Jiang Yuerong shook off Rong Zixiao's hand almost immediately, as if his hand was too hot, and her hand was too cold, and his hand was enough to burn her. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Rong Zixiao was a little embarrassed, and the flush on Jiang Yuerong's face was gradually fading.

She was silent for a long time before she said, "No, you are a good person, you are very good." It's my fault, it's all my fault. I thought we were just very good friends, but who knew that now it would be a misunderstanding of each other. Last night, when my mother came to my room and told me about you, I was puzzled. Now it seems that there is nothing else that is not understood. They're trying to get us together, and I'm afraid my father is involved! ”

"That's true. Today your eldest brother has conveyed to me your parents' opinions. What's so bad about that? Moon. Don't you know that when Aunt Lin took you to my house, she meant to introduce you to me. My mother agreed. Now that both parents have acquiesced, what else do you have to worry about? Rong Zixiao only felt that his heart was beating unusually fast, he secretly gritted his teeth, and finally asked, "Could it be that you think I'm not good enough to have this qualification?" He was so nervous, for the first time in his life, he was so unconfident.

"No, you're good, very good." Jiang Yuerong replied quickly, with a serious and solemn expression, without the slightest hesitation.

"Are you afraid that I will treat you badly in the future?"

Jiang Yuerong still shook her head, but a trace of panic flashed in her eyes.

"We don't get along well enough? You see you're still shaking your head. I don't understand what concerns you have? Yuerong, tell me, don't let me guess. ”

"You don't know me. This...... Not what I wanted! ”

Even if there was even the slightest wandering in Jiang Yuerong's tone, Rong Zixiao's heart would not be so cold: "Not what you want?" He stumbled a little and said, "I—I don't quite understand." ”

"From the charity bazaar to Mr. Zhu's funeral, you have always been so enthusiastic to help me. I consider myself very lucky to have two such good friends, you and Fan Fan, in the past few months. Now, in my life, you all have occupied a very important place. It's just that I never thought about it any other way. It was me who was wrong, and I must have done something wrong that would make you and everyone misunderstand. Jiang Yuerong lowered her eyes and said in a low voice.

"What does it matter?" Rong Zixiao said softly: "Starting with like-minded friends, I think it's a good start." Yuerong, I can not only be your friend, we can go further, I can be your closer person. It's perfectly too late for you to start thinking about this now. "His voice is watery and contains a charm that can deceive people. His eyes were so eager that they could melt even the hardest ice.

It's just that Jiang Yuerong was still unmoved, she took a step back, and seemed a little scared: "I'm sorry." It seems that I don't know what else to say except sorry now. I beg your pardon. Even if I lose a friend, I don't want to ruin your life in the future. Her tone was so firm that there was no room for manoeuvre. Jiang Yuerong has never been as weak as her appearance, even if such ruthless words came out of her mouth at this time, it was the same soft voice, but it was also the same that could break people's hearts.

Rong Zixiao felt that his heart was already cold. He came with confidence, full of longing and desire for the future, full of other people's wishes and blessings, but unexpectedly hit a hard wall made of rock. He thought that Jiang Yuerong's heart was figured out with him, but he didn't expect that it was just his wishful thinking and self-inflicted affection.

He took a deep breath and tried to put away his frustration, disappointment, and sadness. He wanted to say something, but his tongue was dry and he didn't know what to say. He shook his head, inexplicably angry at his lack of calmness. But when he was able to start thinking again, his keen sense of observation suddenly gave him a little hope. It turned out that Jiang Yuerong was not like what she said, a copper wall and an iron wall. Her slender, pale fingers were tightly twisted together, her head bowed, her eyes down. But her teeth bit her lip, and the rose-like lip was almost bloodless. Her eyes were downcast, and her thick eyelashes covered her eyes, but the butterfly-like eyelashes trembled slightly, reflecting that she was far less calm than she appeared.

"Are you telling the truth?" Rong Zixiao asked.

Jiang Yuerong was silent, just nodded indiscriminately.

"But...... I still don't believe it. Rong Zixiao said slowly, word by word.

His words made Jiang Yuerong raise her head in surprise. At that moment, he saw the tears in her eyes, and it also exposed the pain and struggle in her heart.

"Are you lying to me, or are you fooling yourself? If you are telling me the truth, what do your tears mean? I thought I knew you, but I still don't understand you. You are so kind, intelligent and delicate, I think you must be more thoughtful than I am when you think about things. So, of course, I believe you have your own reasons for rejecting me. So, as a friend, could you please tell me the real reason? ”

Rong Zixiao waited for a while, but Jiang Yuerong was still silent with her head down. He had no choice but to continue: "I won't force you to answer until you're ready. However, I won't choose to give up until you give me an answer! ”

He forced the box in his hand to Jiang Yuerong, and he felt extremely relaxed for a moment: "You see, it turns out that some things are not as difficult as imagined. You can take this thing, and of course you can throw it away. It's just that you know, I'm not so easy to throw away. ”

Jiang Yuerong couldn't believe it, raised her head suddenly, and saw Rong Zixiao with a smile on the corner of her mouth. He looked at her deeply, turned and strode away, as calmly as he had come. The noisy streets, the crowds of people, seem to have become a quiet backdrop, facing the setting sun, only he is dynamic, colorful, step by step, as if walking into a black and white silent movie, gradually moving away, until it disappears.

Jiang Yuerong subconsciously opened the box, and inside was a blue pencil case embroidered with a full moon on it. This is Jiang Yuerong's stitch and thread embroidered bazaar. She unfastened the buckle made of pearls and pulled out a Baiquin pen. That's his pen!

She knew that Rong Zixiao must have spent a lot of energy to get the pencil case back from the buyer at that time. It's hers, it's his, it's what they share. Her tears finally fell, big tears falling on the pencil case one by one, and the blue satin was wet. Soaked in tears, the full moon became more and more extraordinary, clear and clean, but just like standing alone on the street corner, alone, alone.