The co-pilot's door was opened from the inside, and Song Lanxi rushed in directly, and then waved goodbye to Fang Xu from the window.

Fang Xu couldn't think of an excuse to keep her, so he politely apologized and said goodbye, but inadvertently saw the person in the driver's seat - Liu Han.

Her long, lustrous hair obscured her sideways, but he recognized her.

He instantly felt sad, it turned out that Song Lanxi was Liu Han's sister and the pearl of the Song family.

He heard Song Chang say that his sister is a beauty blogger and has a large number of fans, including many male fans who admire her.

The rain fell indiscriminately on the ground, causing a ripple of sadness.

Liu Han was concentrating on driving, and the rain sweeper on the car was working diligently, but it still blurred the windshield.

While waiting for the traffic light, she gently pulled her hair behind her ears, and showed elegance and refinement in her gestures.

"Lanxi, do you know that person just now?" She said softly, her long black hair was very flattering to her melon seed face.

But behind this sentence...... There are some worries lurking.

"Hehe-hee-" Song Lanxi smiled, her long eyelashes fluttering, "Fang Xu of your team, I already knew him, but I haven't seen him up close, and I'm not very familiar with it, what's wrong?" ”

"It's okay, I just saw that you were very happy, and asked casually." Liu Han pursed his lips, and his delicate face looked like he couldn't say anything.

"Oops! Sister Liu Han, I won't hide it from you, I have a crush on him! ”

Hearing this, Liu Han was not the slightest surprised, she had just seen her sister looking at Fang Xu's expression, and guessed probably.

"When did it happen? What do you like about him? ”

"This ...... I can't tell, there's no reason to like someone. ”

"Well, there's no reason to like someone, so let me change the question, why did he attract you?"

"That's it...... I can't tell, it's just a feeling. ”

When the members of a certain association dispersed after a meeting, Song Lanxi noticed Fang Xu from the balcony.

She suddenly had a strong premonition that on this autumn day, she would fall in love with him, and it was no accident.

In the era when listening to songs on mobile phones is popular, Song Lanxi likes CDs.

She thinks that listening to songs is only about listening to CDs.

She likes to listen to some sweet songs, listen to short lyrics, and fantasize about the sweet love of the hero and heroine, which is simply not too sweet.

She also often yearns for a sweet love.

So she has been waiting, waiting for him to appear, waiting for the doorbell of love to ring.

But... After waiting for a long time, she realized that she was not a person who was good at waiting, she was good at creating opportunities.

Fortunately, the old man under the moon and Cupid finally took a look at her.

"Feelings?"

"Yes, it's just a feeling, the first time I saw him, I felt that I must be happy to be his girlfriend."

As he spoke, Song Lanxi rolled up her sleeves and revealed the bracelet inside, "Look." ”

"This ...... It's just a bracelet. ”

She looked at her side face and whispered, "This is not an ordinary bracelet, this is the bracelet I specially asked for." ”

"Lanxi, ...... you" Before she could ask, Song Lanxi said: "When I first put it on, I didn't know if it was spiritual, maybe it didn't work all by psychological effect, but I am now sure that it is very spiritual." ”

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I only wore it today, it rained, and I happened to meet Fang Xu."

"When you say that, it's pretty smart, but...... Today's rain seems to be a bit heavy. ”

"Sister Liu Han, you don't understand this, it's good to be in the rain, so that I can hold an umbrella with him and have a romantic encounter in the rain."

"It does sound romantic, so do you think he likes you?"

Song Lanxi nodded, and said a little shyly, "I think...... He likes me too. ”

"That's good," Liu Han smiled at his sister, "It's not easy to meet someone you like in the vast sea of people, you have to cherish each other." ”

That being said, she was still a little worried.

Fang Xu is her colleague, and strangely, his appearance does not match his actual age.

There is light in his eyes, but it feels dull, as if something unknown is pressing on the bottom of his heart.

That thing may be dark and cannot see the light, just like its own dark side.

"Don't worry about me, let's talk about you first." Song Lanxi smiled playfully, looking like she was ready to eat melons.

"Me?"

"That's right, it's about you and your brother." As he spoke, Song Lanxi shook the Peach Blossom Luck bracelet, "What do you think of my brother?" ”

"How's that?"

"It's just whether it feels good or bad."

"He was a hard-working, serious man."

"That's an official answer, I mean, how do you feel about him?"

"He's very reliable and steady."

"Sister Liu Han......"

As if she hadn't received a satisfactory answer, Song Lanxi pouted and urged her to continue.

"He's very handsome."

"Hey, hey!" Song Lanxi looked like she had eaten a melon, "Then do you think my brother is romantic?" ”

"I'm afraid that romance is insulated from him."

