Haven't seen it?

Xiang Qing had never expected that the good-looking man in front of him would remember something, but when she heard him say this, she couldn't help but chuckle in her heart, and felt a little inexplicably lost.

The melodious piano sound continued to sound, and the white index finger clicked, and it fell intricately on the corresponding black and white keys, Xiang Qing looked at Mo Zixuan's handsome side face under the sun, and her eyes were a little warm.

Lowering her head, she didn't speak, her feet seemed to be glued to the ground, and she couldn't move.

Trying to hold back the tears in his eyes, he thought to himself, what are you crying for? What is there to cry about.

Isn't he too hypocritical......

The breeze swept through the boy's deep features, his eyebrows lifted slightly, and his sensitive ears heard the sobs that he had tried to suppress but could still hear.

Did you make her cry yourself?

But the tears of girls, he is not uncommon, many years ago, he was so stupid, deeply fell into the hypocritical tears of another girl.

In the end, what did he get?

Hmph, ridiculous.

With a "bell", his slender five fingers pressed together on the white keys, turned his head, and looked at the girl in front of him lightly, almost indifferently, and there was no tenderness in those dark pupils.

The sudden sound shocked Xiang Qing, she raised her head, there were still undried tears in the corners of her eyes, rubbing her hands, at a loss.

"Let's go." He looked at her with tears in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Hmm." Her hands were clenched, her palms ached, but Xiang Qing still managed to squeeze out a smile and nodded.

After turning around, he raised his head, stared at the ceiling vigorously, straightened his waist as if nothing happened, and walked out step by step.

Until, I tasted a faint taste of blood in my mouth.

And Mo Zixuan in the piano room looked at her departing back and pondered for a long time......

In the second half of her sophomore year, Shen Xiaoxiao still went abroad, although she occasionally felt a little lonely, but for Xiang Qing, she still felt that Xiaoxiao's decision was right.

The world is so big, there is always a chance to break through.

Cheng Jiaming is still so romantic, his girlfriends are changed one after another, because of his guilt towards Shen Xiaoxiao, he occasionally takes care of Xiang Qing.

However, Xiang Qing didn't want to accept his affection.

What did the once passionate love get in exchange, this answer may only be known to Shen Xiaoxiao, who is covered in scars.

As for Mo Zixuan, Xiang Qing has never seen it again, it is true that the school is very big, but it is not so big that it doesn't matter whether it is deliberately evasive, or whether it is really like stopping water.

I heard that Mo Zixuan had a girlfriend, basically, the whole school was in an uproar, and those little girls who admired him probably cried silently in the bed, missing their lost youth.

As for Xiang Qing, she lives her little life comfortably, and all she thinks about every day is those heavy schoolwork and a confused future.

I don't know if it's because of Shen Xiaoxiao's departure, her heart that has always been passable suddenly became loose, and perhaps, she should also pick up the lost courage.

Later, one day, Xiang Qing finally learned from Satomi that Mo Zixuan's so-called girlfriend was none other than the beautiful figure of the fiery red.

Mo Xiao seemed to be thinner than before, but the bright color between his eyebrows and eyes was still the same, so full of vitality.

She was wearing a fiery red dress, standing in front of Mo Zixuan's dormitory building in the scorching summer, holding the Häagen-Dazs she had just bought.

And Mo Zixuan was lazily wearing a warm-colored shirt, almost just woke up, and went downstairs elegantly, his handsome face was calm, and he let Mo Xiao hold him, coquettish, and frolic.

Maybe that's what he really wants, Xiang Qing looked at them, thinking.

Anyway, everyone has their own destiny and their own path, Xiang Qing can't understand other people's every move, let alone say anything.

Mo Zixuan, where you can't see, I silently bless you, and I wish the young man I once touched is happy, comfortable, and as before.

Spring goes to winter, and in the blink of an eye, Xiang Qing has reached the age of her junior.

The heavy workload of schoolwork is nothing, for Xiang Qing, instead of worrying about those things, is it not, she will still go outside to work.

Instead of reaching out to his father to ask for money, it is better to support himself. She is not a hypocritical little princess, but whenever her father hesitates on the phone, she always can't stand that sad mood.

Because of the kindness of the bookstore owner, Xiang Qing stayed in the store to eat, holding white rice grains, looking at the torrential rain outside the window, and sighed silently.

I don't know why, it's always raining this summer.

It's wet and uncomfortable.

"Xiang Qing, why don't you stay today." The boss is a chubby middle-aged woman, because her husband has been away for a long time, and she is inevitably a little lonely in her heart.

Seeing that Xiang Qing's sister-in-law is cool and steady, and she doesn't like to talk, she naturally has a good impression of her in her heart, after all, her children are also going to school in other places, and maternal love is overflowing.

"No, no." Xiang Qing smiled and rejected her kindness.

"Then, bring an umbrella!"

"Uh...... Okay, thanks. I'll be back tomorrow. Sorry for the black umbrella, when the rain was lighter, she said goodbye and rushed into the rain.

