Looking back, it is still the same way, but there is no word for each other.

Lin Xuan suddenly felt that this scene was a little familiar, thought about it for a while, and remembered that it was after training in the Internet café that afternoon, on the riverbank in front of Yulong Square, he saw the soup that was "ordered" by Jiang Qianyu, and went to Xu Hui to apologize, which was also a similar situation, walking under the shade of the willows on the riverbank like this.

Of course, the atmosphere is much sweeter than at the moment.

The experiences were somewhat similar.

Lin Xuan turned his head to look at Xu Qingru, and Xu Qingru looked at the river.

He sighed in his heart, dispelling the idea of speaking, no matter what he said at this time, he was pouring salt on her wound, and he had already stabbed someone, and then asked "Do you hurt?" "Even the most sincere tone is useless.

The wound bleeds, scabs, this is a given.

Pain is inevitable.

Whether it's annoyance or hatred, it's all normal.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Along the riverbank, walking silently all the way back to the pavilion in front of the community, Xu Qingru broke the silence with a voice, but the problem was still in front of Lin Xuan.

When she spoke, she looked at a verdant and lush maple incense on the side of the road, Lin Xuan looked at her side face, recalling her shy and happy appearance when she just walked out of the community, guilt mixed with a little distress, and sighed softly: "I feel that I have a lot to say, but I don't know what to say, I have no face...... Nor can it be said. ”

She still didn't look back, her voice choked slightly, "What else can't you say?" ”

Lin Xuan was silent.

Xu Qingru stopped talking, turned around and walked towards the door of his community, Lin Xuan followed a few more steps, and when he arrived at the gate, seeing that Xu Qingru still had no intention of turning back, he had to say goodbye softly as usual: "Slow down, bye-bye." ”

"Well, bye-bye."

It's also the same response as usual, but there is no smile to look back on.

Xu Qingru really didn't think about turning back, it was already the case, there was no need to throw the last bit of reserve and dignity she had as a girl on the ground, but when she heard the end of the "bye-bye" sound falling in her ears, and then took a step forward, it seemed that with every step, something was being pulled out of her body.

The sensation was so clear that it almost made her suspect that she was covered in wounds, and that it was blood that had been pulled out.

Otherwise, why is it accompanied by such pain and powerlessness?

She finally turned around and saw Lin Xuan standing in place, less than two meters away from her.

Did he keep up again, or did he not go far at all in these few steps?

Lin Xuan said, "What's wrong?" ”

Xu Qingru bit her lip and asked softly, "...... in the future?" Can we still meet? ”

When I asked this sentence, I felt that what I had just insisted on along the way, what I supported, everything that I wanted to maintain, what I had to save, and the whole world seemed to be smashed into a blur by this sentence, a simple seven words.

She turned her back in a panic, and in an instant tears were pouring down her face.

Don't dare to wipe it.

Let the vision blur into a cloud of dim light.

"Of course."

Lin Xuan tried to keep his voice as usual, "I said that I would find you as a tour guide when I went to Lucheng." ”

"Okay."

Xu Qingru responded softly, hearing her voice choked slightly, her strong self-esteem made her want to disappear in the field of vision behind her immediately, but she couldn't lift her feet.

She bit her lip hard, and then spoke again, listening to her ears, every word seemed to tremble slightly: "Yes...... Because, because ...... I rejected you before...... Is it? ”

Lin Xuan shook his head, then realized that she couldn't see it, and sighed, "No." ”

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds

……

Xu Qingru, who didn't wait for a follow-up answer, left slowly, the shadow of the tree was stretched by the setting sun, mottled in pieces, Lin Xuan watched her walk through the light and darkness, slowly disappeared, stood in place for a long time, and then turned around and left.

Behind him, the shadows of the trees swayed.

The sky is full of sunset.

Like a scumbag himself.

