It seems to have a profound allusion.

Could it be that he knew about performing on stage instead of Jiang Wuwu?

Bu Yanxi had to reluctantly brace herself to deal with him, "You're here to question me?" ”

Rong Sang seemed to understand her thoughts, "I'm not interested in trivial matters between you. ”

The implication is that he doesn't pursue inconsequential matters.

"Between me and you, it's not good enough to send flowers." She pursed her lips and nonchalantly played with the flower in her hand, "It's still broken." ”

"Because you don't like it, you're crippled."

"What?"

"Flowers are originally for people to appreciate, and if you don't like them, they will lose their meaning of blooming and wither and wither."

She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly, looking at this boy seriously for the first time, the cold night breeze blew his hair, revealing the light brown phoenix eyes, and his gaze fell on the mutilated purple orchid, the flowers seemed to be unbearable to look at him, and they were particularly delicate and colorful in the orange light.

She couldn't help laughing, "President Rong is really good at talking. ”

"I just don't want to see someone hide and be sad on a night when the whole school is celebrating." After Rong Sang finished speaking, he looked at her deeply, then stood up and left.

Bu Yanxi was stunned for a moment, looking at his back as he gradually walked away, the smile on his face slowly converged.

It's unfathomable.

This person.

I didn't ask anything, I didn't say anything, but I seemed to know everything invisibly.

Purple orchid?

She looked at the flowers in her hand, leaned closer, and smelled a pleasant sweet smell.

It is said that orchids are elegant and indifferent, there is some truth, the brighter and more beautiful flowers are, the more delicate and cold, but the flowering period of orchids is in autumn and winter, as if flowing through a variety of states, composing a legacy of romance.

It's as good as him.

The ghost sent the god to the gods, Bu Yanxi brought the purple orchid back to the dormitory, and later made it into a specimen, and put it in Jorge Luis Borges's "Another, the One" - after that grand and unforgettable birthday, she ran to the major bookstores and finally bought a collection of poems that Ming Yuyan had mentioned.

Then I deliberately turned to the song "To Beatrice? Biveroni? Webster? The pages of the poem of Deburridge, because it was a Chinese-English translation, the specimen of this purple orchid was carefully sandwiched between the beautiful lines of the poem—

Iofferyouayhold，ylife.

.

I give you all the insight that my book contains, and all the spirit or humor of my life.

I give you the loyalty of a man who has never had faith.

And then later.

She slowly understood that the loneliness she felt that night was not loneliness, the real loneliness was a person in a certain book, repeatedly looking for a certain sentence.

Wang Chengxi received a call while wandering around the supermarket, and a few minutes later, he looked at his friend who appeared in front of him and greeted him confusedly, "Didn't you go to Charlen?" Why did you come back all of a sudden? ”

"If you want to go back, you can go back."

Ming Yuyan's tone was very light, and his expression was also very free, as if it was no different from usual.

Wang Chengxi caught the hesitation between his eyebrows and eyes - he has been a friend for more than ten years, and he couldn't be clearer about Ming Yuyan's emotions.

It's a sign when he's upset.

Could it be ......

What happened to him and Bu Yanxi?