When she arrived downstairs in the dormitory, she looked at her wet trouser legs, pouted helplessly, and then the next second, she found a problem with even more black lines.

I seem to have gone to the wrong building.

Because the dormitory of this university is crossed by the male and female buildings, it is generally not suitable for the confused Xiang Qing to go wrong, but it is raining heavily today, and the vision is not very clear, so ...... It's tragic......

Stamped her feet angrily, Xiang Qing turned her head, and walked towards the other side helplessly, she remembered that it seemed to be in this direction, looking left and right, and suddenly, she saw ......

In the heavy rain where she could barely see the road, a fiery red figure stood in the heavy rain, and the cold raindrops hit her face mercilessly, embarrassed.

Then, isn't it Mo Xiao?

At the door of the dormitory, there were more and more crowds of onlookers, even if the cold wind was swishing, but because they were too curious, they were still watching and discussing.

Just when Xiang Qing felt puzzled, a white figure walked out, holding a big black umbrella in his right hand, through the crowd, and slowly walked out of the door.

The wind was very strong on a rainy day, and he blew through the warm edges and corners of Mo Zixuan, and his delicate facial features amazed everyone.

"Zixuan, I'm ......" Mo Xiao cried, Xiang Qing could see that her shoulders were shaking, but it was by no means freezing.

"Sad?"

He opened his mouth lightly, and his handsome face looked at the embarrassed Mo Xiao for a long time, and finally, his long finger wiped the water droplets from her face for her, and the corners of her mouth were raised, and she smiled......

Suddenly with a strong hand, he pinched her little face, which was already white and purple, and shook it away fiercely.

Unstable, Mo Xiao screamed, and fell to the ground in embarrassment, because it was raining, Xiang Qing couldn't see the expression on Mo Zixuan's face at this moment.

She couldn't believe that Mo Zixuan, who had always been gentle, would make such a drastic move, yes, not only Xiang Qing, but everyone next to her were dumbfounded.

Noble and gentle prince, is this madness?

Zixuan's ...... hands were cut by small stone particles on the ground, Mo Xiao held her mouth aggrievedly, she didn't understand why Mo Zixuan suddenly judged the two of them.

Obviously, a while ago, he was not like this.

"Don't laugh, I'm annoyed!" With a sneer on the corner of his mouth, he looked condescendingly at the embarrassed girl on the ground, and his big hand holding the handle of the umbrella turned pale.

"What? What did you say? ”

"This is what you once said to me, now ......" The cold color on his face faded, Mo Zixuan's long body bent down, and handed the umbrella in his hand to Mo Xiao's hand.

Immediately afterwards, he smiled softly, and his thin lips moved slightly, "I'll give it back to you!" “

Mo Xiao was stupid, she looked at the arrogant and indifferent white back in the rain, covered her face, and cried bitterly.

It's your own retribution, isn't it? But, Zixuan, why don't you ever think about it, I'm also in trouble.

The love of my youth is young, but it is indeed so heavy, how can I, a weak woman, have the ability to resist those worldly things.

Xiang Qing looked at the strangers watching in the heavy rain, Mo Zixuan who turned to leave, and Mo Xiao, who was paralyzed on the ground crying bitterly, clenched the umbrella in his hand and walked in the other direction.

I can't figure out what she feels in her heart at this time, Xiang Qing only feels that she doesn't understand their world, and in their emotional drama, she is just a passerby.

No matter what the purpose of Mo Zixuan's actions at the moment was, Xiang Qing knew that this had nothing to do with her.

Crossing the path and approaching the dormitory, she gently lay on the bed in the greeting of her roommate, and in the curtains, the orange light was very warm, which made her heart feel stable.

Soon, the news of Mo Zixuan's cruel dumping of his beautiful girlfriend spread, and the boys blamed him for not knowing how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, while the girls continued to draw their eyebrows and eyes, waiting for the next chance encounter.

But Mo Zixuan didn't care about this matter at all, he had his own ideas, he was in his senior year, and he seemed to have some consciousness in the face of life.

Putting down the black phone in his hand, Mo Zixuan lay on his back on the bed, with a faint sadness on his handsome face, such an expression he had not had for many years.

"What, comfortable?" Song Cheng was carrying a white laptop, standing clinically, because of the advantage of height, he could easily see the sad expression on Mo Zixuan's side face.

"What do you mean?" He turned his head lightly, and the wide V-neck showed his white shoulders, and his lazy and charming appearance made the cold-faced god Song Cheng stunned for a moment.

"Demons!"

"Nerves!"

Not to be outdone, Mo Zixuan opened his mouth unhurriedly, turned over and got out of bed, elegantly put on a white sun-protective suit, and went downstairs comfortably under Song Cheng's gaze.

Before he knew it, it had been almost seven years since he came to Kyoto, from that winter to this summer, but here, he still couldn't find the original feeling.

I can't always catch something.

Walking blankly on the crowded streets, his eyes were slightly hollow, and he couldn't say what he felt in his heart, but in the dark, something was pulling him again......