I really want to be a salted fish

Chapter 217 Song Yan, shall we go home?

The door opened, and the security guard handed Su Shao a portable flashlight, "Can you touch it when you go in? I won't go in with you, I have to watch the door."

Su Shao didn't say a word, but quickly took the flashlight and walked into the cemetery.

Watching the thin figure disappear into the low and dark night, the security guard walked into the security room with a curled lip, "The two young lovers are both weirdos! Why are you running around to the cemetery when you are angry?"

Su Shao, carrying a flashlight, walked in the direction of the cemetery she had visited this morning. Her sense of direction was really poor, and she usually became a road idiot when she went to an unfamiliar place.

The lights of the cemetery were turned off at night, and we could only get a rough idea from the mottled stars in the sky.

Su Shao was not afraid at first, she just wanted to find Song Yan as soon as possible, but if she really stood in this place, she still couldn't help feeling nervous.

Beishan Cemetery was built in the suburbs, next to mountains and water.At night, the temperature will always be much lower than during the day.

Su Shao, who was wearing short skirt and stockings, felt her thighs trembling.

While sniffling her nose, she shouted, "Song Yan, Song Yan—"

Only echo and wind echoed her
"Ah Song!" A step was empty, Su Shao threw himself forward and fell hard.

Her arm was slightly bruised, but her knee bumped upwards on the stone edge of the steps.

It hurts a little, maybe the skin is broken.

Su Shao propped herself up and stood up, and took a step forward. The pain in her leg made her want to burst into tears instantly.

It's not hypocritical, it's just that in such a terrifying environment, people are already depressed, and they are still worrying about things in their hearts, and then they fall in such a sudden embarrassment, which makes them a little bit destructive.

Su Shao held the flashlight in one hand and wiped his face with the other.

When the fingertips touched the tip of the eye, it was still a little wet.

She couldn't hold back anymore, bit her lip and kept wiping away her tears.

Su Shao really wanted to turn around and give up, but she just couldn't let go, and always felt that she had to find him today!
She dragged her legs and moved forward in small steps.

After an unknown amount of time, the flashlight shone under a tree.

It seems that there is a figure.

Su Shao quickened his pace, and gradually he could clearly see the silhouette of the person standing under the tree.

The body is tall and thin.

Long pants, short sleeves.

Who would wear short sleeves in this cold weather?

Song Yan!

Because he was afraid that she would be cold in the morning, so he took off his coat and put it on for her
The tree is still the same tree that witnessed Su Shao throwing himself into Song Yan's arms in the morning.

The man under the tree maintained the same posture as when she left in the morning, standing very straight, but the breath on his body was very oppressive.

People who are stressed are a little hard to breathe.

The moon and stars are sparse, and the hazy halo is enough for Su Shao to see his expression.

Gloomy, decadent.

Especially a pair of eyes, no longer calm and piercing than before.

Song Yan looked at one place in a daze, with deep regret and self-blame in his eyes.

Su Shao's nose was inexplicably sore, not because the wound on her leg hurt too much, but because of her heartache.

She felt sorry for Song Yan!
Although she didn't know what kind of experience he was carrying, she knew that the man was regretting, the regret that flowed into the bone marrow!

The flashlight was thrown to the ground.

Su Shao stepped forward and stretched out two arms.

If he can't hug him, how about she hold him in her arms this time?

Hold her admiration and belief, her April Day in the world, all in her arms, no one will divide them, and no one will give them to them!
Su Shao threw herself in front of Song Yan, wrapping her slender arms tightly around his shoulders.

The girl's voice was very soft, with a hint of crying comfort.

She said, "Song Yan, shall we go home?"

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(End of this chapter)