Until Qin Zuo's aunt sent them downstairs with grateful, her mood was still a little heavy.

It's like knowing that the initiator of all this is not me, but I still have a feeling of being breathless.

The three of them walked out of the hospital in silence, the sky had completely darkened, there was an endless stream of vehicles and hurried pedestrians, orange street lamps and dotted neon lights echoed each other, illuminating everything colorfully, at this time next to the road, a Cayenne flashed double, Xie You and Neshe, who were walking in front, seemed to pause at the same time, and then walked over.

It seems that the family came to pick them up.

She took one more look and saw the two boys walking straight over, and without thinking too much, she turned around and walked slowly in the opposite direction to the subway station not far away.

"Lingxi Spring!" Xie You's voice suddenly came from behind him, "Why don't we send you back?" ”

"No, I'll just take the subway." She turned her head and said politely, and just as she wanted to turn around, the co-pilot's door suddenly opened.

She glanced subconsciously, and the first thing she saw was a pair of Saucony sneakers stepping on the ground, and then a boy in a black casual suit stepped down.

Almost the moment she saw the boy, her eyes met, and a sudden stiffness appeared on her face.

How many silent nights, when the mind is empty, the boy's face will always keep flashing in her mind, like the sun blooming in the lonely and gloomy shadows, and suddenly burst into an iterative dazzle, she can't bear the light of this dark night, so she desperately smeared the shadows, and covered the dazzling light again under the gray.

At this time, it was as if the phantoms overlapped and turned into reality, and her heart throbbed fiercely.

Ye Qingting.

I haven't seen him for a long time, it seems that he has risen a little higher, and his cold temperament is even more outstanding, and it seems to make people's hearts flutter at a glance.

The boy looked back at her, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, maybe it was a distance, his eyes didn't know the depth, nor the warmth, but he faintly felt that he was smiling.

Ling Xiquan reacted quickly, nodded at him casually, didn't say anything, didn't even look at it, turned around and walked away.

The hustle and bustle around her seemed to have left her, and her steps became faster and faster, and finally she ran into the subway entrance.

Why run?

Why not at least return a smile?

Obviously, I want to see him so much, and when I think of him, my heart aches faintly.

She patted her almost stiff face and pursed her lips and walked down the escalator.

It's just too much of a surprise.

I didn't expect to meet by chance in this situation, and I didn't have the slightest defense, so suddenly I could only hide my magnificent heart with a calm surface.

It seems that when I saw him again, something silent in my heart quietly broke through the ground.

Doesn't it mean that time will smooth everything? She obviously deliberately hid the boy under her memories, and didn't let him stay even for a moment, why couldn't she dilute his shadow?

Or is it that a year is not enough.

The rhythm of one night seemed to be all out of order.

In the dead of night, Ling Xiquan irritably closed the practice roll spread out on the table, and simply turned on the computer to connect to the network, but the feeling of being upset could not be eliminated.

Ye Qingting is back?

Is it summer vacation?

The holidays in the UK seem to be longer than those at home?

Then she stood up awkwardly and began to pace around the room.

It's damning.

What does it have to do with him whether he comes back or not?

It's been a year, and he must have forgotten about it, that's why he smiled at her so freely.

Her mood suddenly darkened.

Compared with such an indifferent smile, she was more willing to see Ye Qingting dodge the possibility of star-crossing like the last time they met.

That way, she could comfort herself, at least he might be like her,

Instead of being politely like an old classmate I haven't seen in a long time, as I am now.

Sadly, their own definition seems to be at the level of "classmates".

What else is she delusional?

Delusional that the boy will text himself before returning home? Will you want to see her when you return home?

She remembered the text message that Ye Qingting had mustered up the courage to send him before she left the country, but in the end, she never waited for even a brief reply.

Lingxiquan, wake up.

A long time ago, he had clearly drawn the line, she was on the other side, and he was on the other side, and all that was left was the memories of the beautiful and sad past.

She stopped, and slumped to the bed.

The phone, which had been sitting on the bedside table, suddenly vibrate.

She got up boredly, lit up the screen, it was an unfamiliar number, and clicked it in disbelief, and a message came into view.

- Do you remember when you promised to go to a haunted house in the New World?