Ji Qingsang was shrunk by the evening breeze, she was slightly stunned for a moment, and said again, "Mr. Ji, if there is nothing to do, I will leave first." ”

Ji Hesheng turned his head sideways, and his figure seemed to melt into the night.

A cold mockery crossed his brow, tugging at his heart, and finally came to a conclusion.

"It's okay, then I don't have to worry about it anymore."

A tall and cold-tempered man, handsome Sven.

Ji Qingsang walked past him with a step, not squinting. Step by step, they distanced themselves in opposite directions.

"Sangsang, you let me go again." The cool mockery spread in the wind, and Ji Hesheng's voice was very soft, revealing a sense of exhaustion.

Ji Qingsang's footsteps that didn't plan to stop still stopped.

Her face was still staring straight ahead, her pursed lips pale from the exertion.

The bass dyed the night, with a little loneliness, "Sangsang, from now on, I will no longer be your brother." ”

The bridge of his nose was frameless, and his eyes behind the lenses were cold and indifferent.

Ji Qingsang walked forward without a trace of doubt, and countless large tears fell down her cheeks, submerged into the grass, and then disappeared.

In the night, the two turned their backs to each other, Ji Hesheng still maintained his standing movements, while Ji Qingsang walked farther and farther.

"Qingsang ......" After Qiao Yanxi chased him out, he only saw Ji Hesheng.

He stepped forward, looked at Ji Hesheng and asked, "Mr. Ji, why are you here?" ”

Ji Hesheng stared at him, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, extremely disdainful, "Why can't I be here?" ”

The man's eyes burst out with a cold dark color, and his lips were also cold and silent.

Qiao Yanxi and he looked at him for a long time, and they seemed to see the confrontation in each other's eyes.

Finally, Ji Hesheng looked away and walked forward with slender steps.

"Ji Hesheng," Qiao Yanxi exclaimed, his voice a little hoarse, "You arranged all this!" ”

Ji Hesheng ignored him and walked straight past him.

The cold wind kept blowing, blowing Ji Qingsang's hair messy.

Wearing only a thin skirt, she clenched her arms tightly, and her body was as cold as falling into the bottom of the sea.

Her lips had turned white, and her face had turned blue-gray.

It seems that everything is different, she and Ji Hesheng, her and Qiao Yanxi, are no longer simple.

A car suddenly braked on her side, and she looked up in silence.

The window rolled down, revealing a mature and handsome face, "Classmate Ji." ”

Ji Qingsang was a little dumbfounded, she looked at the person who came in a daze, as if she didn't understand how he was here.

"Principal Sheng." She shouted, subconsciously hugging herself even tighter.

"It's so cold outside, let's talk first!" Sheng Boxi opened the car door directly and waited for Ji Qingsang to get in the car.

Ji Qingsang was a little hesitant, she lowered her eyebrows, not knowing how to refuse.

Sheng Boxi didn't have any impatience, he said with a smile, "I don't want to see the students of my school freezing to death on the streets in the news tomorrow." ”

A joking sentence instantly resolved Ji Qingsang's embarrassment.

After she got into the car, Sheng Boxi instructed the driver to turn on the air conditioner and heating to the maximum.

Only then did Ji Qingsang feel the warmth on his body, and his cheeks slowly warmed up.

"On such a cold day, why is it outside alone in a dress?" Sheng Boxi's voice belongs to the kind that is very warm, different from Ji Hesheng, he has obviously gone through the precipitation of the years, and he is more calm.

Ji Qingsang opened his mouth, and his eyebrows, which had always been as light as ink paintings, were suddenly struggling.

What happened tonight was like a dream, she had no reason to be angry, and there was no reason to be dissatisfied with Qiao Yanxi, she just felt like a clown and was tricked.

The feeling that haunted her made her feel uncomfortable, and she wanted to run away.

However, what saddened her the most was Ji Hesheng, her brother.

Through the hazy night, he stood in front of her with a faint smile.

At that time, how much she wanted to rush over and hug him, crying about her grievances. But she didn't, not only did she not, but she chose to push him away in the most cruel way.

She thought she would always remember what he said, "Sangsang, from now on, I will no longer be your brother." ”

I'm afraid that from now on, they really won't have any more involvement.

Sheng Boxi looked at her quietly, and finally shook his head with a faint smile, "Forget it, I'm not so curious about your young people." ”

"I'm sorry, Principal Sheng, I just don't know what to say." Ji Qingsang pursed her lips, her tone soothing but deadly silent.

Sheng Boxi looked at her face that was always filled with sadness, and there was almost no major change in expression, only discomfort and loss remained.

"Actually, I still like Ji Qingsang, who is arguing with your class guide in the office, instead of being as lifeless as now." Sheng Boxi opened his mouth and said, his voice was very clear, as if he was just stating a fact.

Ji Qingsang raised her head sharply, meeting Sheng Boxi's gaze, and she saw encouragement and trust in his eyes.

