Zuo Le never thought that he would see Huang Yuanyuan and Huang Chengcheng again, and originally thought that they were just passers-by of life. But I didn't expect that after many years, when I saw the two again, they had grown up.

Huang Yuanyuan has long faded away from the youthfulness and naivety of a girl. The rise and fall are slim, delicate and cute. It can be seen that she has been doing well in the United States all these years. You can tell her state from her face.

Huang Chengcheng has grown up a lot, just an adult, less than twenty years old. Already moody and unremarkable. The cheeks are handsome and the figure is straight. The skin is less fair when it was younger, and it has more healthy wheat complexion. Although he was happy to see Zuo Le again, he was smiling and not saying much from beginning to end.

"Sister, it's a pity for you and Brother Luoyi!" Huang Yuanyuan picked up the cheese peach on the table and took a sip. The tone was very regretful.

"It's all in the past." Zuo Le smiled lightly and asked, "What about you?" How have these years been abroad? ”

"It's good. I came back this time and went to visit my father. ”

Zuo Le was slightly stunned when he heard it, but he also understood. Huang Zhao's crime is teetering on the brink of the death penalty. But as long as the Huang family has a little connections and money, they can be sentenced to a suspended death sentence and then transferred to a fixed-term prison.

Thinking of this, Zuo Le suddenly felt a little depressed. He lowered his head and gently bit the straw, and after only a few sips, he lost the desire to drink it.

"Song Ziyan is no longer a substitute teacher, the whole school knows it, didn't he tell you?"

A heat welled up in my heart, and I held her hand tightly and asked word by word, "You mean it really?!" ”

She muttered, "I thought he had a crush on you, why didn't he even tell you about this kind of thing?" ”

In her muttering, I had already climbed up with lightning speed and ran all the way to Song Ziyan's office. There was something hot flowing in his heart, urging, wishing that he could grow wings and hurry up, and even fly in front of him.

I panted and pushed open the door, Song Ziyan was packing up in the office, and it was obviously a little strange to see me: "Why are you here?" ”

I didn't speak, just looked at him with an extremely eager gaze, and my hand unconsciously clutched his clothes: "Are you, are you leaving school?" ”

He looked at me deeply: "You're here to ask me this?" ”

I nodded vigorously: "You answer me no." ”

There seemed to be a gentle wave in his eyes: "I'm here to resign today." ”

I looked at him in disbelief: "Really? ”

He nodded.

My eyes were swollen and red, and my eyes were a little hot: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" ”

He held my shoulder: "Qin Qing, you listen to me......"

I shook my head and stepped back: "No, you don't have to say anything. Breaking free from his grasp, I quickly ran out without looking back.

The sun outside was a little big, my heart was so hot that I couldn't speak, my chest was full, and the tears oozing from the corners of my eyes reflected colorful light under my eyes.

I knew it was tears of joy, it was a real cry of joy, it was the excitement of turning over a serf and singing bitterly. Since then, there has been no more morning bells, no more damn thousand meters, and no more Song Ziyan......

Song Ziyan, I don't know why my heart is suddenly a little empty.

Human inertia is really a terrible thing, obviously I stayed up late yesterday to celebrate, but today I still opened my eyes at five o'clock. The dormitory was quiet, there were few classes in the senior year, and there was no sound in the hallway outside. The school has not yet received electricity, and the room is dark, and the sky outside cannot be seen through the curtains. But with my eyes closed, I can think of the scene at the school gate, where the people in the cafeteria are transporting vegetables, and the pair of white-haired Japanese teachers are jogging together, smiling kindly when they see us greeting us in Japanese. Song Ziyan would look at their distant figures and smile: "How good it is like this." The morning sun hit his face with a quiet and distant aura.

Thinking like this, I suddenly felt like an abandoned and abandoned little thing, and my heart was sad and self-pitying.

The cafeteria at three o'clock in the afternoon was relatively deserted, and Xiao Xue talked about me after chatting: "This Song Ziyan is ruthless enough, how can you say that you have also spent so many exhausting mornings together, why did he leave and didn't even make a phone call?" ”

Exhausting morning? I said that although you are an English major, as a Chinese, don't engage in this kind of ambiguous sentence, okay? I didn't look up: "Why did he call me?" ”

She said: "Who did Song Ziyan deal with in class, he was pressing you step by step at that time, I thought he was interesting to you." ”

Pressing every step of the way? Although it is true, it is still ambiguous, and I looked at her seriously: "Look at my face, is it gorgeous?" ”

She shook her head.

"Pure?"

She shook her head harder.

I was horrified by her ignorance: "Fundamentally, under the experience of reading a lot of books, like Song Jingui, the object specially created for the little girl to do prostitution will only fold in the hands of two kinds of people, one is glamorous and incredibly smart, and can run an international large company or a killer league casually, and the other is that young and lovely people will fall down when they walk, and they will be pushed to the bed by others, and they are very stupid and naïve to say that you have an extra piece of meat on your body." Do you know a little bit? ”

She gave a thumbs up: "Good enlightenment." ”

In the admiring eyes of the crowd, I modestly nodded and made a final summary: "All in all, the two of us don't look down on me either, and I don't miss him." ”

Xiao Xue looked behind me and suddenly changed her face, I followed her gaze and turned around, and saw Song Ziyan standing behind me, the corners of his mouth were pursed, and his face was expressionless.

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My heart squeaked, and sure enough, I can't talk about people behind my back, how can someone who hasn't heard from me for a month appear here. However, he still raised a hand and greeted him very affectionately: "Hi, hello Mr. Song." ”

He looked at me and didn't say anything until my hands were a little stiff, and then he looked away, flatly, without any emotion, as if he didn't know me, and turned and walked out.

I felt a pain in my heart, grabbed Xiao Xue's hand and shook it wildly: "Why?!" Why?! Why is that?!! ”

Xiao Xue asked strangely: "Are you poor and grandma possessed?" ”

My face was as dead as ashes: "My heart hurts, I feel so sad." ”

Xiao Xue stretched out her hand to touch my head comfortingly.

I asked her dyingly, "You say, Song Jingui won't change my grades back just because I said two words to him, right?" ”

Xiao Xue was stunned, and the falling hand slapped heavily on my head, and my whole face was plunged into the face.

It was only later that I learned that Song Ziyan went back to school that day to deal with some trivial things after resigning. For a week after that day, I went to the secretary on time every day to report and check my results in a cold sweat.

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