Life is not smooth sailing, there will be many accidents, people are weak because they can never realize what kind of disaster or pain will happen next, people are strong because they can go through thousands of mountains and rivers, and Loved ones meet again. Separation never means the end, they move on in different places, becoming better people for each other.
Maybe for the next meeting.
I hope we will still be young when we return.
In the end, everyone left their contact information after taking pictures, and then went to the office to visit other teachers.
Teacher Hu still squinted, holding a cup of wolfberry tea and looking at them with a smile.
Tang Ya was dressed very beautifully today, and her already gentle face seemed even more attractive.
They talked with the students, and even some girls couldn't help crying and hugged the teacher.
The teacher smiled and comforted her, and she could come back often in the future.
When they were about to leave school for dinner, Su Yuanzhou and Gao Jing arrived late.
Su Yuanzhou's dressing style is not as detached as before, and he even looks like a serious businessman.
Su Qiuge knew that he had been with Mr. Yang all these years. Mr. Yang really loved him and was willing to teach him knowledge and cultivate him.
Even Su Qiuge felt that Mr. Yang attached great importance to him to the point where he could be entrusted with the responsibility of handing over the right of inheritance to him.
Of course, there are many descendants of the Yang family, and these things are not necessarily accurate.
And Gao Jing heard that he was going to study medicine. His mother was not very healthy this year, so he gave up the finance he wanted to study and decided to apply for the medical university.
Originally, Xie Xinglin ordered a well-known Japanese restaurant, but Peng Jianda suddenly found a new barbecue restaurant near the school, saying that he knew the owner of this restaurant, and he could get discounts when he went there.
So everyone finally discussed it, and they all changed their minds.
For them, it is better to eat barbecue and drink at a street shop than to eat some expensive things carefully in a high-end shop, and then have a good time chatting together.
Among them, in addition to chatting and reminiscing about the past, it was Su Yuanzhou's cynicism towards Xie Xinglin.
At the beginning, he would still be a little restrained, and even after drinking a little wine at the end, Su Yuanzhou looked at Xie Xinglin's clear face, and the more he looked at it, the more unhappy he became, and he even wanted to go up and hit him directly.
Fortunately, Gao Jing stopped him.
Su Yuanzhou was pulled by Gao Jing, pointed at Xie Xinglin with a face of unwillingness and said, "If my sister didn't like you, I would have killed you green tea bitch a thousand times!"
Xie Xinglin seemed to have a good temper, and replied unhurriedly, "Brother said yes."
Su Yuanzhou was very dissatisfied with his tepid, respectful but mocking attitude, he stared at him coldly and said, "Xie Xinglin, what the fuck I said is true, if you dare to apologize to my sister in the future , do you know the consequences?"
"do you know… "
Halfway through, Su Yuanzhou didn't speak, as if something was stuck in his throat and couldn't come out for a long time.
He was reluctant to mention what happened before, because he was afraid that Su Qiuge would be in a bad mood when he heard it.
Later, he also really realized that if he wanted to protect his sister, he couldn't keep doing nothing.
In the past, he had no hope and gave up on himself all day long. Now that he has a goal, because the old man of the Yang family likes him, he has to work even harder.
For nothing else, even for Su Qiuge, he has to make a breakthrough.
The way of the college entrance examination was not feasible for him. He rarely worked hard in the second half of his third year of high school.
In the past, Su Yuanzhou would never forgive Xie Xinglin, but he has also experienced a lot with the old master Yang over the years. After leaving the life of the young master, he knew that making money is not so easy, not to mention that there are many details like the Yang family. Of course, there will be no shortage of open and secret fights among the big families. Everyone is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Among them, there are many people who think that he wants to come and get more shares, and there are many people who regard him as a thorn in the flesh, so he may understand Xie Xinglin better. Some.
What's more, after learning about the situation, the person he hated the most was Yang Xue.
Although he knew before that Yang Xue didn't care about Su Qiuge's thoughts at all, he didn't expect her to be so excessive and disgusting.
He understands even more that if he wants to get out of the control of these people, then he has to come out of the shelter they originally gave.
Didn't Yang Xue want to use him as a tool to please the Yang family
Then he just wouldn't do what she wanted.
Not only to take away what she covets, but also to keep her from getting a piece of the pie.
Xie Xinglin showed a smile at this time, and said lightly, "I know."
