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Lin Weizhen had several meals with Cheng Xuran and the others, and waved her cell phone in front of the boy: "Classmate, can you add a WeChat account?"

"Don't look at your phone." The boy didn't look up.

Lin Weizhen:?

Do you want to see what you have in your hand?

"So cold?"

The boy straightened up and asked Cheng Jiaoxiao, "Have you finished eating?"

"Hmm!" Cheng Jiaoxiao finished eating a few mouthfuls of rice, picked up Song Yanqing's soda, drank it in one gulp, and wiped his mouth, "After eating, let's take a walk."

Song Yanqing frowned: "I just fucking drank."

"What's the relationship between us? All I have to do is not wear a pair of underwear and drink a can of soda from you."

"It's a big crowd, please show some face."

"Brother Song, you still know how to save face." Cheng Jiaoxiao was particularly shocked and hooked his shoulder, "You have changed. Who asked me last night - eh, sister, save me!! Sister!"

"Cheng Xuran doesn't care about you." Song Yanqing dragged him out, his movements ruthless, his back sharp and strong.

Cheng Xuran was used to them making trouble in front of her, so she gave Cheng Jiaoxiao a helpless expression and helplessly spread her hands.

Cheng Jiaoxiao was heartbroken: "Whose side are you on, Xuxu, you have rebelled!"

"Who is on Cheng Xuran's side?" Song Yanqing turned around and asked, his voice low and careless.

They just walked out of the cafeteria of No. [-] Middle School, and the warm midsummer sunshine fell through the lush sycamore trees, leaving mottled patches on the ground.

The boy's eyebrows when he looked back were so lively and vivid. Even though she knew it was just a joke, she still felt frightened. She tried her best to speak in a natural tone: "Then you must be the monitor of our first class."

Cheng Jiaoxiao scolded him as a traitor.

"Did you hear that?" Song Yan turned around early in the morning and mocked coldly, "Don't complain to my sister in the future." "Fuck you, that's my sister."

Cheng Xuran pursed her lips and smiled. The sun shone over her shoulders, and her side face was furry and soft.

Many times, it takes a long time in No. [-] Middle School.

It was always the two of them who walked in front, and she followed behind.

The two boys are very tall. One turns around to talk to Cheng Xuran from time to time in a sassy and sunny manner, while the other is always looking down at his phone. He seems cold and inaccessible. He occasionally pulls his lips and says a word or two, with a cold, tired and hoarse voice. indifferent.

Sometimes when she walks slowly, the shadow in front of her will stop and wait for her.

He had headphones plugged into his ears, his school uniform was baggy, his eyelashes were hanging down, and his profile was always vague and profound in the memory. There were a few times when he would be side by side with her. When they first met, she didn't dare to talk to him. Once Work up the courage to ask him what songs he listens to.

He glanced at her and mentioned the name of the singer. That night, the first thing Cheng Xuran did when he got home was to click on the search bar, and then played it repeatedly all night, falling in love with the songs he liked to listen to.

If we could stay like this until the end of time, there wouldn't be so many regrets in the picture of three people, two in front and one behind.

"Has he always been like this?" Lin Weizhen asked, "He talks very little."

Cheng Xuran nodded: "It'll be good if we've known each other for a long time."

Song Yanqing has a very lonely temper. He won't even give you a look when you're not familiar with him. He's always cold and indifferent, and he just has a habit of ignoring people.

After all, there is also the aloofness of a genius.

A young man with capital.

Lin Weizhen refused to admit defeat and recalled the side of Song Yanqing when she first met two years ago.

It was night, there was a heavy rain, and the KTV was dim and dim. She walked over with her loan card and asked, who is Song Yanqing?
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