Song Qiyue was so drunk by him, his tall figure was right in front of him, the night sky was deep, the wind was very cold, and his handsome eyes filled her eyes, and those eyes were stubborn and serious. Looking at her, it seems that there are too many things to tell.
He suddenly let go of his hand, opened his hands in the wind, facing this piece of Xiang Zhangdao, he said to her, "This is it!"
The leaves and branches of the camphor tree were all swaying in the wind, and the petals of the flowers were also blown off by the wind. Everything was dancing in a mess. It struck with his words, blinding her eyes, "You When I came to Nancheng for the first time, I left Changxiang on the road. You said that the camphor on the road is really tall and good."
"I told you that there is not the best place, and you asked me where is the best, but I didn't answer at that time!" Mo Zhengyan's black hair was drifting, and he said, "It's here, that's what I said. The best place for camphor trees in Nancheng!"
"Why is it here?" He almost muttered to himself, and asked again.
Song Qiyue just looked at him and didn't speak, Mo Zhengyan looked sideways at the trees beside him, "Because of this Xiangzhang Road, I used to walk several times every day, and remember how many times I have walked. I don't know. Because of this Xiangzhang Road, this end leads to Nancheng No. 1 Middle School!"
"Because this is the school where I used to study with her, we have all gone back and forth here!"
"It's like this time, the camphor tree and the flowers are all in bloom. Standing on the upper floor of the school building, you can see from a distance, this avenue is so wide, and the other end leads to the library!"
"In the third year of middle school, I transferred to Nancheng No. 1 Middle School. Nanzhong was a high school. At that time, she was in high school for one year. In the first year of high school, I was in the first class, and she was in the first class of middle school."
"I didn't know him at first, there are always so many people coming and going around, who will remember?" He asked under this camphor tree, looking at Song Qiyue's eyes, long and long. .
At that time, when he returned to Nancheng to study, it was at that time that Mo Sinian was given the temporary care of Mrs. Mo due to the poor health of his fourth aunt. It's just that the two are not in the same school, but divided into two.
As a freshman who was transferred to South Middle School, he was promoted with excellent grades and naturally attracted a lot of attention.
"The principal, the instructor, the head teacher, and the teachers in all subjects were very concerned when they saw me, because I enrolled in the first place." Mo Zhengyan's voice was faint.
The wind messed up his hair and also messed up Song Qiyue's hair.
At this moment, she still had no voice, but she could almost imagine that the young and energetic teenager who was enrolled in school at that time was originally the pride of heaven, and received all the attention and aura, just like Song Lianheng, and like It's Zhou Suhe, and even more like Song Jinzhi, they are all students who are proud enough of their teachers, and they are even more important figures on campus.
"Of course, it's more because of my family background." He raised his lips and smiled slightly. "Behind me is the Mo clan. The entire Mo clan, my mother's family background is not bad, and he is also famous in Nancheng. A family of mine. This kind of me has been loved by all the teachers in the school."
"No, it's not so much love, it's more awe."
"Nancheng No. 1 Middle School, Mo's family donated a large amount of education funds, and the principal would not say anything to me. If you are in poor health, just ask for leave. If you don’t come to school for a week, then take a long vacation. Listen to music and read books in class. As far as I am concerned, none of them will be ordered to ban!"
"My campus life is really laid-back, don't you think?" He said to himself, and finally asked.
Leisurely? Is it easy? Song Qiyue pressed her lips, but at this moment, she didn't feel it.
Such a life, such a campus, is just a bigger prison, imprisoning people in general!
"It's a pity, I didn't do this." Mo Zhengyan vetoed the words just now with a smile, and he said softly, "In the past three years, I have never taken a day of sick leave. As the son of the Mo family, he is studying in Nanzhong. , I’m no different from normal students. I start class on time, end get out of class on time, and never arrive late or leave early."
"It's just that, even so, I still can't avoid my identity."
"In addition to being the best school in Nancheng, this school is also a place where powerful families with a family background send their children to study. Every day, every day, I continue to meet my classmates who speak with me, some of whom are younger than me. Yes, there are also people in my senior year, and even more of my age, so many, so many, so many that I can't remember exactly what their faces look like."
