On the eve of my wedding, I found a message on my boyfriend Baron’s phone.

"I regret it, Baron, please come back."

It came from my best friend Summer.

She introduced me to my boyfriend.

At that time, she said that Baron was a good brother she had grown up with and knew her very well. She felt relieved if I go with him.

I found out later.

They didn't just grow up together.

He had liked her for no less than ten years.

1

Summer was heartbroken and called me to ask me out for a drink.

She emphasized, "Don't bring your boyfriend. I'm in a bad mood and I'll kill any couple I see."

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

However, after drinking with her for a while, Baron came by himself.

He was wearing a neat suit and his hair was neatly trimmed.

It looked like he rushed here right after work and didn't even change his clothes.

I was afraid that Summer would be unhappy, so I quickly pulled him over and asked, "Why are you here? How do you know where we are?"

Summer pulled me away and inserted herself between us, "No more showing off your affection, no more being so sweet, do you have any sympathy in your heart? Don't you know how to protect single people?"

"Okay, come, drink a glass of water and sit down first." I coaxed Summer to sit down.

Summer waved to Baron, "Son, since you are here, sit next to daddy and drink with me."

Baron gave me a helpless look and sat next to me.

I felt Summer was stunned for a moment.

Soon she became a little depressed and spoke less.

Due to Baron's arrival, the atmosphere became a bit awkward and the party ended quickly.

Summer felt tired after drinking a few glasses of wine and waved us away.

Baron insisted on sending Summer home, and a conflict arose after a few words.

"You're a grown man, why are you so slow? If I say no, then no."

Summer pushed me into Baron's arms, "Your girlfriend is here."

"Just take care of your girlfriend, why do you care about me?"

"Who are you? Do you have the right to control me?" Summer was holding a bottle of wine, staggering around like a drunk.

I stepped forward and snatched the bottle from her, trying to coax her, "Be good, you've had too much to drink, we'll take you back first."

She protested violently, "I don't want to see your sweet time, it's too much!"

"We agreed that we would drink it by ourselves, and you called him over to deliberately provoke me!"

"I hate you guys!"

She punched and kicked in my arms with quite a bit of force.

I frowned in pain.

Baron pulled me away and said, "Don't talk to her. She's just a drunkard and doesn't understand what you say."

"Let's send her back first."

He picked up Summer and walked out.

Summer struggled to break free from his arms using her hands and feet, but he pressed her even harder into his arms.

Her cheek brushed against his chest.

His eyes were now focused on her, with not a single cent left for me.

A subtle discomfort arose in my heart.

"I must call Aunt Alma tomorrow and ask her to talk it over."

"Candy, please take care of him. Look how grown up he is, yet he still wants to tell on his parents. Isn't that childish?" She poked her head out of his arms, looking very annoyed.

As I watched them dislike each other, the discomfort in my heart eased a little.

They grew up together and are like siblings, so their relationship is naturally deep.

Maybe there isn't so much need to avoid suspicion.

However, I still couldn't sleep that night.

Baron was sleeping soundly beside me.

I quietly took his phone, and on his WhatsApp interface, Summer and I were both pinned to the top.

At first there was only Summer, not me.

When we first talked, I asked him about it with an unhappy look on my face, and he explained that he didn't change it because he thought it was too troublesome.

Later, in front of me, he unpinned Summer and replaced her with mine.

And I don’t know when.

He put Summer back on top again.

I felt a heavy pain in my heart.

Opening their chat, it was just daily interaction, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

asked him again and again today, but he still didn't tell me.

How did he know that we were drinking outside and how did he know the address.

These unknowns make me very uncomfortable.

It was like something was growing wildly where I couldn't see.

Since I couldn't sleep anyway, I climbed out of bed and went to the living room to get the Pad to watch TV series.

Baron’s WhatsApp account was logged on the Pad.

On their chat page, at 6:10 p.m., Summer took the initiative to send him a photo of us drinking, "Son, we're drinking outside. Are you mad that we didn't bring you along? Haha."

Followed by a lot of funny emoticons.

Baron replied to her, "Don't be silly. It's not safe for girls to drink outside. Give me the address."

"No!"

"Obedient!"

"No!"

This meaningless conversation went back and forth three or four times.

Summer sent the address.

"Don't come over here! I don't want to see you!"

"I'm heartbroken and I hate men the most."

Then he didn't come back.

I turned off the tablet with cold hands and feet, and I had no mood to watch TV anymore.

In fact, I had noticed that they were a little too close in the past.

She would hit him on the head without hesitation and joke with him at will.

Although he spoke fiercely, the look in his eyes when he looked at her was soft and warm.

When we went out to eat together, he picked out the coriander and celery that I didn't like, and he still remembered to wave to the waiter to bring another spicy dish.

Summer loves spicy food.

But I always thought that this kind of intimacy was because we were not family but better than family.

More importantly.

Baron was introduced to me by Summer.

If they like each other.

How could she have brought him to me?

They have been childhood sweethearts for such a long time. If they want to fall in love, I'm afraid even ten of me wouldn't be able to interfere.

So I always feel that I am petty.

