Sixteen years old that year, Song read early in love with a person.
Unwilling to let her teenage crush go unrequited, she held the love letter on graduation day and summoned the courage to confess it.
Before the words were finished, I listened to him speak, and his voice was distant and cold.
“Sorry, I have a girlfriend.”
Later slowly grow up, gradually forget the memory of unrequited love in the back of your mind, just occasionally, or will hear about him.
I heard he got into everyone’s dream dating school,
I heard he had a couple of enviable offers before he even graduated,
…
I also heard that he had an accident and cut off contact with all his classmates.
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Twenty-three years old, Song Nianchu is the star Moon live quite famous game anchor, met a fixed double row teammate.
Once, she had abdominal pain, slumped into bed, and asked for a day off with her teammates.
After a while, suddenly heard the doorbell ring.
The young man of those years had faded his green outline and appeared in the hallway of her house, his face pale as paper, his thin lips bloodless, beads of sweat sliding down his tight jaw.
“… This knife?”
He gasped out the name of her platform, unable to raise his hand, only to tilt his head: “Come here, take you to the hospital.”
Song Nian Chu difficult to be misty eyes, misty eyes dull down, stopped in the wheelchair under him.
He’s disabled.
I don’t remember her.
Jiang Chao has traveled to numerous cities and countries with his band.
Once, while she was singing on the street, she met a teenager.
His clothes were old and too short, his wrists and ankles were exposed in the winter, and he squatted in an obscure corner for countless nights, listening to her singing in silence.
Apparently, he should be happy in school, but he wears gloves covered in gasoline, and the corners of the textbooks he borrowed from others are turned.
A pretty poor boy.
Jiang Chao pitied him, knowing that he could not afford to eat, and casually fed him food. Knew he was borrowing books from others, found an excuse to buy him new books.
The teenager who was covered with thorns at the first sight became more and more docile in front of her day by day, but Jiang Chao did not care.
Different cities have different stories, and the stories in this city always have an ending. She is an unfettered bird, whose heart has no place to return to, and never resides there.
So when Wuhantan grabbed her wrist, his voice hoarse, and asked her if she could stay, Jiangchao just shook her head.
“I’m going,” she said, with a smile on her face, and told him, “You have to grow up.”
…
Meeting again, the birds broke their wings and fell into the dust and mud.
She fled into the rainy night in a hurry and crashed into the fundus of Wu Cold Pool.
“Come with me.”
A man in a suit, holding her shoulder in the pouring rain, didn’t care about getting drenched.
In a husky voice, he told her, “I’ll help you.”
The river tide looked up in panic.
The pupils of his eyes were darker than ever, and the fire was floating and sinking under them.
She thought the boy had come to repay his kindness.
But Jiangchao does not know what makes Wuhantan climb out of the mire step by step,
I don’t know what crazy desires and fantasies grow in his heart.
Chapter 1
It always seems to rain suddenly in Songcheng in July.
It was a sunny day when I left home, and the air smelled wet and muddy when I got off the bus.
Song read early some chagrin, two hands on the head, trotted into the mall.
His body was still wet, and his sleeves and skirts were stained with raindrops.
She made her way through the crowd huddled by the door waiting for the rain to stop, pulled out her phone and checked the time.
Four minutes to the 6:00 appointment.
I’m not late.
But when the waiter led to the door of the private room, Song Nianchu’s footsteps still stopped for a moment.
With her fingertips touching the doorknob, she took a breath and looked down at her clothes.
Then he took out his phone and brushed his forehead in front of the screen.
A long few seconds, as if finally done psychological construction, Song read the beginning of the door into.
There were several eyes in the private room at once.
The girl wore a white, off-the-shoulder cotton dress with a bun and a canvas bag.
The little dog’s eyes, with their tails drooping slightly, were watery and bright, and looked a little nervous as they peered in.
Youth and bright appearance.
“The beginning has arrived!”
The old monitor who organized the class reunion stood up and greeted with enthusiasm: “I was wondering when you would come, waiting for you.”
The former deskmate is playing mobile phone, smell the sound, also waved at her: “You are too slow, come and sit here with me.”
Song Nian at the beginning of the water bright pupils gently turn, seems to be a glance at the entire private room.
Fat sports committee, long a few white hair discipline commission, or as happy as before the old good man monitor.
There are classmates who used to know, and there are those who haven’t talked much.
