The meal time came as scheduled.

Wen Queyu simply put on a scheming boiled water and light makeup for herself, and then picked up her delicate small bucket bag and prepared to fly to Qi Zhaoea's house.

But at this moment, Qi Zhaowei suddenly called.

"Come down, I'm downstairs in your company."

"Huh?" Wen Queyu was flattered and stunned for a moment, "You're coming to pick me up?" ”

"Just on the way." Qi Zhaowei's tone was very light, not romantic at all: "It saves you so much trouble riding a shared bicycle." ”

"...... "This really is!"

If you can't speak, you can't speak.

Wen Queyu bit a little white tooth and creaked, but he still had to endure it.

Who told her to ask him for anything?

"Okay, I'll go down now, wait for me for two minutes."

Her little voice couldn't be sweeter.

Qi Zhaowei bent the corners of his mouth, folded the phone, and put it back in his coat pocket.

Two minutes later, Wen Queyu really went downstairs, like a light and lovely little magpie, swept the evening breeze, and rushed towards him brightly and movingly.

Suddenly, he couldn't help but think of the sentence in her love letter again:

——I want to be your magpie on the eaves, the four seasons are dawn and twilight, and there is something to rely on.

However, he may be destined to frustrate her dreams.

Because, he still can't learn how to like someone......

"Uncle Zhaoea, open the back door." Wen Queyu ran to the front of the car, standing at the back door very interestingly, not daring to sit in his co-pilot.

Qi Zhaowei didn't plan to let her sit in the back compartment.

He said with a smile: "When did you become so restrained, it's not that you haven't been in the co-pilot, come and sit." ”

Wen Que said: "......"

yes, it's not like she hasn't been in his passenger seat...

When she was in high school, he would occasionally pick her up from school in the pile of parents, and whenever she met the parents of classmates she knew, she would proudly show off: "This is my brother's ......"

It's just that it's not my brother.

The past was sweet and astringent, Wen Queyu lowered her beautiful long eyelashes, silently opened the passenger door, and sat in with a throbbing heart and not daring to throb.

She sat in a proper manner, her fingers twisting her seat belt, and she held herself in a small world.

Along the way, Qi Zhaowei didn't speak.

He was very serious and focused on driving.

Almost ever since she had lived with him, she had never seen him hire a driver.

He doesn't seem to feel comfortable handing over the steering wheel to others, he is in his own hands.

Wen Queyu knew that this should be related to the car accident he had with his parents when he was a child.

In fact, he is a very insecure person and has no sense of belonging.

But it was such a person who had warmed her entire youth.

When her parents divorced, when her grades were declining, and when she was depressed, it was he who was by his side to encourage her and say: "Little Queyu, you can't go on like this." You still have a long life, the road ahead is all sunshine and flowers, you have to live for yourself, you can't give up on yourself. You have to study hard like your brother. ”

At that time, she was thirteen years old and was about to take the high school entrance examination.

Because her academic performance has been excellent since she was a child, she has been jumping in elementary school.

When she jumped to middle school, her parents divorced suddenly, and she was raised by her father, who went to another country to pursue her own artistic life.

And after her father remarried a classical dance teacher, he didn't care about her, and asked Qi Zhaowei to tutor her studies on the grounds that she was in a rebellious period and no longer studied hard.

So from the high school entrance examination at the age of thirteen, to the college entrance examination at the age of sixteen, and then to the college entrance examination at the age of eighteen, his entire youth was spent with her......

It's her own greed.

"I'm sorry, Qi Zhaoea." Wen Queyu thought about it, and couldn't help but read it out loud.

Qi Zhaowei's ears were keen, and he asked her lightly: "What did you say?" ”

"No... Didn't say anything. Wen Queyu looked at the familiar road ahead, the purple and red flower clusters poked out of the gray and white wall, and the red-billed blue magpie on the eaves was screaming, and she changed her heart: "I said, the begonia flowers are blooming again, so beautiful." ”

This is another year of shocking days, the second anniversary of her failed confession to him.

Somewhat......

Sour and heart-piercing.

If time could be turned back, how good it would be if I didn't confess to him that year......

It's not like this, it's like this, and it's like this, and it's like this......