Dear Mr. Shi

"I haven't seen you for many years, I recognized you only at the first glance," Si Jianan quietly looked at Song Qinghuan.

Seeing her with an unrecognizable expression on her face, she said with a little sadness: "People often say that the eighteenth woman has changed, but they are right. I haven't seen you in the past few years. You have changed so much, and you are about to let me recognize it. Can't come out."

Song Qinghuan knew what Si Jianan meant, saying that although she had changed a lot, he still recognized her at first sight.

But why didn't she recognize him?

Song Qinghuan looked at him suspiciously, his tone a little impatient: "Who are you? If you don't explain it, I'll be out of company."

She has no time to accompany a strange man, in this game of guessing who you are, who you may be, and who you should be.

And he is still a man who is frivolous as she thinks.

Si Jianan's expression froze, and it seemed a bit strange Song Qinghuan's attitude.

In the memory of her, no matter when, she is always happy, like a heartless, carefree tease.

But then he thought about meeting someone who knew him but had no impression of himself.

After several conversations, the other party refused to say the name. When I had to make myself think, I felt a little bored.

Si Canan's mouth pursed, and a smile appeared in the bottom of his eyes: "To the north, I am to the north."

"To the north," Song Qinghuan whispered the name.

The name Xiangbei is a bit familiar, but it is so old that she is not sure whether this name has ever appeared in her time.

Song Qinghuan thought quietly, looking at Si Jianan sluggishly, as if searching in his head, there were memories of this person.

I don't remember very much, there is a memory about this name.

"Do you miss me at all? Song Qinghuan." Si Jianan asked lightly.

She really couldn't think of it at all. Song Qinghuan bit her lip and looked at Si Jianan. Before she met Shi Yuhan, she was sure that such an evil and graceful man had never appeared in her life.

Looking at Song Qinghuan, who was becoming more and more suspicious, Si Jianan smiled and said, "You once said that you won't forget me."

This is ambiguous, especially when the man said it.

Song Qinghuan couldn't find a word to answer, and began to feel a little bit that the man in front of her was deliberately teasing her.

When he got up, it seemed that he wanted to leave, Si Jianan’s voice rang in his ears again, "Going north, your deskmate Si Xiangbei, you once said that I was the most powerful of all the tablemates, you forgot Yet?"

At this time, Song Qinghuan finally remembered.

She turned her eyes to look at Si Jianan, her eyes gleaming with astonishment, and she said in surprise: "You are Si Xiangbei. You are Si Xiangbei in the first class of Jiangzhong High School. It's impossible, right?"

The last three words were called out in doubt. Because Si Xiangbei in my memory is not Si Canaan at all.

Si Canan smiled and said, "Yes, I am Si Xiangbei."

Song Qinghuan opened her mouth wide, and stared at him for a while, seeming to finally overlap with Si Xiangbei in his memory.

She smiled nerdyly: "It seems to be you, but Si Xiangbei, you have changed so much."

Si Canan smiled and said nothing.

Song Qinghuan felt very embarrassed. When the old people met, she couldn't recognize them, and even regarded them as a frivolous apprentice.

She scratched her head awkwardly: "You can't blame me, you just said that I have changed a lot, but I haven't changed much, but you have changed so much. If any classmate meets you, it is impossible to recognize you. , The more important thing is that you have changed your name."