The wind blew his cheeks and blinded his eyes. He blocked the floating leaves with his hands, blocking his eyes, "Except for Luo Zheng, they all seem to have the same face, they all look the same, there is no difference."
"Until she appeared." His hands fell down, his lonely posture didn't hold the leaf away, "I just felt that there was also a girl who could be different, it could be like this. "
It's not the same, what is it like, Song Qiyue couldn't help but start asking herself when listening to his words. She clenched her hands, she didn't want to hear or know this, but why couldn't help but want to keep listening? This tangled emotion made her intertwined, her feet seemed to be rooted, and she couldn't move it!
He spoke slowly again, "She can be so simple."
The deep eyes opened with the words, and Song Qiyue seemed to see him portraying the appearance of a young girl in his memory, "She is wearing Nanzhong’s school uniform, that kind of white shirt, a bow tie, and a blue bow tie. A girl’s school uniform is a skirt. She always wears a petticoat. The white folds of the skirt are a bit longer than the school uniform skirt, just covering her knees."
"When the summer heats up, she always wears half-length socks, white socks and her skirt. When walking, she still has long hair like dancing."
"She really likes those flowers and plants, and she also likes small animals, but she never raises them. I asked her why. She said that she had raised a puppy before and died of illness, and then she never raised these again."
"She likes to read books. Every time I pass by her classroom, or when I see her in school, she always has a book in her hand. However, she also likes photography. I can take pictures, Isn’t it interesting to capture the most beautiful moment just by pressing the shutter?"
"That's what she told me at the time."
"She said that her dream is to be a freelance photographer and to be able to take pictures all over the world is her dream."
"She asked me what my dream was. I told her that I didn't have any dreams, so she laughed. Everyone will have a dream, everyone has. If not, then she will help me think of one."
"She said to me again—"
Mo Zhengyan's voice eased, and his identity instantly changed. He seemed to be the girl. He said, "Well, when I become a photographer, you can go with me. I need an assistant."
The dream to complete together, that dream that made Song Qiyue stunned, was so naive, as simple as he said. For children born into a family like theirs, this dream is too simple. But after another thought, Song Qiyue was stunned again, how simple it was, such a free sky, such an unscrupulous.
In the dark night, the scattered street lights on the roadside of the camphor road are dimly lit. In that night sky, a rain line suddenly fell, it was a light rain!
But she was in this entanglement, as if she could paint the picture. It was the girl who grabbed the young man's hand and wanted to take him out of the gray sky, as if she was going to another new country!
"I said it." He answered.
He agreed to the past, but he readily agreed to hold her hand!
"Want to know how I and her met?" He asked again, and responded, "I'll tell you."
This left Song Qiyue at a loss as to how to react. In a daze, her hand was held by him again!
He strode forward, Song Qiyue could only be taken all the way by him, he came straight to the library.
It was late at night, and in the rainy weather, the library was closed long ago, but the curator was still there. He would lock the door and leave until nine o'clock on time. With the arrival of Mo Zhengyan, he pushed open the door abruptly, and rang the bell at the door, making an urgent "dingdong" sound!
When the curator heard the movement, he immediately came over to see what happened. When he saw the visitor, he was taken aback, but he recognized it again, "Isn't this classmate Mo?"
"Director, hello, it's been a long time." Mo Zhengyan greeted him.
"Student Mo, why did you come today?" The curator asked again.
"Director, are you getting off work soon?" Mo Zhengyan asked.
The curator nodded, and he said again, "Is it convenient to lend us the library? I want to find some books."
"Of course, you can find it slowly, but remember to lock the door when you leave. This is a lock and a spare key." This library is close to Nanzhong. Although it does not belong to Nanzhong, most of them are students from Nanzhong. Came to borrow, and Mo Shi also sponsored this place at the same time. The old curator knew this classmate Mo even more, and he still remembered deeply. Immediately put down the key lock, he smiled and greeted the door and walked away.
With a slight "click", the library door was locked from the inside.
In the dull atmosphere, there was no sound of music, and the entire row of bookshelves looked so heavy at the moment, as if to oppress everyone.
Mo Zhengyan pulled her again. He took her to walk in the bookshelf. The pace was very fast. He walked and searched. In his hurried movement, he hurriedly searched for those books and found one. He immediately Turning to the name of the debit book list, he pointed to the list on it and said, "Did you see it, here!"
