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Song family.

The sky outside the window is blue.

Song Yanqing doesn't have to worry about the New Year. He just needs to be a mascot at home and doesn't wake up until around nine in the morning.

Wearing a loose black T-shirt, he was sleepy. As soon as he arrived downstairs, he saw red papers piled up on the coffee table. He didn't know what the hell they were, and said in a hoarse voice: "What's going on? Is this a show?"

"That's the invitation." Lin Weizhen said while sitting on the sofa, her hands folded on her knees, her body thin and empty. "Uncle said that April is a suitable time for Huaijin and I to get married. What do you think?"

Song Yanqing pulled on his slippers and yawned: "Congratulations."

"Song Yanqing, do you remember what I told you before?"

He turned his face sideways, his expression quite indifferent.

Lin Weizhen pinched her fingers: "If you haven't met someone you like yet, I will wait for you."

"If you now-"

"I don't understand what you mean by getting married." Song Yanqing interrupted her, "A game?"

If marriage is so casual, how much is love worth?

Lin Weizhen stared at him.

He had just woken up, his hair was messy, his hair was pure black, his skin was white, and his T-shirt was baggy, giving him a somewhat emaciated look. He was still the boy who liked to sleep on the table next to the window.

His responsibility, his ignorance, are infinitely close to the arbitrary whims of young people.

Sometimes I feel that he knows everything and is so calm and reliable, but sometimes I feel that he is loved like a child.

Treat feelings seriously to the point of naivety.

"Just kidding -" Lin Weizhen said to herself as she wrote her name on the invitation.

"Your brother has been chasing me for two years. I actually didn't like him at first, but I could always hear news about you when I was around him, and then... I found that he is actually very suitable for me."

"It's so lonely to be alone. I can't wait any longer."

"So I'm really going to get married."

"It's not about you, so you don't have to be bothered."

Song Yanqing: "Oh."

"Have you heard too many words like this?" Lin Weizhen couldn't help but laugh, "Brother?"

"..."

Damn it, or else you should break up.

Song Yanqing is really hard to describe. Lin Weizhen is not as old as him.

"Your brother is out, can you help me write the invitation?" Lin Weizhen flicked her wrist, "I can't write it alone."

"I don't have a good relationship with my brother."

Lin Weizhen was stunned for a moment.

Song Yanqing went back to sleep confidently, and said in a perfunctory voice: "So I won't help you——"

"..."

"Don't drink cold drinks when you wake up." Lin Weizhen whispered.

The smile at the corner of his mouth gradually faded.

She looked at the invitation she had written and made a mistake in the calligraphy.

Just tear it up, throw it in the trash, and rewrite it.

So sometimes, you are really just a child, and the love in the world is very clean, one is one, two is two.

Feelings are easy to deceive.

Or - he never cared about other people's feelings for him except when it bothered him.

Only this time——

She didn't lie to him.

To Song Huaijin.

She does mean it.

It's not because of Song Yanqing.

Song Yanqing didn't hear Lin Weizhen's last words at all. He took two cans of drinks from the refrigerator and went back to the room. As soon as he turned on the computer, an unknown caller came in.

"Who?"

The other party didn't speak.

Song Yanqing's patience was not enough to support him from asking a second time. Just as he was about to hang up, he scanned the phone number and paused with his fingertips.

……

In the following days, Xu Zhi never saw Wen Cenjiang again.

He should have gone back. (End of chapter)