In the early hours of the morning, Lu Buli was woken up by the sound of the phone, if she was not mistaken, the mobile phone that killed a thousand knives had been ringing for half an hour.

"Hello? I'm sick! What a fight! Damn it! ”

A penetrating female voice rang from the other side of the phone, Song Jiguang felt that there was an irreparable hole in his heart for a moment, such a huge gap made his whole person out of control, he quickly hung up the phone, and the whole person was lying on the bed and breathing violently.

The next morning, when Lu Buli walked through Happiness Street, he was pulled by a brute force and fell steadily into a warm embrace, which had this familiar fragrance.

Before there was time to react, a passionate kiss was ushered in, scorching hot and crazy. She struggled, but she couldn't resist Song Jiguang's uncontrollable arrogance.

He said, "I love you. ”

She said, "Please take back the word love, I don't deserve to talk about it." ”

Time freezes at this moment, her eyes are incomprehensible, even offended by the little temper, while he is sluggish, lost, remorseful, and blames himself.

She didn't remember him, not even the love she had for him.

He took a deep breath and raised his hand to touch her head, but she dodged it, his hand hung in the air, refusing to fall, he didn't know what he was stubborn about, and finally fell suddenly with the gravity of his wrist: "I'm sorry to scare you." ”

Lu Buli had never seen such a Song Jiguang, in her mind, he shone into her vitality like a light, and she couldn't help but pull her ashore with all her strength, and she also tirelessly drew light from him.

And at this moment, she saw in him decadence, inferiority, and self-abandonment.

She didn't answer, her lips hurt a little, it was her first kiss, but at this moment, none of this seemed to matter, she felt suffocated, although this sadness came from nowhere.

She tried to be as free as she could, pretending not to care.

When she arrived at the classroom, Lu Buli picked up the novel as usual, but every word seemed to have become Song Jiguang, she picked up the pen to do the problem, and the large blank space on the math paper seemed to be full of Song Jiguang's face, she listened to the class, as if she saw Song Jiguang with his head down, and he said, "I'm sorry." ”

This scared Lu Buli, she touched her lips, her mind was full of that kiss, there was a faint smell of tobacco that she didn't like the most.

"You can't think about it anymore! Can't think about it anymore, you know! You can't like anyone! You don't deserve it! She pounded her head with her hand hard, but she didn't feel a trace of pain.

Suddenly, her hand was caught, and she was about to have a seizure, when she looked up and saw Ning Wang's concerned face.

"What's wrong with you?"

His voice was soft, as if he was afraid of scaring her.

She didn't answer, she tore the test paper in a rage, then crumpled it into a ball, and then tore it again, she seemed to use all her strength, but she tried her best to endure the screams in her mouth.

She stopped, exhausted, and then she sat there for a long, long time.

"I don't believe in love."

She said.

Ning Wu suddenly felt that time had frozen, and he heard the noise of his own heart beating, and the heart-rending smile on her face.

It was snowing outside the window, and she pushed Ning Forget away and ran to the rooftop alone, which was empty.

She looked up at the snowy sky, she suddenly remembered sadly the days when she cried for Tang Huan, she followed the direction of the sun, her hands were on her lips, and she spoke to the sun with her lips silently: "Tang Huan - I don't believe - love." ”

After saying that, the child sat down like a child, but he couldn't save a single tear.

She sat for a long time, and no one noticed that there was one person missing in the huge classroom, and no one noticed that a small Lu Buli had disappeared, except for Ning Forget.

Ning forgot to find her, carried her downstairs with a high fever, and sent her home.

She didn't resist and slept heavily on her shoulder.

On the way, he met Song Jiguang who came to pick her up, and he saw Song Jiguang's tall and depressed figure from a distance, he wanted to go around, but looked left and right, there was only this one way to go.

When he walked to Song Jiguang's side, Song Jiguang stretched out his hand, and he would rather forget to look at it than catch Lu Buli and walk over.

Not a few steps away, Ning Forget suddenly stopped: "She said that she doesn't believe in love." ”

Song Jiguang withdrew his hand that was going to snatch the person, the hands were red from the snow, and he didn't know how long he had been standing.

He lowered his head, his voice hoarse, and he said:

"I'm sorry."