When Su Zhinian heard this question, his eyes staring at the document became a little stagnant.

He first knew about this song when he heard it on the car radio, and he first thought the tune was very good, so he paid attention to this song, and then he was poked into the deepest part of his heart by the title of this song.

We are all forgotten, we are all forgotten by others......

Su Zhinian held the fingertips of the document, increased his strength, and the paper was slightly wrinkled.

She just forgot about him...... He looked for her for ten years, and met again, all she had in her eyes was alienation and strangeness, she said classmate, you recognize the wrong person, I am not called Tingting.

Her words were like a loud slap that shattered his excitement and joy.

Those stories that he had been thinking about and never forgot became a hopeless dream in his heart.

Song Qingchun had long ignored what she said to Su Zhinian, she was used to it, she didn't have the slightest loss on her face, and stood quietly for a while, maybe she felt a little bored, maybe she felt that she had been here for a long time, and maybe she was sleepy, so Song Qingchun thought about leaving.

She was just about to say, "If it's okay, I'll go out first," when she suddenly thought of something, changed her mouth again, and whispered, "Thank you." ”

Su Zhinian pulled his thoughts back from his memories, and glanced at Song Qingchun with some surprise in his eyes, as if wondering why she thanked her.

Song Qingchun came into contact with his gaze, and hurriedly explained: "Today in the Beijing Club, thank you for your help." ”

Su Zhinian paused for a few seconds, and realized what she was referring to, "Oh", then lowered his head, continued to read the document, and after reading about three or four lines, he added in a light tone: "No thanks, it's my reward." ”

"Huh?" Song Qingchun was stunned for a moment, her face was full of understanding, she didn't remember what he helped her, what did he repay her?

As if sensing the girl's incomprehension, Su Zhinian slowly lifted his eyelids, looked at Song Qingchun, and still said two words in that very light tone: "Eggs, medicine." ”

Su Zhinian's words were too concise, Song Qingchun didn't react for a while, and stood stunned for a long time, only to know that he was referring to the two eggs she boiled for him to reduce swelling a while ago, and the ointment to stop bleeding and reduce inflammation that she bought all the way out.

"Well, it's nothing...... Raise your hands, raise your hands......" Song Qingchun didn't expect such a small thing, Su Zhinian would still remember, she became a little embarrassed, repeated "Raise your hands" twice in a row, and then solemnly thanked Su Zhinian: "No matter what, I still want to thank you." ”

She said this very sincerely, and her expression became a little serious, and her dark and shining eyes revealed a bit of seriousness.

Su Zhinian stared at her eyes, a little frozen.

Song Qingchun thanked her, and before she proposed to leave, she glanced at the time, and it was already half past one in the morning, and she couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Su, it's so late, aren't you resting?" ”

Su Zhinian hurriedly closed his gaze at her, and in order to hide his gaffe just now, he picked up the coffee on the table, took a sip, and then replied in a light tone: "There is still some work to be done." ”

PS: I said that I had a good time difference, but I didn't succeed~ Keep up the good work, sigh~~ Su Aojiao helped Tingting so much, you say, should we let Tingting take the initiative to invite Su Aojiao to have a meal to express her gratitude?