Since celebrating his birthday together that day, Jiang Xiangyang has been busy. Every day when Wen Xun got up, he had already gone out, and he didn't come back until almost eleven o'clock in the evening.

Wen Xun was unfamiliar with it in City B, and she felt extremely difficult during his absence, and even regretted coming with him so early. The only happy time was when he came back every night and gave her a tight hug, sometimes saying, "My brain was so tired that the screen went black before I got home, and now I feel like I'm fully charged again." ”

At this time, Wen Xun seemed to have been given a booster and felt that his arrival was meaningful. But most of the time, Wen Xun still felt that he was in an awkward situation and was an inexplicable existence.

After careful calculation, it has only been four or five days since Jiang Xiangyang started to be busy.

In four or five days, she was already starting to feel strange. It can be seen that her current life is a little wrong.

Wen Xun looked out of the window, it was bustling outside, but it didn't seem to have anything to do with her. Related to her, the only thing on her phone is the message on her phone that Jiang Xiangyang informed her that she would go home at what time or not return today. Suddenly, she felt a bit like a pet raised by someone, with no freedom at all, and no other joy except waiting for Jiang Xiangyang to come home.

No one imprisoned her, she trapped herself.

In the last few days, it seems that she is really just waiting, doing something that is purely to kill time. Although she used to wait for Jiang Xiangyang, she had never been in such a state.

Thinking of this, Wen Xun felt a little frightened. She immediately decided to go out for a walk, otherwise she would really suffocate herself.

Wen Xun went to a library nearby, and when she first started at B University last year, she was in a bad mood and found that the library was a place that would calm her mind.

There were all kinds of books on display in the library, and Wen Xun first stopped in the area of foreign language classics for a while. After picking up a copy of La Traviata, she left the area where she picked up the books, trying to find a seat.

On the way to find a seat, Wen Xun passed by the area of psychology books. Just looking up casually, she actually saw Qin Yanlan standing there holding several books.

Qin Yanlan had already seen her.

Wen Xun wanted to turn around and leave, but seeing Qin Yanlan approaching step by step, she still froze in place. The thought that popped up in my mind was - well, City B is not that big.

"Do you want to go out and sit?" Qin Yanlan walked up to her and asked her.

"Hmm. ”

They came to the hallway outside the library, where there were chairs for resting, and they sat down. Qin Yanlan spoke first and said, "Wen Xun, I'm really sorry for that incident. ”

Wen Xun didn't speak, she said again, "But you believe me, none of the things I told you before lied to you - including my sister likes Jiang Xiangyang." I would sell his contact information, but when the nurses I worked with found out that I had his contact information, they paid a high price for it, and I was tempted. I originally wanted to put all this in my stomach and forget it, but now that I meet it again, I still want to make it clear, and I don't want to have a very bad image in your heart. ”

"Wen Xun, I really didn't want to take advantage of you. ”

"Can we still be friends?"

Qin Yanlan said very sincerely, but Wen Xun was still skeptical. However, at this time, she can still appear in the area of psychology books, and Wen Xun can believe that she really has such a sister. If she says this, her words today are not less credible.

"Yan Lan. After Wen Xun's thoughts, he spoke, "If you just live up to my trust, maybe I can ignore those and be friends with you again, and trust you again." But it's not just me who you've hurt, it's mainly Jiang Xiangyang. I can't and can't forgive you for him, and of course, I can't accept a friend who has hurt him. ”

Wen Xun stood up, "I believe what you said to me today." But we really can't be friends anymore. ”

Wen Xun turned around and left, without looking back, and Qin Yanlan behind him did not follow. She only felt that her heart was very messy, and she was not in the mood to stay here and read, and after going back to put "La Traviata" back in its place, she left the library.

Speaking from the bottom of her heart, she was a little eager to be friends with Qin Yanlan again. If she had been quirky, her days of idleness might not have been so strange anymore. But she also knows that she can't do that, people can't always abandon the bottom line and principles, otherwise it will only bring endless troubles.

The sky was overcast, and the wind was not light. Wen Xun tightened his coat.

The summer in City B is not as long as in City C, and now on a rainy day, she can feel that the summer here has come to an end.

She took out her mobile phone and wanted to send a message to Jiang Xiangyang, but she didn't know what to say. In the end, she put the phone back in her pocket.

The streets were still bustling, and her heart was still not quiet enough. Maybe it was wrong to come to City B with Jiang Xiangyang in advance, but she asked herself not to think about "if she didn't come". Once the choice is made, it is treated as if another option does not exist. Only when you do this in every little thing, can you think the same way when you encounter big things.

The kitchen utensils at home have been fully purchased, but because the two have no time to eat together, Wen Xun has also been ordering takeout in the past few days. Today, on a whim, she went to the vegetable market to buy some vegetables before going home, and wanted to cook and eat by herself in the evening. After buying the vegetables, she felt the mobile phone vibrate twice in her pocket, and took it out to see that it was sent by Jiang Xiangyang: I will come back very late tonight, and you can rest early.

Wen Xun held the phone and thought about it for a long time, but he didn't think of what to say, so he simply didn't reply. The idea of trying to cook his own food was not shaken by the fact that he was going to return late.