A bus stop sounded, and Gao Wenxiang and He Meina came to Hangzhou West Lake Scenic Area. Although winter is not the best season to see the West Lake, the elegance and charm of the West Lake have not diminished. After entering the scenic spot, you can deeply feel the humanistic and elegant beauty left over from the thousand-year-old history.

The sun was shining brightly on this day, and there was not a hint of chill in the air. Gao Wenxiang took He Meina's hand and walked around the West Lake, talking and laughing, the two talked about the cultural history and legends related to the West Lake while walking.

"Mina, do you know how to memorize poems about West Lake? Gao Wenxiang asked happily.

"If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, light makeup is always appropriate." He Meina replied.

"The West Lake has many beauties since ancient times, ten miles of lotus, three autumn laurels, and four mountains are clear and green." Gao Wenxiang groaned.

He Meina immediately said again: "After the group of flowers, the West Lake is good, the mess is red, the flying flakes are wet, and the weeping willows are dry and windy. ”

Holding her beloved's hand, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the West Lake, and walking across the broken bridge and the remnants of the snow, He Meina felt that the happiness at the moment was more romantic than in the poem, and she was like Bai Suzhen in the past, meeting Xu Xian on the shore of the West Lake.

In the West Lake, Gao Wenxiang also played a good man's temperament, helping He Meina to hold the bag along the way, and holding her in his arms from time to time. Gao Wenxiang, who was intoxicated by the halo of happiness in West Lake, would never have thought of Meng Ting, who was thousands of miles away, and it was still difficult to forget him.

In the afternoon, after Gao Wenxiang and He Meina walked out of the West Lake Scenic Area, they went to visit the two campuses of Zhejiang University, one Xixi Campus and the other Yuquanshan Campus, which are closest to the West Lake Scenic Area.

In the evening, He Meina took her beloved boyfriend to eat Hangzhou xiaolongbao and tasted a few cups of Longjing green tea. Gao Wenxiang has never enjoyed such a colorful life, no wonder countless people are determined to do a career, without the foundation of success as support, how can there be such an intoxicating lifestyle. The day of happy play with He Meina seemed to make him more determined in his original choice. It is a wise act to analyze the future through the present, reject Meng Ting, and choose He Meina.

After returning to the hotel, it was still the same as last night, hugging the beauty in his arms and falling asleep. Compared with yesterday, Gao Wenxiang is no longer so nervous, and the excitement of a day of playing has turned into a kiss with He Meina.

Originally, this winter vacation, Meng Ting's plan was to quietly read the books she brought from school. However, plans never change quickly. Meng Ting's mobile phone constantly has QQ messages from Zong Wenbo, and they are more frequent than before. Meng Ting is reluctant to spend all her time chatting with her seniors, and Meng Ting often replies to messages during the day.

Before going home during the winter vacation, a female classmate in Meng Ting's Propaganda Department once said in front of Meng Ting that Senior Zongwenbo had a little meaning for herself. As Meng Ting is concerned, she has never thought about it in her mind, let alone choosing to fall in love with her seniors just after being rejected by Gao Wenxiang. It's been seven days in a row since the holiday, and Zong Wenbo has sent messages every day in these seven days, and there is a trace of tenderness in it more than before.

"Meng Ting, do you have anyone you like?"

"I didn't." Meng Ting felt a sense of loss in her heart, this was when she forced herself to tell a lie, and her strong heart told her to forget the love she had been full of.

"But I heard that some time ago the person you liked was in love."

Meng Ting knew that it must have been Yu Manxue who told him, Zong Wenbo was in charge of the two departments of propaganda and culture and sports, and in the past few months, Yu Manxue and Zong Wenbo have established a deep friendship relationship, and with the deepening of the relationship, Yu Manxue was gradually cultivated by Zong Wenbo to become a person who threads the needle. Since Yu Manxue knew that the person Meng Ting had always liked had a new love, as soon as she had the opportunity, Yu Manxue would boast to Zong Wenbo in front of Meng Ting.

"Senior, can you not mention something unhappy? I didn't lie to you, there used to be, and now I really don't. Meng Ting's subconscious seemed to be stung, and she was telling her: Are you deceiving yourself?

Zong Wenbo sent a heart-warming apology and some words of comfort, but these were just symbols for Meng Ting.

"Meng Ting, there is something I have always wanted to say to you."

"What? Senior, you say it. ”

"Meng Ting, what I want to say to you is that I have had a good impression of you since I first met you, and in the past few months since I met, I found that I have fallen in love with you. I hope you can accept my affection and be my girlfriend, is it okay? ”

Meng Ting was shocked by Zong Wenbo's sudden confession, and her bland thoughts were instantly frozen at that moment.

Meng Ting was confessed for the first time, and she became nervous and didn't know how to reply. Meng Ting put down her phone and calmed herself down for a while, and a thought kept popping up in her mind: she couldn't accept Zong Wenbo, and she had no feelings for him. The repeated hints shuttle back and forth over and over again, and are as clearly visible as a meteor streaked across the night sky.

After thinking for a while, Meng Ting chose to refuse.

"Senior, I'm sorry, I don't want to fall in love at the moment, thank you for your affirmation and love for me."

Meng Ting really couldn't think of a better sentence to reply, and when she was faced with the first confession in her life, she unexpectedly cut off her professional inspiration and ideas, and could only use this plain and short sentence.

Zong Wenbo didn't choose to chase after Meng Ting's reply after seeing it, he thought to himself that Meng Ting and himself were from the same college, and she was the junior sister in charge of the department, so there would always be opportunities in the future, and if she didn't let go now, it would only increase Meng Ting's disgust.

Looking at Meng Ting's refusal message, Zong Wenbo could clearly feel that there was not much loss in his heart, he firmly believed that the sun was always after the wind and rain, even if Meng Ting was frozen for thousands of years, as long as the days were long, with his own efforts, one day it would melt, and the place where the flowers in his dreams bloomed was waiting for him not far away.

"Meng Ting, I respect your thoughts. But I will not give up, I will prove my love for you with practical actions, and I will always wait for you to give me a chance. ”

Meng Ting didn't reply, to be precise, she didn't know how to reply. Since Gao Wenxiang and He Meina were together, the infinite expectation of love has fallen to the lowest point in Meng Ting's heart. She doesn't want to have a romantic relationship with anyone in the past year or two, she just wants to live her comfortable college life. As for love, leave it to fate to arrange. No one can predict what the future will look like, so instead of being confused, it is better to live each day with your heart. Maybe in the future, when fate comes, the result may be more beautiful than I expected.

After the lights went out, Meng Ting's eyes also flashed a trace of Zong Wenbo's impression: taking her luggage at the beginning of the school year, talking about him at the department meeting, being praised by the girls of the college, and so on. But this is just an impression, not the first opening of the so-called love, Meng Ting reminded herself again and again.