She was stunned for a moment, then stopped, and then subconsciously turned her head the next second and looked into the car through the windshield.

Through the drizzle, by the light of the roadside, she saw a familiar and handsome face from the back seat.

Deep eyes, a straight nose, and a perfectly defined jaw......

As before, he wore a plain black suit with a snow-white shirt underneath, simply black and white, and when worn on his body, he always looked extraordinary.

Even though he was just sitting in the car, not speaking, not laughing or angry, she could still feel the familiar and indifferent air rushing towards her.

Before she could finish looking at him, he seemed to notice something, and the originally drooping eyes suddenly opened, and the dark eyes met her eyes.

Song Qingchun seemed to be pointed, his body suddenly stiffened like a stone, like a delicate picture, standing motionless in the wind and rain, and he looked at him quietly across a layer of windshield.

In just a few months, when she saw him again, she felt a sense of trance in her heart.

There was even a moment when she thought it was a hallucination, and she pinched her palm hard, until the sharp pain spread to the bottom of her heart, and she realized that it was not a dream.

After two months, she met him unexpectedly on the bustling streets of Beijing.

These days, she can think of him almost every day, but when she really meets him, she realizes how much she misses him.

I haven't seen Su for a long time, and I haven't seen Su for a long time.

Song Qingchun read these fourteen words silently in her heart, and slowly hooked her lips at Su Zhinian, when she was about to hand him a smile, he Su in the car seemed to see a stranger, and faintly skimmed his gaze to the window on the right.

The smile froze at the corner of his lips, and even the blood in his whole body froze, and the joy and longing that happened unexpectedly were instantly extinguished by his cold alienation.

The drizzle hit the windshield window densely, blurring her vision after a while, and the next second the windshield wipers automatically wiped it clean, clearing her vision.

She stood on the road in a daze, forgetting to retract the curvature of the corners of her lips.

She saw Su Zhinian stretch out his hand, knocked on the car window with a noble posture, and then Cheng Qinglian, who got out of the passenger seat, turned around when he heard the sound, bent over into the falling window, and shouted respectfully: "Mr. Su." ”

He was in the car, and she couldn't really hear what he said next, but through all kinds of noisy and chaotic sounds, she could vaguely feel the kind of clarity unique to his sound quality.

He didn't say much, Cheng Qinglian quickly nodded, stood up straight, stepped on high heels, and walked towards her.

Cheng Qinglian stopped at a distance of about half a meter in front of Song Qingchun, and before she could speak, she had a polite smile on her face: "Miss Song, hello." ”

After Su Zhinian in the car finished talking to Cheng Qinglian, she didn't look at her, she still stared at him without blinking, until Cheng Qinglian's voice sounded, she nodded lightly, and then after about ten seconds, her eyes slowly fell on Cheng Qinglian's face, and her voice was slightly dry: "Long time no see, Miss Cheng." ”