Peng Jianda saw that the two of them were singing together and seemed to be chatting until dawn, so he hurriedly came out to smooth things out, "You don't have to say a few words, we have scolded him before, do you still need to say something to Xiao Su Na? Maybe? Will this happen?"
During this period, Xie Xinglin drank a few more glasses. The heating was turned on in the barbecue shop, and the weather was cold outside. I don't know when the snow began to fall.
Someone suggested to go home.
When they parted, the boys stood shoulder to shoulder and hummed and sang songs together.
Although it's a bit out of tune, it can still be heard as the school song of the second experiment.
Xie Xinglin seemed a little silent, and followed behind Su Qiuge.
Later, a car came to pick you up.
When Su Qiuge saw what seemed to be his assistant on the driver's seat, he helped Xie Xinglin to the car.
Just as she was about to leave, the person behind her suddenly grabbed her sleeve.
His voice was low, but she could hear it too—
"Don't go."
She paused for a moment, and the winking assistant immediately said, "Miss Su, I'll take you back with your husband."
Su Qiuge looked down at him, did not refuse, and sat silently in his seat.
I don't know when he bought a two-storey apartment here. After the assistant delivered it, he didn't go up again. He just handed the keys to Su Qiuge.
He looked like he was really drunk, he'd never been like this before, didn't speak, didn't touch her, just followed her in silence.
Su Qiuge turned on the light, and after seeing the decoration in the house, she was slightly startled.
The decoration of this house and the house where she lived are almost identical, and even the structure is extremely similar.
simply…
It was as if he had built it from his own memories.
She helped him to the living room, helped him to lie on the sofa, looked around, and then subconsciously came to the position in her room.
After opening the door to the room, her eyes widened.
If she hadn't clearly known that she was in another part of the city, she would have thought she had seen her high school room.
When she walked in, many of the furnishings were exactly the same as in her room, and on the desk was the black-covered notebook he once lent her.
There is also a small box.
She looked down at the small box, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
A tear fell on the table. >
br> She knew very well that this small box contained the birthday present she gave him. It was a little golden star.
She remembered that she had been picking for a long time.
In the corner of the desk is a circle of expired lollipops, tied with pink rubber bands with stars.
All traces of her.
He is the opposite of her.
In order to escape, she even hid all his belongings in the storage box and pressed them under the bed.
He put these things in such a conspicuous place.
Doesn't he think that every time he sees it, his heart feels as uncomfortable as being cut by a knife
He is abusing himself alive.
There was also a can ring in the box that she joked that the ring gave him at Christmas. It looked a little rusty. She stared down at the can ring, and then took it out and put it on herself as if stunned. on the ring finger.
At this moment, there was a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.
Su Qiuge was stunned, and before he had time to take it off, he ran out directly.
I saw this scene as soon as I stepped out of the room.
He seemed to be a little awake. When he woke up, he turned sideways and rolled directly from the sofa to the ground.
But he didn't make a sound, but stayed silently on the ground, then raised his head and stared straight at her.
His eyes looked a little blurry, and his eyes seemed a little red in the dim light.
He stared at it for a while, then said in a hoarse voice, "Qiuqiu."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand towards this side, with an unreal expression on his face, but said softly, "Let's not be separated again, okay?"
You can accuse me of humiliating me, trample me and torture me for my fault.
But please.
do not leave me.
His voice was extremely soft, with a hint of hoarseness, and if he was not careful, it would be blown away by the wind and snow outside.
His lips turned pale, his eyelashes trembled, and the low voice from his throat seemed to be suppressed for a long time, "Forgive me, okay?"
She opened her lips and looked down at the person in front of her.
She wanted to say that she never blamed him.
Perhaps it was this loss that made her realize that he was truly irreplaceable to her.
Faced with any situation in the future, she will no longer voluntarily give up on him.
Before waiting for her answer, he still looked up at her stubbornly, "I can protect you now."
Can no longer make you envy anyone.
Ability to no longer expose you to threats.
Can give you everything other people want.
So can we, also go back to the past
She walked slowly towards him in silence, then crouched down, reached out her hand, and stroked his face tremblingly.
His face was a little cold, and when he looked up at her, his expression was silent, his eyebrows were clean and deep, his eyes were like a calm sea, and there was a turbulent undercurrent underneath.
When she said "yes", he was like a drowning person, grabbing the last touch of duckweed, and clenching her wrist sharply.