That was the record of his debit, and he turned the page again, "Here!"
That is the record debited by Cheng Qingning!
He had shown her one copy, and he continued to look for another one, "Look here, there is here!"
It's another one, "Here!"
I read countless books and showed them one by one in front of Song Qiyue. She was taken all the way by him. The clothes on her body were all wet when she just came over, and the rain dripped drops. But it was hot, and even more anxious, the unclear emotions rolled and suppressed, but the memory jumped out again, it was the words they had left behind that were confused.
—Wednesday, see you in the same place.
——I have read it.
——The camphor tree on the library road is the most beautiful in Nancheng.
——The azure skirt you wear is the most beautiful.
He had been here a long time ago, and the secrets that she had discovered accidentally were uncovered by him one by one at this moment, as if it was another experience. When he found the "CienAnosDeSoledad", he would open it to When she was, her eyes suddenly filled with that sentence!
——Be my girlfriend.
Song Qiyue's heart was so tight that she was almost suffocated. When he took the book to her, she raised her hand and waved the book away, "What are you bringing me here? No need to give it. I look at these!"
The book was swung to the ground with a dull "pop"!
In the aisle of the bookshelf, behind Mo Zhengyan was a flash of lightning across the sky, as if across the world of two people, it became so unpredictable.
"It's here!" His voice sounded again, and he pointed to this library. "It's here. I suddenly discovered that there is a person who can have the same preferences as me, the book I have read, She has read it too. I haven't read it yet, and she actually borrowed the book that I was planning to borrow."
"This one, this one, and that one, all, I have read it, and she has read it too!"
"I started to notice her name, her name is Cheng Qingning!" He finally said her name, in front of her, so thoroughly!
"In the library, I met her occasionally, but I never said anything. I looked at each other and smiled through the bookshelf, but I didn't really chat."
"Until one day, after a year, I was standing on both sides of the bookshelf with her. She took a book, and I also took one. It was this bookshelf, and I saw her across from here." Mo Zhengyan supported the edge of the bookshelf. Song Qiyue saw the place where his hand was supporting, and the book that had been emptied unknowingly, the two ends were transparent, and the other end could be seen.
"It's really amazing. I seem to have known her for a long time. When I met her, I didn't feel unfamiliar at all." When he talked about it, there was an incredible feeling in his eyes. "Next, it's very natural. Yes, I am here to confess to her."
"CienAnosDeSoledad," the English read from his mouth, "I said to her, be my girlfriend."
Song Qiyue discovered that after hearing these things, she was so hollow. If she said that when she found these things, it was as heavy as the dust settled, then listening to him at this moment, he suddenly understood why he cared so much. , That is jealousy.
Song Qiyue, how can you imagine that he, who lingers in the flowers but does not touch him, would be so serious, earnestly confess, and earnestly like someone.
She took a deep breath, her voice trembling, "I know what you said now, is it enough? Can I go now?"
I don't want to, I don't want to hear anymore, I don't want to know more about their past, selfishly evading, just want to stay away!
He hurried to her, pressing her against the bookshelf, "What do I know! I don't even know myself!"
He looked down at her, he looked at her, and his wandering eyes were gazes she had never seen before. He asked her as if looking for a result, "I thought they were all Really, she told me one day that the reason she would approach me was because of my identity and because I was the youngest of the Mo family!"
"If it weren't for this, she wouldn't want to know me!"
"Just when I returned to Hong Kong City to study at university and deal with company affairs, she stole information to her company. She even made a deal with my family. She got what she wanted from me time and time again. Things! But these are not because of me! It is because of who I am! If I were not the Mo family, she would not be with me at all!"
The confused voice spoke so eagerly and quickly, like a long-standing resentment in my heart. Once the shackles were released, they blurted out, "I don’t believe it, I’ll ask her to make it clear, I’m going to ask her if It’s true, even if it’s true, I can treat it as if nothing happened."
"That day was the same as today. It rained like this. I can't forget it. I still remember it all the time. I remember what she said to me when she turned around—"
"I have never liked you, let alone loved you!"
"How ridiculous this is, it's really ridiculous!"