She pursed her lips and smiled lightly, though still reluctant but not so bleak, "I see, Principal Sheng." ”

"You look good in this dress." Sheng Boxi squinted his eyes slightly and said admiringly.

His eyes were deep, and his eyebrows were smiling, as if he had seen something different through her.

Ji Qingsang looked at him staring at his appearance and felt a little strange.

That kind of look with fascination and wandering, as well as admiration and joy and struggle, etc., appeared on the face.

"If she wears this dress, she must be as beautiful as you." Sheng Boxi's voice was very soft, even in the quiet carriage, Ji Qingsang couldn't hear it clearly.

"Principal Sheng......" Ji Qingsang exclaimed, looking at him with curiosity.

"Principal Sheng ......" probably saw that Sheng Boxi was immersed in his own thinking, and Ji Qingsang shouted again.

Sheng Boxi lowered his gaze, and his voice was extremely magnetic, "Let you laugh." ”

"Principal Sheng seems to know what this dress looks like?"

Sheng Boxi nodded.

"I heard Kevin say that this dress was designed by his master, Master Sheng." Ji Qingsang turned his gaze and recalled what everyone said when he tried on clothes.

"Master Sheng...... Sheng ......" Suddenly, Ji Qingsang looked at Sheng Boxi with wide eyes, with a look of surprise, "Principal Sheng and Master Sheng can't be the same person!" ”

"Not bad." Sheng Boxi raised the look just now, but his eyes became distant, "This was designed when I was young, and it was originally intended to be given to the person I loved." ”

Ji Qingsang remembered that someone had told her about it at the time, and she felt very embarrassed, but Kevin insisted that she wear this dress, "I'm sorry Principal Sheng, I didn't mean to wear this dress." ”

Sheng Boxi shook his head absently, "It's okay, you look good in it." ”

"But this dress should be important to you." Ji Qingsang can probably understand the importance of this dress to Sheng Boxi, after all, it is specially designed for his lover.

"Yes, it used to be important. Sheng Boxi smiled faintly, "But later she married someone else, so there is no need for this dress to exist." ”

He paused and continued, "Kevin saw the manuscript and had to make it. In fact, this dress does not belong to me alone. ”

"Isn't Principal Nasheng sad?" Ji Qingsang looked at Sheng Boxi on the side, his eyes were always calm, and he had a feeling of being pampered and humiliated after years.

"There must be a little bit at first, but after a long time, you will forget it." Sheng Boxi's eyes are still clear and clear, not sad, just a little regretful.

The car drove all the way, and the atmosphere in the cabin was always flat.

Ji Qingsang listened to him quietly, and sometimes asked two questions, "Didn't Principal Sheng continue to design clothes later?" ”

"Later, when I had a company, I basically didn't do it myself!" Sheng Boxi's bearing is very calm, and there is no emotional impact on what happened in advance.

After getting out of the car, Ji Qingsang waved his hand at Sheng Boxi, "Goodbye, Principal Sheng." ”

"Goodbye Ji, I look forward to your performance in the jewelry design competition in the future."

Ji Qingsang stood there in a daze until the car got farther and farther away, and finally disappeared into the vast night.

She took a deep breath and suddenly smiled brightly at the night.

I talked a lot with Sheng Boxi today, and Ji Qingsang felt that he benefited a lot, especially the past that belonged to Sheng Boxi.

He just mentioned it lightly, with a light face, as if he was telling a story that belonged to someone else, and he was just a spectator in the story.

The fiancée of her childhood sweetheart fell in love with a strange man who had only seen her three times, and if it was her, it was estimated that she would not be able to let go of it like this. What's more, they have to reluctantly agree to dissolve the marriage contract and fulfill them.

But Sheng Boxi has a sentence that is very right, emotional things can't be reluctant, and feelings that can be forced are not true.

Ji Qingsang felt straight to the heart, yes, how can a reluctant relationship be called a real feeling!

In the car, Sheng Boxi looked at the night outside the car window, with deep eyebrows.

"Mr. Sheng, you seem to be talking a lot today, it's still with a little girl." The driver glanced at Sheng Boxi through the front mirror, and after seeing his gloomy face, he sighed a little.

Sheng Boxi didn't look back, still looking at the night, "I don't know why, looking at that little girl, I think of Ruan Ruan." ”

"Miss Mu hasn't returned to China for many years." The driver has been with Sheng Boxi for a long time, so he knows a lot about what happened to them back then.

Sheng Boxi nodded, "yes, I don't know how she's doing." ”

The inky black night sky is mixed with heavy emotions, like thick ink that cannot be dissolved, and the starlight dotted by the navy blue curtain is also faint.

Sheng Boxi looked at the streets of the city like this, the lights seemed to be a little desolate, and in the haze he seemed to see the girl again. She smiled very sweetly, smiled very romantically, but that smile was not because of him from beginning to end.