Wang Chengxi sat up suddenly and scratched his hair in annoyance.

Bang Bang –

A hard stuff slipped out of his trouser pocket and fell to the floor.

It's a mobile phone that leans on the cold.

That's right, Buyanxi.

He couldn't help but pick up his phone and held it in his hand with a slight hesitation.

Or, just ask her how it is?

When she received Wang Chengxi's message, Bu Yanxi was repeatedly editing text messages to Wu Yueyao, so when the prompt lit up, she was stunned for a moment before clicking into the conversation-

[Are you home?] 】

Unexpectedly, she hesitantly replied with an "um", not knowing that the other party had been entangled for a long time just by sending these four words.

[What is the situation today?] 】

Seeing Wang Chengxi's second question quickly, Bu Yanxi pursed her lips slightly, and she was actually reluctant to recall the previous encounter.

But......

Wang Chengxi's question is more like helping Ming Yuyan ask.

She thought for a moment and asked cautiously—

[Yi Shihan didn't tell you? 】

The conversation on the screen was still for a long time before two words popped out.

[Nope.] 】

No?

Bu Yanxi couldn't help but wrinkle her eyebrows slightly, and subconsciously remembered that after Wang Chengxi and Ming Yuyan appeared, the boy's bitter and remorseful, but ambiguous words and deeds.

So he replied, half true, half false—

[I don't know, he was like that when I went in. 】

Perhaps because he got an answer, Wang Chengxi didn't ask again.

She didn't go on to explain either.

However, this night, Bu Yanxi had insomnia.

I don't know why, there is a faint feeling of uneasiness in her heart - Yi Shihan's concealment should not be for Wu Yueyao.

If Wu Yueyao was taken into account, when there were only two people left in the house later, he could have found other reasons and excuses to explain.

But he was like......

It's deliberately imaginative.

It's weird.

Time passed day by day.

In the blink of an eye, it has been more than half a month since "that accident".

The cool breeze of late autumn gradually dyed with a sharp cold, blowing through the treetops, as if guarding the fragile dream with the coldest posture.

Charlen College is also about to host its annual club show.

In the palatial art center, the porch covered with exquisite ancient Roman carpets leads to the central performance area, the trapezoidal auditorium is wide and bright, and the huge open-air stage is more gorgeous and warm than the opera house after the quiet arrangement of the student union.

Yellowed leaves fall like butterflies on both sides of Charron Avenue.

[I just finished eating, what about you? 】

[Well, so am I. 】

……

[Aren't you playing today?] 】

[I'm a little tired, let's talk about it tomorrow.] 】

【…… You must be disgusted with my dish [crying]]

[Nope.] 】

……

[Next Friday is our school anniversary, will you come? 】

[Okay.] 】

……

The girl walking on Charron Avenue slowly flipped through the chat history on her mobile phone and stopped with some unease.

Ming Yuyan's attitude has become more and more strange recently.

He would still talk to her and play games with her.

But between them...... But there seems to be something different, as if a thin film has been born, transparent, but impenetrable.

Bu Yanxi probably knew what the crux of this problem was, but she could think of her friend's pleading a few days ago, as well as his sworn "Okay, I believe in you", and she couldn't take the initiative to mention that unhappy night for everyone.