Immediately afterwards, he directly pushed her whole body against the white velvet carpet next to him, looking down at her condescendingly.
Su Qiuge also looked up at him.
His fingertips slowly brushed against her lips, looked at her for a while, and then kissed.
He first kissed her awkwardly, with a hint of flattery, his lips groping from her chin to her lips.
Ying Ting's nose rubbed against her face, filling her body with a light and clean smell.
Addictive taste.
At the same time, she raised her hand and cupped his chin with both hands.
His tentative kiss, after getting her response, became fierce like the snow outside.
The strength of his hand holding her was getting tighter and tighter, until the veins on his arm tightened.
She raised her eyes and described his eyebrows with her eyes, watching him gradually lose his calm, his cold brows were dyed crimson, looking gorgeous and beautiful, she stared at him for a while, then backhanded him, silently using her own The tenderness responded to his strong kiss.
At this moment, her eyes turned to the tattoo on his arm that covered the scar, and then she gently brushed the strokes of her initials with her fingers, feeling the blood vessels under his thin arm. His breathing gradually became disordered, falling like mist.
Warm and piping hot.
She felt his strong kiss while listening to him say her name frantically in her ear.
"Qiuqiu... Qiuqiu..."
The voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of alcohol.
A nerve in her brain was broken, and she was overwhelmed by the emotion that burst out of him at this moment.
These days of deliberately calm getting along, finally broke out between the two at this moment.
He misses her.
Want to hear her voice, want to hug her, kiss her, miss her everything.
I was going crazy thinking about it.
At this moment, he was like a tourist who had been in the desert for an unknown number of days, exposed to the fierce sunlight for a long time, exhausting the last ounce of strength to get here.
She is his oasis and source of water.
She is life.
It was consolation, it was light, it was God in his life.
At this time, the god whispered in his ear enchantingly—
"Xie Xinglin, I love you."
The snow outside was still falling, lightly knocking on the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The interior is opposite to the outside, the hot air is scorching hot, the heating is floating up, and it is terribly hot.
The lines of his muscles collapsed because of her words, and he stared down at her.
She looked up at him, and from this angle, she was lying on the white carpet, her jet-black hair was scattered on the edge, and her crimson complexion made her look like the first dewy rose in early spring, beautiful and fragile, with a gentle touch His eyes are like water, and he can contain everything with that weak body.
She opened her lips slightly and stared at him with those gentle and beautiful almond eyes. She stretched out her thin white hand and hugged him slowly, then raised her eyes to look at him, and said Ling with an extremely innocent expression and an extremely pure face. People's emotions are about to collapse and go crazy.
She repeated, "I love you."
No matter what explanations, what misunderstandings, what gaps.
It doesn't matter anymore.
She just wants to be with him now and keep him by her side forever.
Maybe she is actually a lunatic, not as clean and pure as others say.
Maybe the reason why he fell in love with her was that she just met him when he needed people's care the most.
At this moment, her emotions also collapsed, and she also wanted to hug him.
In this relationship, she may not want to admit it, but she will have many dark thoughts when she is insecure. >
r> Zeng was also delighted by his deep affection, thinking that he might love himself more, that he fell deeper, that if there was a day of separation, he would be the one who would be freed the fastest, that he really did I like him, but not to the point of being irreplaceable.
But until now, she never realized that she couldn't lose him so much.
In a sense, they are actually the same.
Two lonely and sick people hugged each other for warmth in the cold winter, coveted the warmth of each other's body, and were physically disgusted with inferiority complex.
Only the other side is medicine.
The only antidote in this world.
Xie Xinglin put his arms on her side, and looked down at her, with dark currents surging in his eyes with light behind his back.
The bright light of the moon soaked in white snow shines from behind him, making his eyebrows and eyes appear gentle.
Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his hand, touched her cheek with the palm of his hand, and brushed her cheek gently with his knuckles like a feather.
After a long time, he slowly said in a restrained and forbearing voice, "I love you too."
With dry heat in his palm, his eyes were burning, and he fell on her, as if he was about to set her whole body on fire.
She looked up at him.
This appearance fell in his eyes like a god of mercy.
The god smiled softly.
He clenched his hands tightly, and his eyebrows looked gloomy and gloomy, as if he was suppressing some strong emotion.
The holy gods said they could have her.
He looked down at her and said slowly, "Let's not be separated again, okay?"