Of all the people, he’s not one of them.
… Did you not come?
Song Nian Chu tight shoulder and neck immediately relaxed, eyes suddenly bent up, smiling out of a small dimple: “Long time no see ah.”
“Why is it waiting for me?”
She walked to Shuqing side, blinking: “I am not late?”
“Ah.” Shuqing put the phone back in the bag: “Yes, but you are the last one to arrive.” Is it a penalty?”
Song Nian Chu opened the chair and sat down, seriously rejected: “Sorry, I am allergic to alcohol.” Do you want Coke instead?”
The book smiled, really gave her a cup of Coke.
In high school, Song Nianchu had a lot of friends, and now there are several who are still in frequent contact with each other.
Among them, Shuqing is also live on the Starmoon platform, walking the radio song and dance track of Songli miscellaneous talk.
So the relationship between them will be a little closer, and occasionally they will work together.
Filaments of sweet meaning with cold air spread between the lips and teeth, the summer rainy night damp and muggy diluted.
Song Nianchu sipped his Coke in a tall glass and looked at a few familiar faces across the table.
Old squad leader, Yu Yifei, Curtin.
Her eyes seemed to meet the last person for a moment, then quickly turned away.
The waiter wheeled in the cart and bent over to place the dishes on a round table.
The dinner was full of wine and excitement.
Song Nianchu was frequently amused by jokes between old classmates, and would insert a few words from time to time.
The boy sitting on the other side accosted her.
Song read the beginning of the character has always been lively, and each other casually chatted a few words.
As he spoke, the boy suddenly lowered his voice.
“The beginning of reading,”
He seemed a little embarrassed, “I’ve been meaning to ask you, but I haven’t had a chance… Are you broadcasting live on Xingyue platform?”
Song Nian Chu “ah” a sound, the pupil opened a little, turned around to look at him in surprise.
The boy saw her expression and carefully added: “This knife, right?”
Song read the beginning did not think that he could drop the horse in reality, a little did not react.
“Your voice… I remember it very well.”
The boy turned his face away, did not look at her, and his ears seemed a little red: “That day, I clicked into your broadcast room, and I recognized it as soon as I heard it.” Is that you?”
There is nothing bad to admit, Song Nian early nodded: “It is me.”
She answered, but couldn’t help marveling: “Your memory is so strong ah, so long can remember my voice.”
The boy drank wine, I do not know whether it is the wine on the face, cheeks floating a layer of red.
“No.” He coughed and said softly, “I used to be… Paid attention to you.”
“I know you like other people, so I haven’t dared to tell you.”
The last sentence came suddenly, Song Nian Chu Meng: “Ah… Huh?”
The boy finished his words, and he seemed to react that this was inappropriate, a little embarrassed to rub his nose, got up and said: “I go to the toilet.”
Keep Song read the beginning sitting there confused.
The book listened to the whole process, in the side could not help but laugh.
Song read at the beginning of the turn to look at her, a face did not wake up to the appearance.
“How about it,” Shuqing joked, “It is also very handsome, want to try.”
“What do you say?”
Song Nian at the beginning gently patted her, think of the boy just said, couldn’t help but wring his eyebrows.
“… How did he know I had a crush before?”
She seemed really confused, frowning slightly, and her movements were much slower.
Shuqing glanced at her and said earnestly, “Anyone with long eyes can see it.”
“I’m not obvious, am I?
Song Nian Chu is not convinced: “I haven’t talked to him much.”
“Well, not much.”
Shu Qing picked her eyebrows, put down her chopsticks, “Let me think about it.”
She broke her fingers and counted everything in detail, “and everyone in the class can talk, but just avoid Shen and his friends.”
“I stutter nervously when I see him, and I can’t speak fluently.”
“And like to keep a straight face in front of him, and then sneak a peek at him when he’s past –“
Song Nian at the beginning of the pupil was round again, was said to be a little ashamed, hurriedly shouted stop.
… Was she really like that?
It sounds awkward and awkward. Downright stupid.
Song Nianchu took up the porcelain spoon, stirred in the soup bowl, and vaguely uncovered the topic: “I don’t remember.”
It’s been five years since high school.
Many memories are covered with a shallow gray, buried in the depths of thought.
… Even Shen Zexui, she has now rarely think of.
At the end of the round table, the old monitor may have heard the name “Shen is with” and casually mentioned a sentence.
