Years before the autumn lights,

A night of soft words,

Now as the dust disperses,

I don't know what happened at that time,

And in whose heart did it fall?

- Wang Tongzhao

Never quarrel.

Never really turned his face.

I've always listened to her well.

Always whispered to her, and that voice was so charming.

Actually, I don't like to laugh very much, but I smile at her like a child, and sometimes I talk like a child, very naïve but not angry.

It has always been said that the favorite person is Shen Qingjia's favorite, and Shen Qingjia likes it the most. In fact, this is not his usual style, he is such an indifferent and reticent person, but he always says such tender and sweet words to her. She saw the sea of stars in his eyes, and the sea of stars was all a microcosm, and the name of the miniature was Shen Qingjia.

Such a perfect Song Fusheng, such a perfect boyfriend, turned out to be angry today.

Shen Qingjia didn't mind originally, who made him never know what the reason was. She guessed many reasons, but they were all rejected in her heart. She hadn't seen him at all in the past few days, but she only met him today, because Song Fusheng insisted that he didn't bring an umbrella, and Shen Qingjia had to personally send him an umbrella. Shen Qingjia couldn't resist him, so he took an umbrella to Song Fusheng's school after school.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening, but Shen Qingjia still didn't have any desire to sleep. Zhuang Zhou has also been staying on the sofa downstairs because of Shen Qingjia. He didn't speak to her, holding a magazine in his hand and flipping through it. It also looks absent-minded. "Are you still troubled?" Zhuang Zhou finally couldn't stand it anymore. Since dinner, Shen Qingjia has been wondering why Song Fusheng is angry. It's not like she didn't give him an umbrella. Didn't he do what he said? Shen Qingjia has never been able to figure it out.

"Sort of. Actually, I didn't have any doubts, but I always didn't seem to feel comfortable because he was rarely that angry. Even if he didn't say he was angry, I could see it. Song Fusheng was definitely angry. Zhuang Zhou, didn't you see that Song Fusheng's face at that time was really gloomy and terrifying, like the silence before the end of the world in the movie. Shen Qingjia now shuddered a little as long as he thought of Song Fusheng's face at that time. This is not the Song Fusheng she knows.

“…… If Song Fusheng is really angry, it is indeed quite troublesome. He's too cautious. Hearing Shen Qingjia say this, Zhuang Zhou became serious, he remembered the two years when Song Fusheng was angry with him, yes, it was really two years, he didn't talk to him for two years, if others should have gone their separate ways a long time ago, they would never see each other again. Life is also peculiar. Later, because of Shen Qingjia's matter, the two began to break the ice. Not so. Zhuang Zhou really couldn't think of whether he would really have nothing to do with him in this life. Zhuang Zhou naturally didn't want to do anything, but Song Fusheng's character could really do it. "When I say he's cautious, I mean that he is actually very sensitive. Although many things seem to be taken to heart, in fact, they have long taken root in their hearts. Zhuang Zhou didn't want Shen Qingjia to misunderstand that he was saying bad things about Song Fusheng, so he explained very sincerely.

"Actually, you don't have to tell me so much, I know, although Song Fusheng is cold and indifferent on weekdays, he is still very good." Is it too hasty to praise your boyfriend? Shen Qingjia unconsciously stuck out his tongue, fortunately Song Fusheng was not here, otherwise it would really add fuel to the fire. But is he still angry? As a result, he went around and around again, and he still went around Song Fusheng's circle again. I still miss him very much. Shen Qingjia's heart was even more uncomfortable, and he didn't know how he had provoked him. He never had anything like this.

“…… You. That's it, not to mention those who have and don't. Tell me about the afternoon. Zhuang Zhou didn't like to see Shen Qingjia's unhappy appearance, even if he was just a friend now, he had never been a friend. But he still wants her to be happy, he wants her to be well, and this mood will not change at any time.

"Do you want to hear it? Actually, I've been waiting for you to ask me this. It's true. Shen Qingjia's eyes regained their brilliance, and her whole person was much more energetic. I don't know why, I think Zhuang Zhou must know the reason, because he is Zhuang Zhou, Song Fusheng's friend who cares so much.