"Also, my brother is like a wood, silent." Song Lanxi's eyes were like a pool of clear water, and she turned around Liu Han's face a few times, and then asked, "Then does Sister Liu Han like my brother?" ”

She didn't answer, she just looked to the side, as if hesitating: "Can I not answer this question?" ”

"Of course, no."

The green light turned on, and the car moved slowly in the rain, and Song Lanxi's words seemed to float out with the wind from the car window, and he never got Liu Han's answer.

"Sister Liu Han, in fact, I can see that you like your brother, right?"

For his sister's questioning again, this time Liu Han did not evade.

She nodded, looked at her firmly, and said word by word, "Yes, I like him, and I always like him." ”

She doesn't know when Song Chang's feelings began.

Maybe it was Song Chang's personality that changed greatly and gradually alienated his family, and the family relationship between his sister and brother changed his quality.

"I'll just say it." As if getting a satisfactory answer, Song Lanxi smiled, "Then why don't you show your heart to my brother?" ”

This question stopped Liu Han.

yes, why haven't you confessed all the time? What am I afraid of?

I'm afraid of hesitation, but I'm still afraid of him.

"Sister Liu Han?" Song Lanxi saw that she hadn't answered for a long time, but her expression became solemn, and she asked a little worriedly.

"Lanxi," Liu Han came back to his senses, his face straight, "I want to take my time to confess this matter." ”

"Yes, it's good to take your time, then I'll ask you one last question, do you think my brother likes you?"

"I feel like I'm unrequited."

At this time, Song Lanxi suddenly whispered in her ear: "Do you know, when my brother looks at you, his eyes are heart-shaped. ”

"What?!"

"Really, I'm calling it a bystander." Song Lanxi looked at her pointedly, snickering, "I think you are very compatible." ”

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In front of her, she was unmoved by the organizer's wording, and she still had that kind of indifferent and arrogant eyes.

She is this kind of girl, cold by nature, arrogant in personality, and has been seen as indifferent since she was a child.

"Miss An Yao, it's a pity that your work was not selected, but this is just a competition, don't take it so seriously."

"I know you're good at drawing, but it's normal for the judges to not be able to figure out what they like."

An Yao stared at each other silently, and her cold, lifeless eyes made the organizer feel a little hairy.

She has been preparing for this art competition for a long time, and she is very careful in the process of painting, and she believes in her strength, even if she can't win the grand prize, at least she can win a small prize.

But the reality is cruel, and her work is not even loved.

With a delicate mind, she has long seen the clues in the eyes of the judges.

Even if you cover your mouth, your eyes will still show love for the people and things you love.

From the eyes of the judges, An Yao knew that they liked her paintings, but why did they support the paintings they didn't like in the end?

This isn't the first time she's been defeated, as she has done so many times before.

Or rather, it's like this every game, it never changes.

She guessed that the winner of this competition had already been decided, so the judges who wanted to vote for her would show their expressions of love.

She wanted her paintings to be seen by more people and resonate with more people, so she practiced her painting skills desperately, but every time she passed by the "internal award".

She can also choose to use money to buy fame and fortune, but what she hates most in her life is "unfair" behavior.

Fairness and justice are the most important thing in her eyes.

She can choose to spend money on a spot every time, but the act itself is very different from her principles.

Moreover, doing so can only be exchanged for a temporary prize, but it will greatly promote this bad atmosphere, and she will become a hated member herself.

She wanted to change, but she couldn't do it alone.

But it was because of the falsehood that she was powerless to change that made her feel uncomfortable.

After the competition, she went to the organizer to ask for an explanation, as usual, but the organizer man kept saying some innocuous things to prevaricate her.

"The strength of the winner is indeed inferior to you, it is normal for you to be unbalanced, but there are more opportunities to compete in the ......"

The man was still explaining. He pretended to be patient, but he couldn't hide his impatience.

He had never seen such a difficult girl.

He tapped his chest with his lightly clenched fist, his eyebrows twisted together, as if he had to find a reason to get rid of the difficult girl in front of him.

An Yao didn't look away, didn't look at the other party, stared at her work, and continued to remain silent, or indifferent.

This coldness displeased the man who had not found the words.

In the competition, she painted a realistic painting, with no human figures in the whole picture, only an iron fence. Behind the fence are neatly placed pairs of knitted gloves, high and low, layered mountains and mountains, like countless hands open their palms to ask for something.

She didn't want to rely on the painting to convey something fixed, and unlike literature, there were no standard answers that even the author himself couldn't say.

The sound of the painting is subtle and needs to be interpreted by oneself, and everyone can interpret the side of the painting that belongs to them.

The organizer looked at the girl who was still cold, and suddenly flattered: "That's it, I'll say hello for you next time in the competition, and let the judges vote for you, of course, there is no white help in the world, you have to ......"

The man's thumb and forefinger rubbed slightly, and his eyes sparkled.

How could An Yao not understand what he meant.

"No, you don't." She refused directly, and felt that the face of the man in front of her made her a little disgusted.