Whenever I feel uncomfortable, just swallow it quietly and make my senses duller and duller.

Until now.

All the pain came back belatedly.

I opened their chat page again and scrolled up.

A few days before Summer was going to introduce me to him.

The atmosphere of their chat gradually became ambiguous. He hinted that he liked her, but she dodged him until he said the words that tested her feelings, "I want to fall in love. Is there any suitable girl to introduce to me?"

Maybe he was just irritated by her constant dodging and deliberately provoked her to say those angry words.

But unexpectedly, she actually introduced me to him.

The night I met him.

He sent her a message, "You know I like you, right? For ten years, you have always been distant to me. Do you really want to push me to someone else now?"

She avoided the main point and pretended to be angry, "What are you talking about? She is my best friend. I can tell you that I have fully guaranteed your character in front of her. If you dare to treat her badly in the future, try it. I will not forgive you."

"Okay, as you wish."

After that day, he really pursued me actively and enthusiastically.

He took me to the movies, amusement parks, and all the places that couples can go, with a meal every three days, a bouquet of flowers every five days. I gradually fell in love under his steady and orderly offensive.

On the evening of the third month after they met, just as it got dark, he set off a box of fireworks on the beach.

Under the colorful sky, he confessed to me.

I didn't sleep all night. When Baron woke up and saw my dark complexion, he felt distressed. "Why do you look so bad? Did you not sleep well last night?"

"Yeah, I can't sleep." I admitted frankly, "Yesterday I suddenly remembered that I had a wrong template at the beginning of a proposal, and I was struggling to decide whether to delete it all and start over, or to correct the mistake."

He was confused and asked, "If we are going in the wrong direction, how can we still get positive results? Don't work too hard. Take a day off today and rest at home."

His phone rang.

Summer's sharp and detached voice came from the other end of the phone, "You bastard, you actually complained to my mother, you are a real bastard!"

Baron put the phone on speaker, threw it on the bed, and started changing his clothes.

"Aunt Alma asked me to take care of you, and I have an obligation to report to her. Summer, I warn you, you are not young anymore, I advise you to live a peaceful life and stop doing things."

"I have my own life too. I can't always be distracted to take care of you. If you keep making trouble, I'll ask Aunt Alma to take you back and look after you personally."

After hanging up the phone, he complained to me somewhat unhappily, "I'm tired of these trivial matters every day."

I don't think his annoyed attitude is fake.

The desire to break up has begun to waver.

He got dressed and was about to go out, and I called him, "Baron, do you like me?"

He stopped and looked at me with a smile, "What are you thinking? If I don't like you, would I stay with you for more than a year? If I don't like you, would I give you every penny I earn? If I don't like you, would you let me do whatever I want?"

"Then, shall we get married?" I closed my eyes and wiped away the tears.

He then realized that I was in a bad mood, but he didn't leave in a hurry. He sat next to me and asked, "What's wrong?"

I hugged his lower back and drew strength from his warm body.

"Nothing, I just want to start a family." I whispered.

"Okay."

"Also," I said timidly, "Can you keep a little distance from Summer? You hug her and take care of her, which girlfriend can stand it?"

He was stunned for a moment, but he laughed happily, "You never mentioned it, I thought you didn't mind? It turns out you are jealous, little fool, why didn't you say it earlier."

He pinched my nose, looking very doting.

"Do I need to tell you this? Shouldn't you pay attention to it yourself?" I muttered to myself.

He smiled and nodded, "Well said, it's my problem. I will pay attention next time."

"Have you ever liked Summer? She is so beautiful and smart, so many people like her. What about you? Have you ever..."

He was stunned for a moment.

There was no answer for a long time, and I suddenly didn't dare to ask any further questions.

Letting go of my hand, I turned around sullenly, "It's okay, you go to work, I'll take a day off and sleep a little longer."

I admit that I am a bit cowardly.

I'm afraid of losing them both.

Especially after having the dream of having both.

He turned my body around and sighed, "Did you hear something from someone? Are you going to dig up some old stuff and settle it with me?"

I was relieved, at least it wasn't in complete denial.

After he left, I hugged the little bear and said to it, "We can't dwell on the past, right? As long as we can grasp his future, that's enough, right?"

But can I grasp his future?

What exactly is Summer's attitude towards him? Why did she repeatedly forbid me to take him out to dinner, yet send him messages privately?

I didn't want to use my brain and was just immersed in the beautiful dream that he was willing to start a family with me.

He seemed to have the same idea as me.

Summer invited us out several times, and we all tacitly declined.

He enthusiastically took me to see wedding dresses and hotels.

After meeting both sets of parents, the wedding was officially put on the agenda.

Everything seems to be going just as I wanted.

He has always been a man of his words.

But I don’t know why, but I still feel an indescribable anxiety and burning sensation inside.

Like something was going to happen.

The day to register is arranged.

He never came.

I dialed the number.

No one answered the phone for a long time, and finally, there was a notification that the phone was turned off.

Holding the number I had picked, I sat on the bench and waited for him for the whole morning.

Newlyweds with happy faces come and go.

Keep passing by me.

Occasionally, there would be scrutinizing glances.

Until 12:10 noon.