"Yes, just be friends, be friends......" Song Qingchun seemed to find the only ray of light in the darkness, and repeated it several times in a row before he asked Su Zhinian with expectations and requests: "Okay?" ”

"What do you think?" Su Zhinian's voice was extraordinarily calm.

It's the same as just now, just four words, and it's the same as just now, with a fluttering rhetorical tone.

But it made Song Qingchun bite his lower lip harder, and blood oozed out.

Su Zhinian could clearly feel the sadness in her heart through her hand holding the hem of his clothes, but he still continued coldly: "You know, I have always hated girls chasing me, and you also know how the girl who chased me was rejected by me...... So, don't force me to say something nasty. ”

Song Qingchun's strength in grasping Su Zhinian's shirt began to gradually decrease, her eyes looking directly at him began to drift, and her head began to droop little by little.

Yes, she knows.

When she was in high school, she saw him several times with her own eyes, and he rejected the girl's confession to him.

At that time, she looked at the embarrassed girls who were hurt by him, and there was sympathy in her heart.

Unexpectedly, one day, she would become one of those girls she had sympathized with.

Su Zhinian paused for a moment, glanced at the placket that had not been completely loosened by Song Qingchun's little hand, and finally said something unpleasant with a hard heart: "I will be friends with you, but I will not be friends with you who like me." ”

"So, don't appear in front of me again in the future."

He felt her body tremble, but he didn't relent, and continued, "Because I hate stalking girls the most, it's really annoying, you know? ”

Song Qingchun's face was pale and her head hung to the lowest, and a big tear fell heavily on the back of Su Zhinian's hand, and then she hurriedly withdrew the hand that was holding his shirt.

The moment she let go, he took a step and strode away.

She heard his footsteps and walked away.

She heard the waiter politely say to him, "Goodbye, sir." ”

She heard the door behind her be pulled open and slammed shut.

She could no longer hear any of his voices.

She stiffened in her seat for a long, long time, and then, as if she had lost the whole world, she lay on the table and cried.

The waiters in the tea restaurant heard her cry and looked at each other for a long time, but no one dared to come up to comfort her.

The female singer held the microphone, closed her eyes, and was still singing the song "It's Rare" just now.

"Love makes us stupider than single, and it also makes us have never been whole, and we don't ask and fall deeper and deeper, if it weren't for that kiss, it would have been colder."

Song Qingchun cried even more sadly, and the whining sound in his mouth turned into a wow sound.

Could it be that if it weren't for that night that year, there wouldn't have been so much entanglement between him and her?

"Belief has become some kind of special talent, fate is just self-deception and innocence, missing is always running wild at night, especially like his enchanted eyes."

He said that the stalker girl was the most annoying, and from now on, she could only spend it in her thoughts about him?

"It's so rare, you met the right person, it's rare that you're very serious and don't want to work too hard, it's so rare, you're in love with the right person, but it's a pity that he's not your possibility."