Chapter 60 60

60 To go, or not to go, that is the question. I think about it all day long, when I'm writing, when I'm printing, when I'm in a taxi, when I'm talking to my editor, when my editor asks me to go to dinner, when I'm ordering food, with love When eyebrows are joking. Should I refrain from this thought?Maybe he dreamed of me yesterday and he was hoping for a miracle?If we spend two hours together, it's better to wait for him to have more time, I don't want to lose the possible longer time by seeing him for two hours. Every delay irritated me, every hindrance made me more anxious.It's seven o'clock, maybe I should make a phone call.At eight o'clock, he should have finished his meal, but has he walked out of the restaurant?It's nine o'clock. Is he alone?Or maybe he's driving home and it's just the right time.When he got home, someone might be waiting for him.

"People from the Asia Foundation are here, and I'm chatting with them," he said on the phone. "Okay, I'm hanging up." He finally saved me from that thought, and I'm almost happy about it. It's driving me nuts to think about whether or not to see him every day, like 'to be' or 'to be'. "When I get off work every day, I have to hesitate for a long time. Should I call or not? See you or not?" When the two of us were sitting in the innermost booth of the Japanese restaurant, Chen Tian said, speaking lightly. I said nothing and continued eating my udon.I hate saying "me too."

I almost never say "me too". "Me too" is a lackluster sentence and definitely not a good one.You sometimes recall things a guy said to you, and if he said "me too," he didn't say anything. "Do not believe?" I raised my head from the udon: "It seems that you can't always see through me."