Mo Zhengyan was stunned at this moment.
If you think about it carefully, it has only been about a year since I realized that it is now. But Renqian would act every time, and Song Qiyue, who was full of love or love, even if in front of him, either catered to the song or resisted the words, she always made people unable to see the true thoughts.
She is enchanting and captivating, like a gust of wind, come and go when she comes.
But she is so calm and clear, knowing what is OK and what is not, she has her own principles and bottom line.
But it also reached the point of stubbornness.
The stubbornness has come, and I have cried for ever seeing her.
It seems that she can always laugh so unruly and unrestrainedly, as if there is no trouble in this world that will make her sleepy.
But now, she burst into tears.
How can this keep him from being stunned.
The drizzle around her was still falling, and she looked down her head, as if she had made a mistake, a child who didn't know where to return.
Even though she was crying, she didn't make a sound.
It was so silent, as if the tear was just now, it was not tears at all, it was just rain.
It's just warm rain.
Song Qiyue lowered her head, she seemed to not want to be discovered by him at all, so she pressed her lips tighter.
Mo Zhengyan returned to his senses silently, he didn't say a word, just continued to wipe the rain off her face. He didn't clarify or break it. In fact, he had discovered the fact that she was crying.
When he went away for the drizzle on her face, he said, "The clothes are all soaked, okay, go to me to change it."
He said so, Song Qiyue refused to move.
Mo Zhengyan glanced at her, he stretched out his hand and gently held her arm, and was about to take her away.
Song Qiyue stood stubbornly in place, she was fixed there like a plaster!
"Let's go." Mo Zhengyan whispered to her.
Song Qiyue shook his hand away, she looked up, and he could see her clearly.
In the dark night, under the shining of a street lamp in the distance, her face was pale and cold, and the rain washed her makeup, reflecting her truest side. Her features are pure and delicate, her eyes are charming when she smiles, but now when she is cold, she is very indifferent, with a trace of rebellion and rebellion.
Only now, those eyes were red, and she didn't cry.
But that forbearing gaze is even more worrying!
Song Qiyue finally spoke, and she said, "Why don't you ask me why I am here."
Following her, Mo Zhengyan asked, "Why."
Song Qiyue looked at him and suddenly said, "I had a quarrel with Xiang Wan, and then we came out."
"I think you must have won the quarrel." Mo Zhengyan said again.
"Win?" Song Qiyue looked indifferent, but looked sad in the cold rain. "I didn't want to beat her. When did I beat her."
"Since she was a child, she has always been the first in the class, first in the grade, study committee, excellent student, and adults praise her for being sensible and polite." Song Qiyue began to count the past, but at this time she did not know why. She talked, just as if she was about to be depressed, if she didn't say it at this moment, then she would just collapse.
"She is really good, so what about you," he asked.
"Me?" She raised the corners of her lips, with a hint of self-deprecation, and said slowly, "If I can take the test sixty points, I don't want to have one more point. It will always be the middle and lower reaches, and the one at the bottom is me.
"So bad, can you still be admitted to Shanghai University? I think you are very smart." But Mo Zhengyan said.
He didn't know that she graduated from Haida University. Haida is the first-class university in Haicheng, even among the best in China. If she is so bad, how could she be admitted to such an excellent school.
Song Qiyue said with a smile, "Probably it's my luck, and I also want to thank Xiang Wan."
"She helped you?"
Song Qiyue remembered those days of struggling for her studies, and she spoke slowly again.
"One month before the exam, she printed out a set of papers for all courses. As long as she has it, I will have it. I don't know how I got through it. Anyway, I did it. Later I took the exam. Now, I went to thank her, she said that Su He asked her to give me these papers, and she urged me to stare at me every day."
"Moreover, I am also the daughter of the Song family. If I go to a third-rate school, the Song family's face will not be bright. In fact, it is also true. I shame the Song family all the time. "
Listening to her speaking in a calm and condensed voice, Mo Zhengyan laughed, "Look, it's said that you are smart, you don't believe it. No matter how good ordinary people are, they can't rely on it for a month. The paper, you can get close to the first university."
Song Qiyue was silent, and whispered again, "That's all you think."
Mo Zhengyan heard it.
I am afraid that at that time, everyone attributed her success to Song Xiangwan's work.
Also, there is that Zhou Suhe.
Naturally, Mo Zhengyan continued the topic, "Speaking of which, you have to thank Zhou Suhe."
Song Qiyue was also unprepared, she replied, "No, I want to thank him."
"Actually, I'm very happy to be at the same school with Su He." Song Qiyue's gaze was vacant, and the gaze fell into the rain curtain beside him, thinking of the past in a daze.