When Lin Xuan walked back to the bus station, he looked back in the direction of Xu Qingru's house, and suddenly remembered that a small poem written by Xu Qingru not long before the confession was written by her after reading "Remembering Yang Bi", which was later torn off by herself, Lin Xuan only remembered two sentences:

Mo Dao people are light and thin, and they only hate sunny nights.

These two small poems seem to be quite appropriate at this time, after all, she has done nothing wrong, and even if you look at it from her point of view, she is completely a scumbag image.

"Bang."

The bus stopped in front of the stop sign, Lin Xuan retracted his gaze, stepped up and got on the bus, there were a lot of people on the bus, he didn't care, he found a less crowded position, held the railing, and looked out the window quietly.

To be honest, Xu Qingru's performance surprised him a little, probably because of her habitual suppression of the external expression of feelings, before, whether it was school or daily chatting after the college entrance examination, Lin Xuan never thought that she would use her affection so much.

Looking back at this time, I can vaguely understand that the afternoon before the college entrance examination, with her character, what kind of determination she could muster up so much courage to take the two steps forward in that situation.

However, life is all about making trade-offs!

Lin Xuan sighed softly, emotional matters, means, and methods can be as tactful and gentle as possible, but once there is a decision, the attitude must be firm and resolute, and if you continue to make decisions, it will only harm others and yourself.

Just like the executioner in charge of cutting off the head, the moment he has to pick up the machete in his hand, the fastest and most ruthless knife, the crisp and neat hand of the knife, is the last thing that can be done to the tortured.

After getting off the bus, Lin Xuan looked at his building from afar, suppressed some negative emotions, and couldn't help but remember Jiang Qianyu's words when he went out, and walked into the community with a slight sigh.

"There's a long way to go."

When I got home, my father had already come back, and the family of three was discussing the plot of the TV series while eating, watching the joy of Lin Xuan, seeing Lin Xuan come back, my stepmother just asked if I had eaten, if I wanted to eat more, my father frowned and said: "I ran out as soon as I got home, and your mother bought vegetables at noon to prepare for the two of you to eat." ”

"I've eaten it."

Lin Xuan answered his stepmother first, and then explained to his father, "A classmate had an appointment, and after a trip, I knew that my mother must make a good meal, and she deliberately kept her stomach." ”

Sitting down in his place between words, there are dishes and chopsticks, and he hasn't moved, he said it well, in fact, he ate late at noon, and just ate a lot in the dumpling restaurant in order not to be too embarrassed for the atmosphere, and he also ate a lot.

The stepmother probably guessed that he was going to meet the female classmate, so naturally it was impossible to guess that the purpose was to refuse, so she smiled and made a round, and my father didn't say anything.

After eating a meal, Lin Xuan was not scolded, but he always felt strange in his heart, because Jiang Qianyu's attitude was a little strange.

During the whole meal, Jiang Qianyu said a few words to him, which was also the usual content, but from beginning to end, he didn't even glance at him.

After taking a bath, Lin Xuan knocked on Jiang Qianyu's door, and then pushed it open and went in, Xiao Nizi was sitting cross-legged in front of the bay window reading a book, and when she saw him come in, she just raised her eyes and glanced at it, and then continued to concentrate on reading.

Lin Xuan looked at the girl in front of him who was still shy and happy to say, "You come back, I will triumph" less than three hours ago, and a little doubt passed through his heart, but he smiled as usual: "Will it be broadcast live later?" ”

"Nope."

Jiang Qianyu's eyes were still staring at the pages in front of him, and his voice was shallow, "It's been broadcast in the afternoon, read books in the evening, and take a rest." ”

"Okay." Lin Xuan turned to leave and gently closed the door.

"Bang."

With a soft thud, the door shut.

Jiang Qianyu, who had been concentrating on reading, raised his head and looked at the closed door in a daze, biting his lips tightly, and his clear and bright eyes were a little dazed.

I have been obsessed with it for a long time, and I have never even noticed that the book in my hand has slipped down.

"Poof."

There was a soft thud.

Books that fall off the carpet close automatically.

The title of the cover reads: "The Funeral of ***".