“…… You can tell me at the beginning. "Zhuang Zhou supports the forehead. Why is this person so awkward? I haven't found out before, are girls in love so unruly now?

"I'm a little embarrassed. Isn't it a bit sad to say this in my life? Let me put it another way," Shen Qingjia's face was a little different now, and a trace of imperceptible sadness flashed in her expression, "I used to only talk to Bijin about the unhappy things I encountered, I used to have only one friend with Bijin, and it was not that I couldn't make friends, I just didn't want to make friends, I always felt that it was enough to have Bijin." I don't know how I thought that, but I always thought like that, and it wasn't until high school that I wavered a little, but it just changed from a brocade to a snow. But Shi Xue died. I didn't think it mattered later. To hell with any bullshit friendship! After that, I never wanted an eternal friend, an eternal friend. Life is life, and I'll live like this. Since then, I have no chance to complain. Shen Qingjia's face was red when she said these words, not because she was shy or because the atmosphere was just some kind of sincere expression in her heart - she looked like she wanted to cry, but she covered the sadness in her heart with a smile, she kept laughing, and said such a long sentence with a smile. As if this was to say something completely unrelated to herself, she was just an outsider. She's a cold-faced bystander.

Zhuang Zhou's heart has always been tangled. From the first time he saw her, he thought she was different from all the girls he had ever seen, and he didn't know what was different at the time. Later, he has been pursuing this difference, and he has never been satisfied with the results. Now he knows. Shen Qingjia is different in his heart, in fact, her quality. What makes her different from those girls is the innocence and tenacity in her bones. She is like a girl from a long time ago, her thoughts are simple and unpretentious, she will not easily change her course when she believes in things, she will definitely not be afraid of all difficulties even if she hits the south wall and will not look back until she succeeds, she has a benevolent heart, she is always unwilling to cause trouble to others, she is willing to be strong alone, but she hopes that she is the sun that can illuminate the lives of others. The world has always become very fast, but after so many years, Shen Qingjia is still Shen Qingjia, she has become a better person, but her backbone is still there, she has always lived without humility or arrogance, and lived openly. I fell in love with her because I admired her, because she was Shen Qingjia, I fell in love with her, because she was just Shen Qingjia, so she was so different, so she cast such a strong color in his heart, which was indelible.

"You now have someone to rely on, whether it's me or Fusheng, or even Yun Jiaoran. Anyone will stand by your side. At least I won't leave you alone. I will always be there for you, and we will be friends forever until I die. "Who knows what will happen after death. Zhuang Zhou hooked his lips and smiled. He is a very affectionate person like this (of course this is not what Shen Qingjia said, this is what the girls in the school used to say, they said that Zhuang Zhou was good-looking, but he always felt a bit like a prodigal who would abandon women. Shen Qingjia didn't know why, how did he remember the description of this bit of a bastard. Because she herself felt like a bastard, she didn't tell Zhuang Zhou. It's insulting. You can't just define someone else, because sometimes what you see may just be what the other person wants to see. A person's heart will not be seen so easily. ）

"I know. I've always known that. How good you guys are to me. I know. "There is no need for Zhuang Zhou to remind her. She knew it all along.

*

There was no need for Song's mother to tell Song Zhaoshui, he stood there and heard his son's words clearly.

"You heard your son's words word for word, didn't you?"

"Hmph. What childishness! If he is such a hero, he will suffer one day! ”

"What? Do you really want to kick him out of the Song family? I warn you that this is our only son! ”

"You're used to it!"

Song Zhaoshui dropped this sentence and returned to the room. Of course, he couldn't really drive Song Fusheng out of the house, if he didn't want his son, what was the need for his Song company. It's infuriating!

*

The sun is just right outside.

He glanced up at the dazzling sunlight, and his mood was not too bad. Although he came back with a wound, he didn't seem to be so angry. Song Fusheng suddenly remembered Shen Qingjia, and he decided to play a good trick on her.

Song Fusheng didn't take selfies much, but now he took out his phone and took a selfie. It was sent to Shen Qingjia by way of MMS, and the theme of the MMS message was that the weather is so good today, do you want to come out and bask in the sun?