At this time, there was a dark light in his eyes, and he even seemed a little sick.
The air vibrated into her ears, and his voice was low, sexy and heart-pounding in the silent night.
It made her breath more and more chaotic, and her chest became more and more violent.
She closed her eyes, then looked up, hugged him, and kissed him on the chin.
This is like the best catalyst and the best answer, igniting and detonating the emotions that have been suppressed in his body for a long time.
In that instant, his expression was terribly gloomy, and his fingertips brushed against her lips.
The soft and warm touch on her lips spread along her fingertips to her limbs. It was obvious that he was the one who was in the leading position at this moment. Biting and drinking her flesh and blood.
But he felt like he was about to die.
To slaughter at the feet of this docile deer.
Her look of being picked by you is strongly stimulating his nerves and burning out his reason.
His originally narrow and cold eyes were dyed a bright red like a peony, carrying the pain of struggling to restrain himself.
Perhaps madness and sobriety are in this moment, separated by a door.
The door has a strong lock.
She is the one who holds the keys to everything.
Just when he lowered her eyes, she propped up her arms slightly, stood up directly, tilted her head and leaned on his lips and teeth.
Her complexion was ruddy, and her bright and beautiful lips like roses made his eyes never move away.
Then he paused for a moment, then followed his intention to kiss.
After his initial tenderness and temptation faded, it was replaced by the usual strong and possessive.
She was still watching him tenderly.
It looked like she was in a weak position, but she felt extra safe.
Facing her, he has always had a hard time maintaining his rationality. Although he can still maintain a calm expression on his face, he is no different from a lunatic in his heart.
He stared at her, his eyes shining terribly in the dark, and looked down at her, looking at him, his eyes covered in mist.
Seeing her like this, an electric current spread through his limbs, his heartbeat tightened slightly, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and then he directly covered her eyes with his hands.
He continued to bow his head to kiss her.
When he kissed her, he looked down at her complexion like peony petals.
Under the instigation of alcohol, his movements were not so gentle.
He turned his head slightly and pulled off his bow tie, and the snow was still falling outside.
Her hair was messy, hiding her expression, and she couldn't help reaching out to hug him when he bowed his head to kiss her.
His bow tie was loose and hung diagonally around his neck, lining his collarbone. He looked very sexy, and under the messy bangs were a pair of undercurrent and turbulent eyes.
Everything he was missing was in her.
Only by hugging her so intimately can the void in my heart be filled.
He is truly whole.
He hugged her like a hysterical madman, even looking down at her, reaching out and clenching her wrist.
At this time, the mind is blank, but it is really greedy.
The gods fell from the altar, willing to fall with him under him.
Just thinking about it makes me crazy.
However, in the scattered kiss, his hand touched something cold on her hand.
The cold touch made him wake up all of a sudden, and his scarlet eyes drooped slightly.
In the darkness, he could see clearly that it was a ring made from a can, which was a little rusted, and was tightly inlaid on her hand.
The lines of his body stiffened slightly, and his pupils shrank.
Then he stopped and didn't move.
Noticing that he suddenly stopped, she took a breath, looked up at him for a while, then sat up, cupped his cold jaw with both hands, kissed his jawbone, and tried to kiss him again.
He remained unmoved, looking down at her blankly.
She put her arms around his shoulders and seemed to ask him in confusion, "What's wrong?"
He stared at her for a while, then picked up the coat on the ground and draped it over her.
Immediately afterwards, he held her hand, and then flicked the can tab with his fingertips, looking down, wondering what he was thinking.
At this time, it was still snowing outside, casting a layer of snow-white color on the floor-to-ceiling windows.
It seems to be back to that snowy Christmas four years ago.
At that time, he was still busy day and night for a little money. He couldn't afford anything, couldn't give her anything, and anyone who came could take her away from him.
At that time she stretched out her arms, clenched her fists tightly, and asked him with a smile, "Guess which one it is?"
He lowered his eyes, looked at her eyes that had been squinting, and finally stopped on her left hand.
Tap it lightly with your finger.
She smiled and said, "Not bad, you guessed it right."
Then, her hand opened slowly, revealing the can pull tab in the palm of her hand.
At that time, the radio in the school was playing relaxed and cheerful music, and even the rhythm of the flying snow dancing outside followed slowly, as if humming a little tune, and landed gently and gracefully in the world.