natural for her to come in.

"Why are you here?" She stood up suddenly and asked.

"I came here when I was free," he said, "Don't you like seeing me coming?"

"No!" She said quickly, "It's just that when you come over...well, you can say hello to me in advance so that I can be mentally prepared."

"Why do you need to be mentally prepared?" he asked.

"..." He Zixin was speechless for a while, okay, let him do whatever he wants! "It's nothing, it doesn't matter if you don't say hello."

He looked at her and after a moment said, "What are you doing?"

"Ah?" She was stunned, and then noticed that his eyes fell on the sewing machine, "I plan to make two pillows."

"Pillow?"

"Yes, I only have two pillows at home. I'm a little short. I plan to make two more. I found some scraps of fabric from the flea market today, as well as the cotton core in the pillow. What do you think of this fabric? Does it look good?

?”

But he said a little strangely, "Why do you want to make it? Can't you buy it directly?"

"It can be cheaper, and you can choose the fabric you like." She said, "Anyway, it's pretty quick to make."

As she said that, she sat down again. Her sewing machine was an old-fashioned one that her mother used to use. Later, after her mother passed away, she tried to imitate her mother and use this sewing machine to mend some things.

Seeing He Zixin skillfully stepping on the pedal of the sewing machine, and the needles falling on the fabric she had cut, Yi Qianci's mind flashed back to scenes from his childhood.

At that time, before the Yi family found him, her life with him was not easy. If his clothes and pants were torn, short, or too small, she would help him repair them.

She was only two years older than him. At that time, she was struggling to step on the pedal of the sewing machine with one foot and keep her body standing with the other foot, and then used the old sewing machine to mend his clothes.

And the sound of the needle falling down suddenly became a beautiful sound in his ears.

But later, after the Yi family found him, they no longer needed her to sew and mend him, and the old sewing machine no longer appeared in the He family's new house.

I didn't expect to hear this voice again after so many years.

When He Zixin finished making the cover of the pillow, she looked up and found Yi Qianci sitting on a chair nearby, leaning against the back of the chair, with his hands on the corner of the back of the chair, supporting his chin, and his eyes

Closed, as if asleep.

He...slept?

He Zixin stepped forward, looked at Yi Qianci, couldn't help raising her hand, and gently brushed the bangs on his forehead.

His eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes, his dark pupils staring at her quietly.

"Are you sleepy? Why don't you go to my bed and rest for a while?" she said.

"I'm not sleepy, but I can hear the sounds more clearly with my eyes closed," he said.

"Sound? What sound do you hear?" she asked doubtfully.

"The sound of the sewing machine is very nice," he said.

She couldn't help but smile. She still remembered that he had said something like this when she was a child, "Then when I step on the sewing machine, you should listen more."

"Okay." He responded, gently pulled her hand from his forehead, put it on his cheek and rubbed it.
Chapter completed!