Shen Yan just came out of the principal's office, he has been in a bad state these days, these principals have seen it, called him over, and had a brief conversation.

He didn't confide in the principal, of course, he was embarrassed to say these things in the school, so he could only change a vague reason, and then keep assuring that he would work hard.

Since Wu Xiaorou left last Saturday, he has been in a state of confusion, as if he is not interested in anything, and the whole person is confused and at a loss.

For a long time, in Shen Yan's heart, Wu Xiaorou and his final ending was to get married, and then give birth to children, the two of them were busy with the days of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, and finally turned white together, or he died first, or he was alone to look at her photos, waiting for the passage of time.

Very ordinary days, very ordinary life, this is what he wants.

But, that very weekend, everything changed.

He thought that if he proposed the idea of marriage, she would agree, and then the two of them would go to meet their parents smoothly and cross the most important threshold in their lives together.

However, Wu Xiaorou's hesitation and her last words made him think that in the end it was just his.

He couldn't understand how Wu Xiaorou could have changed so much in just one week, and even destroyed the relationship between the two of them with his own hands.

Before this, the two of them had never quarreled, never said those sensual love words, and never made the mountain alliance between men and women that they had read in those novels.

Their feelings are like the stream in a stream, there are no strong winds and waves, no turbulent waves, some are just plain, and then flow endlessly into the distance.

Isn't that what feelings are?

These days, he keeps asking himself and never finds an answer.

Or is it that what Wu Xiaorou wants is not such a life?

But she never thought like that.

No matter what time it is, the two of them are together, they all seem so plain as water, and they are not shocked.

There was no longer his class this afternoon, and the office had not informed him of a meeting.

At this time, he stayed in school and had nothing to do, and this week's class was already ready.

Then go home!

Now only home can comfort him.

The school is not far from home, less than a 10-minute walk.

When he got home, Shen's mother was preparing lunch in the kitchen, and Shen's father did not come back, and was working in the unit at this time.

He talked to Shen's mother, and without asking him to eat, he pushed open his door, and regardless of Shen's mother's questioning, he locked the door tightly.

Now, he just wants a quiet world to sort himself out.

Lying on the bed, he pillowed his arm, one leg was leaning on the edge of the bed, one leg fell to the ground, and he looked straight at the ceiling.

He didn't dare to close his eyes, as long as his eyelids fell, those past with Wu Xiaorou would automatically appear in front of him, making him miserable.

Is this the end of it?

Looking at the cobwebs on the ceiling, which I don't know when, Shen Yan held his spirit and asked himself in his heart.

He is really unwilling, the relationship between two people from childhood to adulthood was ended by such a fluttering sentence, there is no reason, and I don't know the reason.

His eyelids finally couldn't hold on, and he fell heavily down, and he fell into a deep sleep.

He had a dream, a beautiful dream.

In the dream, Wu Xiaorou put on a red wedding dress, covered her head, and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for him.

He stepped forward and lifted the hijab, revealing Wu Xiaorou's shy and flushed face in front of him.

Holding her head gently with both hands, he bent down and kissed her softly on the cheek.

Then I woke up from the dream, there was nothing, and all the good things in the dream became fragmented, leaving only her sentence "We are not suitable" echoing in her mind for a long time.

"Why, I can't even dream a dream!"

Shen Yan opened his eyes and looked at the mosquito that couldn't break free from the cobweb, and said in a depressed mood.

Wetness gathered in his eyes, and finally pooled into a pool of tears, which slipped from the corners of his eyes, down his cheeks, and landed on the pillow, wetting a patch.

Wu Xiaorou's departure seemed to have taken his soul away.

He got up from the bed, opened the door and walked out, and in the hall, he didn't see the food that Shen's mother left for him, and walked straight out of the house.

He walked aimlessly, but he unconsciously walked outside the courtyard of Lei Zhongbao's house.

This is where he and Wu Xiaorou met for the first time.

Outside the courtyard of Lei Zhongbao's house, after stopping for a long time, Shen Yan didn't have the heart to appreciate the pale yellow chrysanthemums that bloomed all over the yard, and his mind was full of Wu Xiaorou's brilliant appearance that day.

Shen Yanqing clearly remembered that that day, on her immature face, she had a flower-like smile, her black hair was tied into two twisted flowers and thrown behind her head, and a floral skirt was twisted into a circle under her turn.

On that day, he was caught in that trap and sank into her flowery smile.

At that time, he was only ten years old, and he probably didn't understand what love was, but he simply liked her appearance, her smile, and her floral skirt that was twisted in circles.

But isn't that what feelings are?

came inexplicably, and easily pushed people in, regardless of the abyss ahead or flowers everywhere.

After I don't know how long, after a long pause, Shen Yan continued to walk forward.

A small river appeared in front of him.

There was a wooden bridge over the river, small enough for two people to cross side by side to the woods on the opposite bank.

Six years ago, it was on this bridge that he used his trembling and wet hand for the first time to hold the soft, slightly cold Rouyi, she did not refuse, nor struggled, everything happened so naturally.

At that time, he was sixteen years old and she was fourteen years old, which was the first blooming of love.

On that day, it was spring.

The sky was slightly covered with wind, and the grass and trees on the ground, which had been yellowed throughout winter and autumn, were dyed with verdant green, and flowers were showing their colors from the greenery, gently swaying their waists with the wind.

That day, he looked at her and laughed, looking silly.

That day, she looked at him, and she was also smiling, and in his eyes, she was charming and like a mimosa, delicate and cute.

On that day, everything was beautiful, the blue sky was beautiful, the flowers blooming in spring were beautiful, and even the chirping birds were beautiful.

Shen Yan didn't walk on the wooden bridge, he didn't dare to walk on the wooden bridge, he didn't dare, and he didn't want to think of the good things that had been.

He didn't go on, the road ahead, there were many good memories of him and her, but now, it has become a painful past.

All because of her words.

"Then I just gave up?"

Shen Yan's footsteps stopped by the stream, looking at his slightly haggard face reflected in the clear stream, and asked him silently.