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Cheng Xuran walked out of the interrogation room, inexplicably afraid of the cold. She pulled hard on the cold zipper, clutched her cell phone, and dialed the missed calls again and again, but there was always a busy signal.

Is this a break of friendship? Forget it.

Since I have said that I have never regarded you as a friend, I shouldn't call him again, but this matter has caused such a big fuss, and Cheng Xuran is really worried about him.

Personally, she always favors Song Yanqing. She believes that he will not bully anyone, but her testimony must be absolutely fair.

She lowered her eyelashes and walked out slowly. She wanted to go back to school, but after something like this happened, I'm afraid many people were not in the mood to learn.

Why did it happen on the eve of the college entrance examination?

There was a sudden gust of wind at the door outside.

Two policemen walked in with a tall boy with serious expressions.

Cheng Xuran stopped and looked at him.

The boy was still wearing the school uniform of No. [-] Middle School. He had a tall and tall figure. He was wearing a black T-shirt underneath. His face was too pale. There was no expression on his face. He walked towards the interrogation room and his eyes followed Cheng Xuran who was staying there for a moment. intersection.

He didn't seem to see her and moved away quickly and strangely.

Pass her.

"Song..."

He walked over.

Just as she wished, so understated and completely ignored.

From now on, good or bad, future and future have nothing to do with you.

Just pretend that I never took care of you during these three years of high school.

Anyway...

That night, the boy lowered his head and lit a cigarette repeatedly, pressing the lighter she gave him. He lowered his eyes, smiled after a while, and said in a low voice: "Okay, you're not that important anyway."

Not that important.

Cheng Xuran was still standing stiffly in the police station, with the words "I believe you" in his throat never coming out.In that worst year.

Obviously at the beginning, everything was fine.

I have never told you, I only dare to call you silently in my heart for three years, it is my three years, and becoming friends with you is the happiest thing for me, but I do not have enough courage, I only dare to look behind you you.

I obviously know that you are good enough to me, maybe you can confess to me, and we can try to be together, but seeing the girls around you come and go, seeing you turn around and forget about anyone, and you are so scared that you can't even think about it in the end. I couldn't make friends, so I carefully hid all the extravagant feelings in my heart and just returned to the position of ordinary friends.

It would be great if it continues like this. As long as I can see it for three years, I will be satisfied.

It was just the spring equinox after the cold winter that year that made everything messy.

It’s not like you haven’t tried it before. Listen to friends around you asking you why you don’t fall in love.

You laughed carelessly while playing the game, with a lazy voice, saying you didn’t want to fall in love prematurely.

Then I'll go to the same university as you.

Three years.

The day to fill in the application form for the college entrance examination.

A tear wet the paper and spread a little bit of ink.

Like a stain.

When the swallow passes by, it remains empty.

For a moment, I returned to the morning self-study in the second semester of my second year of high school. The sound was noisy. The class representatives from other classes walked into the classroom with a laptop. He was a boy. He was wearing the uniform of No. [-] Middle School, black and white. His arms were the symbol of the student union. He had a tall and straight body. He was very tall and said in a calm voice, "Next session of English, plug in the computer."

"Thank you!" a classmate below said.

The boy did not leave directly. He held a test paper in his hand, walked across the desk, walked towards her, and slapped her directly on the third row by the window: "Your paper."

The zipper of his coat was open, and he smelled of fresh laundry detergent. His silhouette against the light was very cold. (End of chapter)