"It doesn't matter, you don't have to be ashamed of me. Maybe I just like to be wasted by you."
"No matter who you desperately fall in love with today, I will face it calmly."
When he sang this, he paused, his movements of plucking the strings stopped, and his dark eyes looked straight at Jiang Beize.
Eyes facing each other.
An arrogant and domineering young man, an uneducated young man in the eyes of outsiders, suddenly showed his softness. The light in his eyes was like exploding fireworks, seeping out bit by bit and rising brightly.
He moved his lips and sang the last lyrics slowly:
"Even if I have to spend another ten years with you, it doesn't matter."
Just one song.
Jiang Beize's eyes were slightly hot, and he had mixed feelings in his heart.
"Master..."
"Don't say anything, just go."
Letting him go is the best choice for Jiang Beize.
Coming to say goodbye was Song Nanye's best confession to Jiang Beize.
There is no conflict between the two.
Jiang Beize didn't say anything more. Too many words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter a single word.
He finally turned around, turned his back to Song Nanye, and waved goodbye.
Song Nanye stood up from the ground and looked at his back.
True love means not asking for anything, not being selfish, not asking you to stay now, but asking you to come back in the future.
I don’t regret any decision I made today.
Jiang Beize's figure gradually faded away.
Song Nanye seemed to see a bloody storm coming, but this killing had nothing to do with Jiang Beize.
Because behind him, there are people stronger than him and people who love him, who will protect him from wind and rain and protect him from worries.
This young man is lucky and happy.
goodbye.
Will definitely see you again.
Song Nanye had never believed in something so firmly.
…
The plane took off slowly, and the hazy sound of the engine could be heard in my ears.
Jiangbeiyuan bought Jiangbeize a first-class cabin.
Jiang Beize sat there alone, hugging his knees. With his fair skin, he was obviously a boy, but he looked like a doll.
During this period, flight attendants kept coming over and asking if he wanted any food, but Jiang Beize politely refused.
After several failed attempts to strike up a conversation, the flight attendant finally stopped asking for trouble.
After Jiang Beize was silent for a moment, he quietly looked through the address book of his classmates in his hand.
The first page is the handwriting of the head teacher Juanxiu:
Classmates, write down what you want to say most to Jiang Beize. Farewell is not a sad farewell, we should send our warmest blessings!
The head teacher's official words made Jiang Beize laugh.
In fact, this class teacher is quite good, much more upright than the math teacher, but his manner of talking and doing things is a bit like the editor-in-chief of a magazine during the Republic of China.
Every page that follows is filled with blessings from his classmates.
Some wish him to become more handsome and cuter.
Some wished him success in his studies and a bright future.
Some even wished him to find a girlfriend soon or something like that.
Some even talked about having a son early, which really made him stunned. It was too much to have a son early.
Finally, we came to the last page.
Jiang Beize took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.
Suddenly very nervous.
His heart jumped into his throat, and he could even hear his own disordered breathing.
He glanced sideways and looked out the window at the cabin where the lights had been turned off. His face was reflected on the glass mirror. It had been a long time since he had seen such a nervous and anxious mood on his face.
What exactly would Song Nanye write for him
What will I write about...
He took several deep breaths back and forth, and finally mustered up the courage to face the last page.
Time seems to have stood still.
Jiang Beize paused, and the classmate record in his hand fell to the ground. He was at a loss, shocked, and heartbroken.
Song Nanye's words echoed throughout my mind:
"Do you know what I was thinking when I thought you had boarded the plane?"
The paper fell to the ground with a clatter, just in time to turn to the last page.
The young man who had always written in cursive and never took writing seriously, for the first time wrote down a sentence so neatly, seriously, and attentively, stroke by stroke.
There are only four short words in the middle -
Lost my love forever.
(End of chapter)