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The dean snorted, "You're right."

It was still cold. When he came out of the dean's house, Song Yanqing buttoned up the hood of his coat and looked at his phone at [-]:[-]. He didn't really want to go home, so he walked around the riverside.

After returning to Yuncheng, I didn’t take a good look at it, it became quite a lot.

He was blown by the river breeze, and the cousin on his face became calm, and his outline was cold and profound.

"Want to buy a bouquet of flowers? Twenty yuan a bouquet." A girl walked up and asked softly, holding roses in her arms. Everything was red, and the flowers were fragrant in the winter.

"Do you have a flower shop?" Song Yanqing asked.

The girl was stunned for a moment: "Yes, it's on Zhaoyang Road. Do you want to order flowers?"

Song Yanqing leaned forward to listen to her, smiled, and moved his lower lip.

Sunset shrouded the sky and earth in the distance, and the evening wind blew through his clothes, giving him a cold and relaxed feeling, unable to catch the wind.

……

……

Song Yanqing returned home at five o'clock.

"Yanqing." Auntie said, "There is freshly cut fruit on the table."

"Okay, thank you." Song Yanqing walked upstairs and asked while taking off his coat, "Is my brother back?"

"I'm back, I saw Huaijin's girlfriend, she's so beautiful -" Auntie smiled from ear to ear.

Song Yanqing's footsteps suddenly stopped.

The expression on his face faded inch by inch.

On the second floor, to the right, a woman wearing a clear off-white French dress walked out of Song Huaijin's room. Her long hair was slightly curly and she was pretty and charming. When she saw Song Yanqing, she smiled and said, "Hi, long time no see."

Those few seconds of looking at each other.

Lin Weizhen clearly saw that the emotion in Song Yanqing's eyes was as light as a snowy night in the middle of winter abroad.

How many snowy nights in London are unforgettable.

It really is--

Nothing has changed.

"Are you surprised to see me?" Lin Weizhen tucked her hair behind her ears, with delicate and bright features, and looked at him intently, somewhat jokingly, "At least I wished you a Happy New Year last year." Song Yanqing stood where he was He said in a cold and perfunctory tone: "Now it's my turn to wish you a Happy New Year."

"Don't be like this Song Yanqing." Lin Weizhen said easily, "I'm tired of staying abroad. I didn't come back to China just to see your cold face."

"Then you go."

Lin Weizhen was silent for a moment: "Maybe I can't leave." She looked straight into Song Yanqing's eyes, "Song Huaijin said she wants to marry me."

Lin Weizhen has been abroad for so many years after graduation.

I haven’t had much contact with Song Yanqing.

Wrote two letters.

There are only two letters in seven years.

He responded with rejection and alienation.

When she lay awake all night in London, she cut off all her thoughts.

Song Yanqing said nothing.

He didn't even change his expression.

He is always indifferent and lets others do what they want.

Lin Weizhen didn't move, waiting for his next words.

"Why are you standing here?" There was a strong male hand on his shoulder. Song Huaijin was wearing a suit, tall and tall, and her voice was gentle and low, "Have you said hello to Yanqing?"

"No need." Song Yanqing looked indifferent and walked past them directly back to his room, "You guys chat."

This is the first time that Song Huaijin takes Lin Weizhen home and stays overnight at the Song family. Song Qishan is very satisfied: "You plan to get married next year?"

"If Wei Zhen is willing, it can be done this year." Song Huaijin said elegantly and considerately.

Lin Weizhen raised her head and glanced at Song Yanqing, "I can do it."

"Okay, Huaijin will be thirty-two after this year, and it's time to start a family." Ms. Jian asked a few questions, "Are you studying at university in London?"

"Yes, I studied music." Lin Weizhen said in a brisk tone, "Auntie, we should have a common language." (End of Chapter)