The sky was clear that day, and shortly after the exam, good news came one after another.
Song Xiangwan received the admission notice from Haida, and she was lucky to get it. Song Xiangwan was admitted with the first place in the Haicheng Girls Group. She barely made it through the score line. Even so, Song Qiyue was still very happy.
She still remembers when she ran to Zhou Suhe and told him the news.
He was already studying in Haida at that time, and she rushed in to find him, but still deliberately pretended that she had lost the election. She came to him with a weeping face, hesitating but refused to tell the result. On the contrary, Zhou Suhe was impatient to wait, and she suddenly shouted: I was admitted!
Zhou Suhe was very calm. He only glanced at her: I knew it a long time ago, and I had called to your house just now.
Song Qiyue was stunned, and she was annoyed again: You, who knows that I have passed the exam, pretend not to know?
It's you who deliberately lied to me. Zhou Suhe said with a smile.
Song Qiyue was annoyed, and she rushed over, chasing him, running and screaming.
"And then." Mo Zhengyan's voice came mixed with rain, piercing through the memory and pulling her back to reality.
Song Qiyue met Mo Zhengyan blankly.
After looking at each other for a moment, she said softly, "Actually, my face is not that thick, and I don't think so much."
Her breathing was a bit rapid, but a bit slow, as if she was struggling, wandering between saying and not saying.
Finally, she spoke again, as if she wanted to be released and exile herself!
Song Qiyue said, "Three years ago, Su He chose Xiang Wan and my sister!"
"When he told me that he liked Xiangwan, I felt like I was about to collapse. He said he liked me. Although we never publicly admitted that we are a pair, everyone thinks so, so I think so. Now," she said softly.
How could she not understand or hear the eyes and words of the adults? Once, Auntie Jun said in front of everyone: Su He, I think you will be engaged to July when you graduate from university, right?
When I heard it, Song Qiyue was drinking juice and was choked.
Zhou Suhe immediately patted her gently and replied: Aunt Jun, we are still young.
At that time, they were still young, and all marriages and engagements were all such remote things. So no one really cares, it's just a joke. However, when Su He and Xiang Wan were together, she realized that she was wrong.
"In fact, it is not." Mo Zhengyan responded.
Song Qiyue frowned slightly, "It's my wishful thinking, I haven't admitted it, I just didn't admit it. There is no relationship between me and Su He."
"But, but I'm not reconciled." Song Qiyue quietly brows, "How can he like Xiang Wan and my sister? Xiang Wan, how can she be with Su He?"
"So, I'm going to find Su He, I want to give myself to him, to save him!" She was cruel, and completely uncovered the hidden scars back then!
That seemed to be a pain that she didn't want to uncover in her life, but she said so at this moment!
Mo Zhengyan's eyes were also condensed, he really did not expect that there would be such a section, and the hand holding the umbrella was slightly tight.
But when she saw that she was looking at herself again, her eyes waved like a bright moon, and she wanted to reflect in her heart. Thinking of her and his first night, the nervousness and jerky, that kind of sacrifice-like gaze made Mo Zhengyan not know what it was like.
He said, "Failed."
"Yes, I failed. He rejected me." Song Qiyue went all out, even taunting herself. "Actually, I am really embarrassed. As a gorgeous and beautiful girl, I was so rejected by a boy. Now, I really should go jump into the sea."
"I left Zhou's house that night, I went home and took my luggage, took the money, and left a letter, and I left." Song Qiyue said, her voice became more and more choked, and the nasal sound also grew. The heavier, but the voice has maintained a tone, calm and long.
Mo Zhengyan said quietly, "No wonder, you haven't returned for three years."
"Because I don't know how to face it, in fact, I'm actually running away." She said slowly, with a curved corner of her mouth. At this moment, the depressive things that shouldn't be said are hidden deep in my heart. , All vented out.
It is sad or self-deprecating, but it is all incomprehensible.
In the rain, Mo Zhengyan still looked at her under an umbrella.
After a long silence, everything calmed down, he slowly said, "In fact, Zhou Suhe is not that important. What you care about is Song Xiangwan's betrayal."
The drizzle was so hazy, Song Qiyue's eyes were condensed by his words.
Seeing that her face was wet by the drizzle again, Mo Zhengyan picked up the handkerchief again to wipe her, his voice was gentle and sounded in his ears, "Didn’t you say that everyone has youth and crazy youth." In ignorance."
"Song Qiyue, congratulations, you have finally grown up."
At this moment, his smiling face freezes, so striking in silence.