"I'm sorry, my phone is out of battery." Su Rourou made an excuse indiscriminately. In fact, from just now to now, she has never had the heart to look at her mobile phone.
All she could think about was confessing her love to Luo Yichen.
"It's okay, as long as you're fine." Ke Shaoze smiled nonchalantly, "Also, never say 'sorry' to me, just like never say 'thank you' to me."
There is a voice in my heart whispering: It's okay, as long as I can wait for her, that's fine. No matter how long it takes him to wait, he is willing.
He handed her the schoolbag in his hand: "Here, your schoolbag, I just left it at the stadium and forgot to take it away."
Su Rourou originally wanted to reach out to take it, but Luo Yichen was one step ahead of her and snatched the schoolbag from Ke Shaoze's hand involuntarily.
Then, his free other hand naturally grabbed her hand, dragging her forward forcefully.
The sunset glow reddened the distant horizon, making the fiery red maple leaves even more gorgeous like flames. Ke Shaoze stood quietly among the maple leaves, watching their gradually blurred backs at the end of the maple forest, his beautiful eyes were full of silence and loneliness.
Just like this, Su Rourou let Luo Yichen hold her hand, trotting all the way to follow his frequency, the skirt of her school uniform swayed in the wind as she ran.
What does it mean that he held her hand? Yes or no…
Her gaze unconsciously fell on his big hand that was tightly holding onto her little hand... Then, her hand tightened, and she squeezed back to hold his hand.
Feeling the strength from the palm, the corners of Luo Yichen's tightly pursed lips loosened slightly, and then slowly raised an arc.
A gust of wind blows, and pieces of fiery red maple leaves fall down, spreading all over the ground.
Their figures walking side by side shuttled through the rain of maple leaves...
... ...
Su Rourou lay leisurely on the sofa in her living room, smelling the aroma of food wafting from the kitchen.
Originally, she offered to prepare dinner, but Luo Yichen said: "You are injured."
After saying this, he couldn't help but push her down on the sofa to rest: "Sit here, and I'll call you when I finish cooking..."
Su Rourou gave a soft "oh", and then muttered softly, "I injured my leg, not my hand..."
While saying this, her pink lips unconsciously lifted up.
Luo Yichen, an awkward guy, actually dotes on her very much! Although the tone of speech is cold.
She opened her schoolbag and looked for her mobile phone, wanting to take this opportunity to watch entertainment gossip for a while.
However, just after opening the schoolbag, a note slipped and fell to the ground.
The note said: [Eight o'clock tonight, see you at the old place. — Lan Xier.]
Holding this note, Su Rourou's first reaction was: What age is this, Xi'er... Why don't you send text messages, and use the outdated contact method of writing small notes? Could it be that the phone is dead? No phone bill
However, after carefully looking at the handwriting on the note, she was very sure that it was indeed Lan Xier's handwriting, but every stroke trembled slightly. It looked a little strange, but I couldn't tell what was so strange.
She sighed, folded the note slowly, and stuffed it into a hidden pocket at the very side of the schoolbag.
In fact, during this period of time, she had been deliberately avoiding Lan Xi'er, and she could also feel that Lan Xi'er was the same.
After so many days, it's time for them to have a good talk. After all, the affection for so many years is there, it can't be because of this matter that they can't get along with each other forever, right? Even if you can't be good friends, at least it's okay to be ordinary friends!
It's only eight o'clock... She looked at the time on her phone, and it was almost seven o'clock. It takes almost half an hour to go from home to the "old place".
So the conclusion is that she has to eat quickly!