It was his voice that came clearly. When he stated the past, he smiled indulgently, as if he was talking about a funny and ignorant story, but his breath was in her ears, which made her heart tremble. , He said solemnly, "You are right, I hate her! I just hate her!"
Finally, after hearing his acknowledgment, the serious liking in the past, or the final hatred in this story, Song Qiyue is sour or other at this moment, why is the pain in my heart, and for whom
"You hate her, should you take me to retaliate against her! Mo Zhengyan, why should you use me as a tool for revenge! Why use Yangyang as a tool for your revenge!" Song Qiyue pushed away. She took the book on the shelf in a mess and smashed him on his body!
Boom!
Books fell on him and fell, accompanied by thunder and lightning outside the library, and the squally winds were constant outside, and the heavy rain was about to pour, making everything more violent!
"It's not like that!" he shouted.
"What about that! You want her to regret it, don't you!" A book in her hand was smashed bitterly again, and he remained motionless, still like a sculpture after being smashed.
It was he who leaned against the bookshelf opposite, and he was watching her, her breath was constantly fluctuating, "It was like this at the beginning, but not later!"
"When I saw her in Nancheng again, I thought about it this way. I wanted her to know how wrong her choice was at the time and want her to see how good I am now! So, you are right, I I specifically asked you to come to Nancheng. I knew her birthday party was about to begin!" Mo Zhengyan yelled in a low voice, "I chose a dress early in the morning, and I have a makeup artist waiting for you. I will dress you up in the most beautiful look. , I want everyone at the banquet to see you, and I want her to see you too!"
His voice was deep, "I just wanted her to see that you are my wife, you are a thousand times and ten thousand times more beautiful than her, I want you to be astonished!"
"Actually, you did it too! You reached the goal of your first revenge, but you are still dissatisfied!" She opened her mouth, but was interrupted by him, "I said no!"
Song Qiyue shouted, "Did you admit it at the time? In the backyard of the old house, you personally admitted that you want her to regret it!"
"That's because I can't control it!" He overwhelmed her with a harsher voice, "I was aroused by her! So I admitted it, I followed her!"
She condensed, and then said, "You can say anything now!"
"It's true! It's all true!" He was drinking, "I wanted to make you happy!"
Song Qiyue was stunned again, and he murmured again, "From knowing you until now, I haven't held any special banquet for you. After Yang Yang was born, he has not officially hosted it, nor has the wedding been given to you. Although you say that you don’t care, you say that you are willing to wait, you can wait until that day."
"But I'm thinking, in fact, you also want it. I want a banquet like this, so I will do it!" Mo Zhengyan said. He thought of that day. That was when Cheng Qingning came to cooperate on the project. Arriving in Hong Kong City, on the stage that day, her words made him fall into contemplation and made him want to do something.
"In the beginning, I just wanted to make you happy." He whispered, as if he couldn't say anything clearly, so he could only say to himself, "It's just that."
Song Qiyue's heart was hit, like the thunder in the night sky outside the window, hitting her heart, scattered so fragmented, she didn't believe it, she didn't want to believe, "You are lying! You are so Say, why didn’t you have it before! Why didn’t you!"
"Can't speak--!" He shouted at her, "Because I can't speak!"
Song Qiyue was completely stunned there, it was the residue of rain dripping down, the ticking sound, so clear, a piece of silence in his heart, he muttered, "What a clean face, what a dirty one. The heart, in fact, is the dirtiest thing here."
His palm pressed to his heart.
In this world, what could be the cleanest, and what could be the dirtiest.
The dirtiest thing is that proud self-esteem, who would rather die than admit it.
"It's here." He smiled, but didn't smile at all, his eyes were deeper than the night outside.
The lightning flashed across the sky again, and a heavy downpour finally fell crazily, and the camphor tree outside was swaying in the wind, as if it were about to collapse, dumping the entire world.
"Originally, I wanted to make you happy." He whispered, and walked towards her, his hand touched her, to touch the face he wanted but he didn't dare to touch. It was him. His palm pressed against her cheek, where his fingers once touched, "Yangyang's banquet was, and later went on vacation, they all wanted to make you happy."
"I want to give you the best, but," he asked, asking himself, making her feel a heavy rain.
He murmured, "But how can I make you so sad?"