It was a day when flowers were blooming on the street, birds were chirping and flowers were fragrant, and the air of youth filled the entire private school.
Xiaoyue and Ye Yan were arguing over an issue, and neither of them gave in to the other.
In the end, Ye Yan defeated Xiaoyue with his sharp tongue. At that time, Xiaoyue was very angry and said: "Ye Yan, if you have the ability, you can beat me for the rest of your life. Don't lose once. If you lose once, I will laugh you to death." !”
"If I don't lose once, will you marry me?"
"you… "
"Looking at your blushing look, I just mentioned it casually. Are you serious about it?"
"Who is serious! You can talk about it if you haven't lost once!"
…
Most people would have forgotten about it when they were young, but Ye Yan always remembered it very clearly.
In fact, Xiaoyue also remembers it. However, in her world, she felt that she and Ye Yan were thousands of miles apart...
She doesn't deserve him...
If she were half as smart as Ye Yan, she might be more confident in chasing her dreams.
It's a pity that she didn't. If she was smart enough, she wouldn't have defeated him even once in all these years.
But if she wins this time, does it mean that she has lost even more... the opportunity to stand by his side
Luo Qingchen seemed to see some different emotions from their eye contact. The next second she smiled lightly and said, "I seem to have made a mistake."
Probably because this smile is too charming, as if a fairy as cold as an iceberg suddenly fell into the mortal world, and its beauty is so breathtaking.
Luo Qingchen didn't bother to pay attention to those glances. He just looked sideways at Xiaoyue and whispered in her ear: "Nothing is impossible in this world. Maybe you think that this new top scholar is seeking a wife because his vision is too high. In fact, he already has someone in his heart."
Perhaps, it has always been impossible for him.
Xiaoyue lowered her head and shed tears again unconsciously.
She didn't know what she was thinking, she just knew that everything seemed to be over.
All stubbornness disappeared at this moment, leaving only an empty heart and an indescribable taste.
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It was already evening when Ye Yan returned to the palace, and he was late for the drinking and chess game with the current Feng Emperor.
After coming out of the inn, he didn't go anywhere else, but he lifted his feet very high. It was obviously a short journey, but he walked for a full three hours.
"You are not in the right mood today." Sitting high up, Feng Qianche was wearing a golden robe, his eyebrows were as cold as ice. Even though he was a good friend, there was no emotion in his words.
"If you want to go back to your Majesty, I'm late." Ye Yan bit his lip and said, "Is there still wine?"
"Are you afraid of me about wine?" Feng Qianche narrowed his eyes coldly and said with a cold smile: "There is a lot of wine, it depends on whether Aiqing's story is touching enough."
Feng Qianche seemed to have jumped out of the warmth and coldness of human relationships in the world. He was like a cold and aloof god, watching everything that happened in the world with an indifferent attitude.
Beautiful or miserable, he didn't care. What a desolate or heart-wrenching story, he forgot about it and never felt the slightest emotion in it again.
"The story is very long." Ye Yan slowly took his seat and said with a self-deprecating smile: "Before telling the story, there is a wonderful scene to share with the Holy Spirit."
"He Jing."
“It turns out that it’s true that one person can attract thousands of butterflies!”
"Clang-" I heard the wine glass falling to the ground, making a crisp sound. (To be continued)