Song Fusheng held his mobile phone and began to look forward to it, waiting for Shen Qingjia's reply. Sure enough, Shen Qingjia quickly replied to the message, "What's wrong with your forehead?" How did it hurt? Does it hurt? Shen Qingjia's anxious tone really made Song Fusheng feel warm. He was about to reply to a text message, and who knew that the call had already arrived.

Song Fusheng smiled secretly, but tried to restrain himself as much as possible, pretending to be very weak.

"Song Fusheng! What's the matter with your forehead? Doesn't it matter? Shen Qingjia's worry reached his ears through the voice, and his heart was also tickling, and happiness was tickling at that time.

"I accidentally hit the wall." Song Fusheng lied.

"Huh? What's the matter with you? Can you still hit a wall while walking? Are you sick? Fever? Dizzy? Shen Qingjia couldn't wait to appear in front of Song Fusheng immediately.

"It's a bit dizzy indeed. I don't know if I'll be able to get home safely. Alas~ It hurts so much. Song Fusheng continued to act.

"Don't bask in the sun. Hurry back, shall we? Where are you now? Do you want me to pick you up? Shen Qingjia was still worried about him.

Song Fusheng was as triumphant as a child.

"Pick me up? Where are you going to pick me up? Pick me up and sleep with you tonight? Song Fusheng began to peel.

“…… Song Fusheng! I'm serious! ”

"I'm also asking very seriously. You see, I'm still dizzy at home alone. What if you hit the wall again? ”

"......" Shen Qingjia couldn't refute Song Fusheng's words.

"That's good. Come to my house. I'll pick you up. Song Fusheng said.

"No need, I'll do it myself, I'll take a taxi." Shen Qingjia left everything behind because he was worried.

"I'm already on my way to you. It's coming soon. Song Fusheng smiled slightly.

"Huh?"

"Really, about ten minutes. You prepare a little. ”

"Ahh All right. Then you have to be careful. If you feel a little dizzy, take a break. ”

"I see. You can rest assured. Song Fusheng said.

Shen Qingjia cared more about himself than he imagined. Song Fusheng's heart was very sweet when he thought of this.

*

Zhuang Zhou saw that Shen Qingjia had just finished talking on the phone and began to pack up his things, so he asked, "Are you going out?" ”

"Song Fusheng was injured. I'm going to see him. ”

"What's the matter with him?"

"The forehead hurts, and he says he hit the wall. I don't know what's going on with him either. It's really presumptuous. Shen Qingjia complained as he quickly packed up his things. He's coming here. Do you want to go along? ”

"Huh? I'm not going. You greet him on my behalf. Zhuang Zhou smiled slightly.

"I will." Shen Qingjia took his things and prepared to go downstairs.

"Bye-bye~" Zhuang Zhou waved his hand.

Shen Qingjia sent a message to Song Fusheng——

"Slow down. I'll go downstairs and walk outside. ”

"I'll walk to the bus stop."

Shen Qingjia sent two messages to Song Fusheng in a row.

*

There have been many people who have always cared about Song Fusheng, but everyone is for various purposes, because of the background of Song Fusheng's family. Song Fusheng has a lot of friends, and he counts a lot. But these were not his ideal true friends. The only friends in his life are Zhuang Zhou and Shen Qingjia, and the flowers are barely counted, after all, they used to grow up together. It's true that Shen Qingjia cares about her, she has been very caring since she was a child, she has always been so caring, and she is now. As long as Song Fusheng thought of Shen Qingjia, his heart was full of warmth. She is his three winter warmth, and she is also his summer breeze.

*

Far away, Song Fusheng found Shen Qingjia sitting on the bus platform. She wore a burgundy corduroy dress, burgundy stockings, and black Mary Jane leather shoes. The bag is hugged on the chest. Shen Qingjia is still the same as before. Song Fusheng looked at Shen Qingjia and didn't want to take his eyes off.

Shen Qingjia also saw Song Fusheng.

She stood up and waved at him, the most beautiful smile on her face.