“Hey, do any of you know what’s going on with Shen Zexui?” I’ve sent him several messages and he hasn’t responded.”
Song Nianchu pinched the fingers of the small spoon to stop, nonchalantly put down the porcelain spoon, picked up the silver fork on the side.
Some people laughed: “He didn’t do that what competition won the award, took the offer of hundreds of thousands of annual salary, good, which look at us.”
“Besides, he is a young master. It is normal not to associate with our old classmates of different classes.”
“……”
Song Nian Chu could not help but look up and stare at the man who spoke.
Before she could say anything, Curtin, who was sitting next to the monitor, said, “Don’t talk nonsense. That’s not the case.”
The man pulled his lips. “Oh, what was that all about?”
Curtin frowned.
The boy smiled again and casually said, “Old Ke, I haven’t seen you and Shen continue to play with them.” Where did you work after graduation?”
Curtin put down his chopsticks and made a loud snap.
“I said it had nothing to do with it.”
After a pause, he frowned and said, “Something happened with my brother.”
Song read at the beginning of a startled look, suddenly looked at him.
“Huh?”
“What happened to Shen?”
“Never heard of that.”
When Curtin said this, the table burst into flames.
Most of everyone’s youth and young campus, there will be a few particularly attractive teenagers and girls.
In their class of students, Shen Zesui is the most special one.
“I don’t know what happened, but something happened.”
Curtin’s voice came from the other end of the table, through the countless noises on the table, and fell clearly in Song Nianchu’s ears.
“I couldn’t reach my brother before, so I called my brother’s home, and that’s what his family said.”
Song read the beginning of the hands of the silver fork in the plate fork a few times, nothing fork.
She came to her senses and looked down at her plate.
“… Isn’t Shen’s family rich? What could happen. Is he broke?”
“If you are broke, you will not cut off contact with your old classmates and treat us as people.”
There was a cacophony of voices at the table, constant speculation, and no precise answer.
The favored son of God who was looked up to fell from the altar, which is dramatic and also on the appetite of onlookers.
After half the dinner, Song read the beginning has been absent-minded.
Book Qing sensed her strange, gently pushed her arm: “What’s wrong?”
“… It’s nothing.”
Song Nianchu came back to his senses, pressed his lips and gave a small sigh.
“Just a little emotional.”
It’s just emotion.
By the end of the meal, it was dark outside and the rain outside had stopped.
The boy sitting beside him wanted to send Song Nian Chu home, she took Book Qing’s arm and smiled: “Don’t bother you, I’m on my way with her.”
Shuqing gave her a look.
Exit the Situlanya restaurant, walk through the promenade and take the escalator that leads to the first floor of the mall.
Book Qing raised eyebrows and finally said: “How can I not remember you and me on the way.”
Song Nian Chu spit out his tongue: “Excuse, excuse.”
Mall air conditioning temperature is a little low, she stood on the escalator, touched the arm: “cold.”
“Is a little cold,” the book Qing tight knit cardigan: “Good thing it is not raining outside, I did not bring an umbrella.”
The escalator gradually arrived at the hall on the first floor, and Song read the beginning of the eyes unconsciously across the front.
“Neither did I,” she said, “and I got a little wet when I got off the bus…”
The crowd waiting for the rain to stop at the mall’s exit had dispersed and was not as crowded as it had been in the evening.
The first thing she noticed was a man in a wheelchair.
It was only a fleeting glimpse.
Song read the beginning was about to turn his eyes, suddenly saw the man slightly sideways.
His features were obscured from view at such a distance.
He had gold glasses on the bridge of his nose and surprisingly pale skin.
Reminds her of someone.
Song read the beginning of the voice abruptly stopped a stop.
Shuqing turned to look at her: “What’s wrong?”
“……”
The escalator reached the first floor, and the figure in the wheelchair was drowned by the crowd.
Song Nian Chu was quiet for a few seconds, then withdrew his eyes and smiled: “Nothing.” Xiaoqing, do you want to have a barbecue?”
Shu Qing is a little funny: “You haven’t eaten enough?”
“Yes,” Song Nian Chu took her arm and said, “You go with me.”
“Done,” the book Qing should say: “just talk about the bath Mars moon cup.”
The street outside the mall was busy, not as quiet as it should be at night.
The previous brief glimpse was soon forgotten by Song Nian Chu.
How could it be him, she thought.
