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Beige cashmere carpets stretch to the floor-to-ceiling windows, while tonal gingette curtains separate the bustling traffic of the bustling city and keep out the sunshine.

Qiao Yuxuan leaned indifferently on the soft black leather sofa, his unfathomable eyes were as restrained and deep as the sea surging in the dark night, a well-known magazine once used such a word to describe him - mysterious. Despite today's highly developed society and the pervasiveness of the media, little is known about him as a young and up-and-coming painter.

Today, there is only a table distance between him and Xia Xueqing, but once, they have been separated for a year.

He pursed his lips and didn't speak, his gaze fell on Xia Xueqing for a moment.

At this time, she was slightly bowing her head and taking a sip of coffee, and the light makeup showed her fairness to the extreme. As if the coffee was a little bitter, her slender eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a light smile on the corner of her mouth, and for a moment, overlapping with the smile he remembered, he remembered her, even though they were separated, he always remembered her.

"Xueqing, how are you doing?" He spoke slowly.

Xia Xueqing put down the coffee cup, raised her head quietly, and replied with a smile: "It's not bad, what about you?" She looked back at Qiao Yuxuan, and the smile on her lips also spread, "Oh! By the way, you're doing well! Famous young painters, accompanied by beautiful women! ”

Qiao Yuxuan's expression was a little embarrassed, "What famous painter?" Don't you know how I draw? The girl you saw today, she is Sun Mingming's cousin, we have nothing to do with each other! ”

"Mr. Qiao, it's okay if you have anything! Anyway, the man is not married to the woman! Xia Xueqing shrugged her shoulders and smiled calmly.

She was not aggressive, but politely and detached to call him "Mr. Qiao", as if the past was also irrelevant in her eyes, and now their relationship was more pure, just for her ex-husband and ex-wife.

It's just that her clenched hand under the table pointed out that her emotions were betrayed, her fingertips were slightly cold and trembling, and her heart was far from being as calm as she appeared. She thought that she had been reborn from that deep relationship, and she had behaved very well over the past year, but when she met him again, she realized that she had not realized it, but had hidden him in the depths of her heart, and still loved him.

Listening to her words, Qiao Yuxuan's eyebrows were tightly locked, his body leaned forward slightly, his hands were clasped on the table covered with a red tablecloth, the structured cuffs of his dark shirt were slightly exposed outside the black suit, he stared at the heat of the coffee, and couldn't help but think of the first time he saw Xia Xueqing.

That year, he was a sophomore. A talented person in the art department, he is already a man of the year in C University.

At that time, most of his classmates around him found girlfriends. Sun Mingliang, who was in the same bedroom, often joked with him: "Qiao Yuxuan, you are so guarded like a jade, for whom?" ”

"You are so ****, the hospital is very welcome!" He responded.

"It's a pity that Yaru is infatuated. You don't, I'll do it. ”

"You have such a big appetite, Li Ping can't satisfy you. Walking too much at night, be careful of running into tigresses. ”

"Just be serious. The iceberg beauty Xia Xueqing of the fashion design department is compared with what you have. ”

That was the first time Qiao Yuxuan heard Xia Xueqing's name.

At noon the next day, Qiao Yuxuan and Sun Mingliang found a remote corner of the canteen to eat. A conversation between a man and a woman floated in his ears.

"Xueqing, Faye Wong's concert, let's go together?" The man's voice carried a hint of pleading.

Xia Xueqing's heart was pounding, she could sing almost every Faye Wong song, but she had never seen it.

"Say yes, that's your idol." Sang Xiaorou couldn't wait to agree for her.

Xia Xueqing thought about it, but said: "I want to go to the library to read books at night, so I won't go." ”

The man hung his head in disappointment, it was the Nth time he refused, and he silently got up and left.

"Why don't you go? It's just a concert, and if you don't want to talk about it, you can just be an ordinary friend. ”

Xia Xueqing replied seriously, "Do you know how much a ticket costs?" At least two hundred, which is more than a month's living expenses for him. Since you don't want to associate with him, don't waste his money, let alone give him hope. ”

"Got it, you're the most upright, my villain." Sang Xiaorou muttered quietly.

"Sure enough, it's an iceberg beauty, and Ma Li has been pursuing her for almost a year. But she just wasn't moved, she was also a talent, and she was still a cadre of the student union. Sun Mingliang was indignant.

"When did you become a bag inquirer, I don't know." Qiao Yuxuan said disapprehantly, his gaze involuntarily swept to the woman diagonally opposite.

She was talking to her classmates, as if she felt something, and suddenly looked up, and the bright eyes under her smooth forehead were like a pool of spring water, quiet and deep.

Qiao Yuxuan lost his mind in an instant.

Xia Xueqing saw the man's familiar appearance, smiled slightly, and said hello.

"Do you know Qiao Yuxuan?" Sang Xiaorou asked in surprise.

Qiao Yuxuan, no wonder it feels familiar. The school bulletin board is often pasted with his paintings, accompanied by words, which is nothing more than an award or something.

Xia Xueqing shook her head and buried herself in the meal.

The corridor outside the pottery room is very narrow, that day, Xia Xueqing held the freshly fired vase and walked to the exhibition room, the half-height vase blocked her vision, heard the sound of footsteps, she subconsciously turned sideways to make way for the other party, but the numb fingers slipped because of the sudden change of movement, so that her whole center of gravity leaned forward uncontrollably, and in a moment, the person shrewdly held her with the vase steadily, which survived.

She was wearing a chiffon skirt with shaved shoulders, the other party's hand holding her smooth shoulder was thick and strong, it should be a man, the slightly hot temperature of her palm made her blush, she quickly stood up, turned her head from behind the vase to show half of her smiling face, and when she saw that this man turned out to be Qiao Yuxuan, Xia Xueqing politely thanked him: "Thank you so much." ”

However, Qiao Yuxuan didn't say anything, just took her hand back, and walked in the other direction without saying a word, she turned around, her eyes couldn't help but move with his cold back, he was wearing a straight striped shirt, the cuffs were rolled up to his elbows at will, and one hand was in the pocket of his khaki slacks, looking from behind, he was very clean and handsome.

The faint scent of cologne still lingered in the air, and it was said that a person's olfactory memory was three times that of visual memory, so she could easily remember his taste.

At that time, she didn't know that such an ordinary afternoon encounter, such a man, was enough to change her life.

Later, she saw him a few more times in the pottery room, his facial features were very deep, his eyebrows were thick, but his lips were a little thin, although he was extremely beautiful when he picked it up, and there was an incomparable charm.

Since then, Xia Xueqing often met Qiao Yuxuan on different occasions, and the two gradually became acquainted.