In March, the spring flowers are blooming, the long-lost Jiangcheng, the long-lost old people.

Song Yan sat quietly in the corner of the café, she picked up the cup on the table from time to time, took a small sip and put it down. The man sitting opposite her looked down at the information in his hand, except for being calm and calm, there was not too much expression on his face.

His appearance is undoubtedly outstanding, especially the eyes under the sword eyebrows, which are deep and sharp, enough to make people unforgettable.

After a long time, things are not people. Those midnight dreams are just a fantasy for her to warm herself after all, and she and him have long been unable to return to the beginning.

"That's a little bit certain. A piece of information that is less than ten pages, the man opposite has been reading it for almost half an hour, Song Yan came back to her senses, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"I'm not sure. The man closed the information in his hand, put it on the table, and glanced at her, his eyes were pale and his tone was even more unwavering.

Hearing this, Song Yan's brows couldn't help frowning, her right finger curled up slightly, and this series of subtle movements all fell into the eyes of the man opposite.

As soon as she is nervous, she will be like this.

"Do you mean there's no hope at all?"

"Unless you can prove that you didn't sign the agreement personally. The man replied.

"What if the other person is my biological mother?"

"Then it's up to you, whether you are willing to kill your relatives in righteousness. Met the woman's anxious and eager gaze, the man's heart was not touched much, and his eyes even became cold.

And the man's words, including his expression that was even more detached than a stranger, made Song Yan's heart suddenly ache.

"Okay, thank you, and I'll let you know if I have any other questions. She steadied herself and pulled out a faint smile.

The man didn't speak, packed up his things, put two hundred on the table, and got up and left directly.

Song Yan's heart was mixed, and her head was even more chaotic, and she finally couldn't help but run out after the man.

"Rowing. ”

Fu Xingzhou turned around, his eyes went down from Song Yan's face without any warmth, and finally settled on the hand that was tugging at the corner of his clothes.

"Don't look at me like this, you are like this, I feel so uncomfortable. Song Yan didn't let go, and her tone was pleading.

"Miss Song, I'm here to work, if you want to catch up on the old days, I'm sorry, I can't accompany you. ”

"I'm sorry. "Too many words, stuck in my throat, after all, I still can't say a word.

Yes, she is too self-conscious, she has long lost this qualification.

Song Yan gently let go of the hand that was tugging at the corner of his clothes, her eyes were already full of tears, thinking of her current situation, she laughed at herself, "That's a disturbance." ”

She lowered her head, her voice was small, and after speaking, she walked around the man and walked forward without looking back.

Fu Xingzhou turned around and stood in place, motionless, until the figure that fled in a hurry disappeared from sight.

Song Yan's tears kept flowing all the way, seven years, whether it was long or not, whether it was short or not, but everything was unrecognizable, Fu Xingzhou's cold words were enough to wake up her only remaining extravagant hope.

If you have to distinguish between right and wrong, then Fu Xingzhou must be the injured party, and she, Song Yan, even if she changes to today and starts again, will make the same choice, and God will even give her the opportunity to regret it.

Who is to blame, only blame them for having no fate, only blame life for being too hurtful.