Seeing Lu Qisheng again, the man was a lot haggard.
It is a change that can be clearly detected by the naked eye.
Although he is still a gentle and elegant gentleman, his eyes that are usually bright and lustrous have become dull under the background of a light cyan shadow on the lower eyelids. As if something heavy was pressing on his shoulders.
But depressed men do not have a charm.
Especially on a winter afternoon with torrential rain, when I see him wearing a flat navy blue woolen coat and a camel scarf, standing quietly under the eaves waiting for you.
The surrounding streetscape seems to be blurred.
If he hadn't met Mu Rong, out of compassion, Xue Xue might have been moved by this sight.
It is a pity that there is never an if in this world, only an outcome.
"I'm sorry." Xue Xue put away her umbrella. "I'm late."
At the moment of seeing her, Lu Qisheng's expression changed faintly.
Like the clear sky after the rain, like the land after the sting.
Clear the clouds and see the sun, showing vigor and vitality.
Xue Xue could feel the subtle difference.
She didn't make a special response, just turned slightly to avoid it when Lu Qisheng reached out, and then pretended to put the umbrella in the umbrella stand casually.
"Let's go in?"
She smiled.
The arc on his face is gentle but full of distance.
Lu Qisheng was startled, and quickly realized what Xue Xue's actions meant.
After a long silence, the man calmly put his hands back into his coat pockets.
"Um."
It's still the tea room.
After all, they came together for the third time.
The time is different, the solar terms are different, it is clear that even a year has not passed, but the whole mood has undergone earth-shaking changes.
Lu Qisheng is like this, Xue Xue is the same.
She doesn't want to waste time.
When Lu Qisheng was about to make a pot of tea himself, Xue Xue held his hand.
Stopping the movement, the man looked up.
For a moment, Xue Xue thought he saw Mu Rong.
Pearl dusted.
The gray eyes are like the sky outside the window.
Dim and gloomy.
As the timing gradually entered the middle of winter, the city of Huaicheng also fell silent, washed away the impetuousness, and even less angry. Especially after the first snowfall a while ago, although the temperature has risen slightly, the sun does not show up, and it is like a thin mist all day long. .
Frozen to the point of shivering.
The former Mu Rong also gave Xue Xue this feeling.
However, now, when Mu Rong finally survived the snowy winter, found the sunshine and water sources that he depended on for his life, and approached the spring when the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, the man in front of him seemed to be following in the footsteps of Mu Rong.
After being stunned for a moment, Xue Xue quickly woke up.
She knew that there were Xue Chunan's seemingly non-existent emotions at work here, as well as her own restless emotions, but in the end, Mu Rong and Lu Qisheng were different.
Just like her and Xue Chunan.
No one can completely replicate another, and no one can completely replace another.
No matter how similar they are, they are so similar that they may be able to live in the world with the same identity.
They are still different.
Every individual should be respected.
Her hesitation will not only hurt Mu Rong, but also affect Lu Qisheng.
In the end, it was nothing but a lose-lose result.
After thinking about it clearly, Xue Xue no longer wavered, and let go of her hand decisively.
At that moment, Lu Qisheng felt that his left chest was suddenly empty, and at the same time he realized very clearly that he was destined to lose a very precious thing.
Maybe never got it, because of my own prejudice, arrogance, and ego. The funny thing is that Lu Qisheng, who was staring at Xue Xue, felt in a trance that he once owned it.
Have a person's dedication, have a person's heartbeat.
But he still accidentally lost this unique love.
Before he even noticed it.
"I'll wait and make an appointment with someone." The silence ended, and Xue Xue's words also broke the ambiguous atmosphere that circulated between the two. "Let's keep it short."
Lu Qisheng stared at her dazedly, and there was a sullen anger between his brows.
The trouble should end it.
"You all know what Xue Mingzhu did, and you have investigated it clearly, right?" Xue Xue said straightly: "Yes, that email was sent to you by me."
Seeing the light of hope in Lu Qisheng's eyes, Xue Xue made a decisive decision and did not condone the spread of that bit of luck.
"As I said, I don't like being misunderstood, and I don't want to step into a nominal marriage because of trumped-up charges."
Lowering his eyelids, Xue Xue avoided Lu Qisheng's gaze.
Perhaps even the man himself didn't realize that there were too many emotions in his eyes at the moment, some pain, some pleading, some dazed and some overwhelmed, a little bit seeped out from the cracked surface, and presented it in front of Xue Xue's eyes.
Even if you can't achieve complete indifference, you must cut through the mess quickly, and hit the brakes before things get out of hand.
"I don't know if you gave my parents any wrong perception before, making them think there is a possibility for us to continue." Looking up again, Xue Xue's eyes were only firm. "But I can tell you very clearly now that I will not marry you."
Word by word, she said clearly: "Let's put an end to this farce together while there is still room to turn around."