The crisp sound of bowls and spoons clashing makes the whole restaurant seem excessively quiet.

.....

Good night, burying his head and scooping the barley lotus seed porridge in his bowl with a spoon.

Such a stiff atmosphere made her even more careful to breathe.

may be because of the dispute with Dr. Song last night, Ye Hangcheng on the opposite side has a gloomy and scary face. His thin lips were pursed, and he didn't move a few mouthfuls of the porridge at hand.

Without saying a word, he ate the sandwich in his hand. Not even a word has been said since it was served.

Dr. Song also seemed unnatural. I wanted to open my mouth several times, but I silently stopped again.

"Ahem, Dr. Song's porridge today is really delicious."

"You got up early in the morning, it's really hard for you."

Goodnight finally spoke softly, as if to break the deadlock.

He spoke softly, no different from his usual voice. But when I listened closely, the tone was slightly raised.

She deliberately wanted Ye Hangcheng to notice.

Sure enough, the boy heard this. The body was stunned.

His eyes finally fell on the porridge bowl at hand.

Pick it up slowly.

The bowl was still steaming, and the boy scooped a spoonful into his mouth. The warm taste immediately warms people's hearts.

The fragrance of the silk is to outline the green memories of the lotus leaves in the summer garden.

....

"Hangcheng, are the lotus flowers here good-looking?"

"Hangcheng, we'll make a sachet together, okay."

"Voyage, Voyage ....."

....

The tide of memories is pouring in like a tidal wave.

The boy who was drinking the porridge was caught off guard and his eyes were red.

Xu was worried that someone would find the wetness under the corners of his eyes, and his steps to get up seemed to be staggering and hurried.

"I'm ready, I'll wait for you in the living room."

"Hangcheng...."

Good night saw that something was wrong and was about to speak, but was interrupted.

"It's okay, let's go."

Doctor Song's expression on the side seemed to be a little gloomy, and he waved his hand to the boy.

.....

Seeing Ye Hangcheng's footsteps drifting away, good night said slightly, "Doctor Song...."

"Hang Cheng is a kid who values feelings, I know he can't let go."

Song Yuling smiled bitterly, and then stared at the good night lightly.

"Xiao An, can you promise me one thing."

"You say."

Goodnight whispered in response, but he also guessed what Dr. Song wanted to say.

"The place we went to last time, and the situation you saw, can you not mention it to Hangcheng."

Sure enough, it was that time.

"You know, that situation, it's not very promising. Hangcheng, this kid is sometimes a little extreme, and I'm afraid that he will really do something after seeing it. ”

Song Yuling frowned, but there were no traces left by too many years on her smooth and flat face.

But the tone was mixed with a bit of anxiety that did not conform to his professional quality.

"I know, I won't say it."

"Don't worry."

Good night, I know that Song Yuling is very resistant and minds that Ye Hangcheng goes there. It's hard to say it directly. I had to pretend to agree.

In fact, she rarely insists on going her own way. But this time it was really different, and when she learned about it, she decided to intervene.

In this life, people must always be decisive and brave for the people and things that they feel are important. After all, it's a good time to pay tribute to that beautiful time that has been hidden in the long river of time.

.....

"I want to ask you a question.

The breeze is blowing, and in the morning on campus, teachers and students come and go.

I was walking side by side, but I heard the girl next to me open her mouth gently.

Ye Hangcheng turned sideways slightly. Lowered his head a little, "Just ask." ”

"Is it true that you said the other day that you wanted to kill the person who abused her?"

"Is that what you really think?"

Goodnight holds a few books in his hand and tilts his head towards the tall boy. Both were slow at their pace.

In this campus full of youth, these two images are a landscape.

....

Ye Hangcheng was silent for a long time, so long that he had already walked into the corridor. Only then did he suddenly speak.

"I'd love to, but I won't."

The boy's voice was a little low, and for some reason, Goodnight felt that whenever he mentioned this matter, Ye Hangcheng's body no longer exuded the smell of sunshine and grass. It's as if you've changed into a different person.

It's not like the wind-chasing boy who runs recklessly on the field.

The boy next to him was silent for a while.

When it was time to separate and return to the class, he turned his back and silently left, "She doesn't want me to do that." Because she loves him, she loves me. ”

Good night stood behind Ye Hangcheng, silently looking at the young man's back, his back straight, and his steps firm. It's like learning to be strong on your own.

Ye Hangcheng, why can you make me feel so distressed?

......

The girl looked silently into the eyes of the boy standing not far away.

In Cheng Songyan's eyes, good night was watching infatuatedly, his eyes lingering like wisps, warm as silk.

Unconsciously, the boy's hand quietly clenched into a fist, and clear traces of veins appeared on the back of his white hand.

A pair of eyes had turned a little scarlet.

The girl standing next to her reached out and just wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but put it down again.

"You say, why is she always so heartless and half-hearted. Fickle and amorous. ”

Song Yan's hoarse tone seemed to be spitting on the ice, which made people immediately feel cold when they heard it.

Su Moting was silent, knowing that his mood was already extremely bad, and he didn't dare to speak.

.....

has known Cheng Songyan for so many years, and she often sees him emotionally out of control. And every time it's because of .....

And every time he confided in her, his tone was full of jealousy and resentment.

"She drank water from someone else's thermos today."

"She didn't come home with me today."

"She looked at him a lot today."

"She doesn't like to talk to me."

"She ignored me again."

"She's got a boyfriend."

"Didn't she never pay attention when she was alone with me?"

"She looked at a boy in our class again today."

"Didn't she have the slightest heart for me?"

.....

Every now and then, she always doesn't know how to comfort Cheng Songyan, whether she should caress his back affectionately, or patiently say to him, "You have to take your time." ”

She thought she might not be able to do any of this. Because only she knows how painful and sad Cheng Song's long-lasting years of unchanged is.

No one could really understand his feelings, not even herself.

"You know, a lot of the time, I wish it was me."

Cheng Songyan's hanging head lifted a little, and he didn't look at Su Moting.

The cold side face showed an arrogant and cold temperament in the morning sun, attracting the attention of the girls walking by.

Cheng Songyan slowly opened his thin lips as if he didn't see anyone around, and his deep eyes looked into the distance. There was a bitter sneer on the corner of his mouth. After saying the unfinished sentence.

"I even fantasized several times in my dreams, and she said she liked me."

.....

Hearing this, Su Moting's heart was pinched.

She really wanted to ask, "Fool, why are you so humble?" ”

But she couldn't ask, because he once said, "I'm not used to being taken seriously by her." So much so that when she said a word to me, I would be happy all day. ”

Su Moting once read a sentence, and this sentence is very appropriate for Cheng Songyan.

"The more indifferent the person is to the bone. The more passionate you love. ”

.....