Chapter Twenty-Seven: Trying to Catch Ghosts. (Ask for follow-up)
Sycamore leaves, windswept spring,
The weather was sunny, but it was gloomy.
Crackling, tears flowed through his eyes, slid down his cheeks, and gently smashed on his knees, which was cool.
It's always like this, and only after losing will you know how to regret and cherish it.
"Of course we will be in the same university, because Qingmeng is here, so Xinghe is here, and I will accompany you."
"We grew up together, I don't take care of you, who takes care of you?"
"Tsk, it's not Luan Qingmeng, why do you confess to you so many times a day?"
"Can we discuss? Next time I'm confessed, don't tell me, I'm not interested! ”
"Damn, you can do it, when the time comes, you will lose your temper, see what you do!"
Oh, the memories at this moment seem to be all flashing by, Xu Xinghe's face, his voice, and everything about him seem to be very clear in his mind at this moment.
It hurts, it hurts, and in an instant, the experience of the two of them was like a film, and it was pulled out of my mind little by little.
Finally, Luan Qingmeng couldn't deceive herself, she couldn't be lucky in her heart, she couldn't keep her habits anymore, and she began to face it again after she was completely shattered......
In the corridor, Luan Qingmeng only felt that his breathing was a little difficult at the moment, and he was heartbreaking, maybe only by biting his lip hard and covering his mouth hard would he not let the pain sound, how many years, Xu Xinghe is not just Xu Xinghe, he may be a habit...... Perhaps only by losing it completely can we understand the importance of that position.
Her eyelashes trembled, her lips trembled, and Luan Qingmeng, who seemed to be trembling uncontrollably, was already squatting, her ass felt the coldness of the floor, and the whole person was stuck to the wall, her head was slightly raised, and she looked at the empty ceiling that was also pale with a pale face.
Cruel, bloody, Xu Xinghe is too decisive, without a little ambiguity, without a little slow tone,
Standing up again, the walking dead returned to the classroom, returned to his position, sat in a daze, read aloud, diligently sent books, time passed second by second, Luan Qingmeng sat in the classroom with a dead face, for a long time, even if he heard the class bell, there was no movement, his heart was sad, and when the classmates in the classroom were gone, they all went to dinner,
Wu Yuqing held her hand worriedly, it was a little cold at the moment, and at this time, Luan Qingmeng's lips opened slightly,
"Yuqing, I seem to be really...... put that Xu Xinghe, whose eyes were full of Luan Qingmeng...... I lost it. ”
Hiss......
Anxious, Wu Yuqing held Luan Qingmeng's hand slightly, her heart tightened, it was the first time she saw Luan Qingmeng whose eyes were empty,
Qingmeng, how confident she is, her eyes always reveal light, sparkling and lovely, but at this moment she has been taken away, her body is soft at the moment, like a marionette, only the image, no former look......
In the classroom, and then the sporadic light that came in through the window, looking at the little sunset on the table and on the books, Wu Yuqing wanted to be comforted, what to say, how can you say that? It's not lost, it's not lost, Xu Xinghe is still there.
As a result, she stared at Luan Qingmeng for a long time without speaking, stared at her for a long time, gritted her teeth, and finally asked, "Do you know what Xu Xinghe wants now?" You know that what Xu Xinghe wants is actually just recognition, and he doesn't want to be just your childhood sweetheart, nor do he want to be your classmates, but your Xu Xinghe, who belongs to you......"
didn't give Luan Qingmeng a chance to digest it at all, Wu Yuqing gritted her teeth, and then added, "No one likes to play ambiguous tricks with a person all the time, ambiguity will even hurt people after all, Qingmeng ......"
You can even watch him with others but can't do anything, he can accept other people's overtures with a smile, he can choose to go to college with anyone, he can drink other people's mineral water in front of you...... And you can't do anything about it.
Damn ambiguous.
"During this time, have you ever once, even if only once, ever thought in your heart, how good it would be if you were Xu Xinghe's girlfriend?"
You can lose your temper aggressively, you can angrily ask Xu Xinghe to give you an explanation, you can bite him, you can quarrel with him, you can vent your dissatisfaction with him unreasonably, instead of now...... powerless, because you are not qualified,
The sincere words are like knives, and they draw a gap in the heart, and the blood is dripping at the moment.
"And for a longer period of time, do you think that Xu Xinghe won't think about the same question in his heart?"
In the classroom, tears fell on the table one by one, and a sentence suddenly exploded in Luan Qingmeng's heart, and the last trace of dignity that he wanted to keep was peeled off.
Regret and guilt filled her heart at once.
"Qingmeng, you really have to do something......"
is just crying Abba Abba like a fool, it is estimated that Xu Xinghe's baby in the future can really only call you Aunt Qingmeng, after all, in front of a broken boy, crying is the most worthless thing,
The sound of Didi's clock turning, she didn't eat dinner today, turned on her mobile phone, looked at the photo she had taken with Xu Xinghe, and watched it for a long time......
The classmates in the class also came back one after another, Luan Qingmeng's mood finally stabilized, and he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes vigorously, and when he saw Xu Xinghe walking in from outside the classroom and Huang Wen talking and laughing, his eyes no longer evaded.
So, Xu Xinghe was originally happily caught in the joy of brushing questions, and planned to tutor with Teacher Fang outside of class on the weekend to learn more postures.
And when school is out in the evening, there is a crescent moon in the sky, and two children on the ground are walking leisurely on the way home, all of which are full of spring in April, the leaves are green, and the mood is good.
Wait for a butt to get on the bus.
Huang Wen, who had been holding back for a long time, suddenly mysteriously took out an envelope from his bag, which was Xu Xinghe's favorite light blue, and there was a faint fragrance of lily petals on the envelope.
On the top of the envelope, there is a sentence written beautifully with a gel pen, look, it seems to be a poem,
Xu Xinghe took the envelope from Huang Wen's ambiguous eyes, and now he saw it clearly.
"When I am drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of dreams and presses the galaxy~"
Xu Xinghe looked at the envelope over and over with a strange expression, "...... Luan Qingmeng asked you to give it to me? ”
Huang Wen showed an envious expression on his face, "Xinghe, you turtle can be regarded as a complete cultivator this time, Luan Qingmeng, I was really taken care of by your desire to capture it, and I wrote you a love letter,!" ”
"......" Xu Xinghe looked at the envelope silently, rolled his eyes, directly didn't look at the envelope, and then stuffed it back into Huang Wen, thinking to himself, are you okay? If you want to catch ghosts, you want to indulge!
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