King Jack Sue

Yan Ci was surprised that Su Xun would call her.

Yan Ci was too lazy to think about how Su Xun knew his contact information. Anyway, he felt that since his relationship with Gu Xuan was accidentally exposed, anyone could easily get his contact information, let alone Su Xun. .

"What's the matter with you?" Yan Ci spoke after being silent for a while on the phone.

"I want to see you, can I?"

Ever since he found out that the photo was caused by Su Xun, Yan Ci had no affection for Su Xun at all: "What do you want to do?"

Su Xun smiled on the phone: "Don't be so nervous, I won't do anything to you"

"who knows."

"Yan Ci, are you so afraid of me that you don't even have the guts to meet me?"

Provocateur?

Yan Ci sneered: "If you say no, then you don't have it."

Su Xun saw that he would not accept his softness and toughness, so he could only use his trump card: "Do you know a person named Wen Jing?"

Yan Ci was startled: "...Quiet?"

"Do you know what relationship Gu Xuan has with her?"

"...Gu Xuan?"

"Come to see me."

"..."

The moment Yan Ci hung up the phone, he was in a daze. He knew that it was nothing good for Su Xun to ask him to go, but he couldn't help but compromise.

Because quiet.

Because of Gu Xuan.

Because of the sudden curiosity and uneasiness in his heart that killed people.

At the end of September, autumn has already entered. Although K City is not completely swept by autumn, it is already cool.

Yan Ci didn't know why Su Xun asked him to come to the park, but he didn't ask, and just arrived on time.

On the bench under the shade of the tree, Su Xun sat alone on it. She was holding the mobile phone, but her eyes were staring at the front in a daze, as if she was thinking about something.

"I'm here." Yan Ci stood still in front of her.

Su Xun looked up, looked at him for a few seconds, and suddenly smiled: "You really are a pretty little brother."

If it was a few months ago, Yan Ci would have smiled back at her and said "You are also a good-looking young lady", but now he really doesn't have the intention.

"Just say what you want to say."

Seeing that Yan Ci was too lazy to talk nonsense with her, Su Xun stopped talking about other things, smiled and went straight to the point: "Do you know why Gu Xuan likes you?"

Yan Ci's heart skipped a beat.

"Because of her," Su Xun took out a photo, "Because you resemble her, so he likes you."

Yan Ci, a woman in a white dress smiling happily in the photo, is no stranger to her. She is a teacher who has shown her kindness to him, Wen Jing.

Yan Ci's mind was a little confused, and he didn't understand why Wen Jing and Gu Xuan suddenly got in touch.

"You may not know her. Her name is Wen Jing. She used to be a nurse in a hospital, then became a teacher, and finally... died."

Yan Ci: "..."

"Want to hear a story?" Su Xun smiled slightly: "Shall I tell you?"

Yan Ci: "..."

The story seems to be dyed blue-gray, with a little bit of sweetness and sadness.

The young rich second generation fell in love with a nurse in a hospital at first sight, and gave her famous watches, necklaces, and all the precious luxuries.He doesn't mind that the nurse is almost ten years older than him, not only he doesn't mind, but even his family members don't mind, but the nurse does.

She said she didn't live long.

She said she shouldn't be a burden to his life.

She said she didn't like him.

So she left and went to work as a teacher in other places, and finally died of illness in a war-torn country, Pakistan, during her travels.

"I've said all I need to say, do you have any questions?"

Yan Ci: "..."

Seeing Yan Ci's silence, Su Xun thought he didn't believe him: "If you don't believe what I said, you can go and check on this person named Wen Jing, or ask Gu Xuan to check the facts to see if I lied to you."

Yan Ci: "..."

"Yan Ci, do you know how similar you are to Wen Jing?"

Yan Ci: "..."

"Everyone has their own preference for admiration. Gu Xuan's preference is the quiet one, gentle, literary, kind, indifferent, talented... Tell me, how much do you take?"

Yan Ci: "..."

"You don't know how sad he was when Wen Jing died? You also don't know how many Wen Jing things he still keeps, just to see things and think about others."

Yan Ci: "..."

Su Xun observed his expression. His face was very calm, without any waves, and his eyes were expressionless. They were very quiet, but they were out of focus and dazed.

"Yan Ci, I actually like you very much." Su Xun looked into his eyes seriously.

Yan Ci regained his senses, his gaze moved to her face stiffly.

"I have read your articles and poems, and watched your speeches, all of which are very good. I admire talented people, people with sentiment, and people with quick wit, but you have all three of them. I can't help but like you, let alone..." Su Xun paused: "You are still a kind person."

Kind?

There was a mocking smile on the corner of Yan Ci's mouth, but his eyes were a little bit astringent and red.

"Not only like you, but also like Gu Xuan, but..." Su Xun stopped here.

But what?But you shouldn't be together?

No, "But I'm still going to hurt you."

She didn't change her face, but there was a sneer or a mockery in her heart.

Laugh at yourself for being stubborn, laugh at yourself for being perverted.

There are probably not many people in the world who are so vicious and serious about hurting the people they like, right?

But one of them was Su Xun.

Loving beauty, but working hard to destroy beauty, focus and persistence, there is no cure.

A fragment suddenly flashed in my mind.

One night, in a certain classroom, a certain boy who was named came onto the podium unexpectedly, then quickly changed his mood, and subconsciously smiled softly towards a certain direction off the stage.

That direction happened to be facing Su Xun.

Su Xun suddenly couldn't continue.

Her original intention of coming here was to brainwash Yan Ci, but at this time she couldn't bear it for no reason.

"Yan Ci..."

"Are you done?" Yan Ci didn't look at her.

Su Xun was startled, and subconsciously replied: "...It's over."

"I'm leaving."

Su Xun: "..."

Yan Ci turned around without the slightest hesitation.

"Yan Ci!" Su Xun stood up and called him to stop.

"..."

Su Xun opened his mouth, and thousands of words and thoughts were twisted into a mess in his mind, but what he finally managed was an irrelevant thread: "...it's okay."

Yan Ci stopped for two seconds with his back to her, and finally left.

Su Xun sat back in his original position in a daze.

It suddenly occurred to her that a few months ago, when the relationship between her and Gu Xuan was not as bad as it is now, Gu Xuan once asked her how she wrote a poem.

In the middle of the night, the wind is blowing and the rain is blowing. Tomorrow, when you climb high, the autumn will be quiet.

How many beauties are withered, there are only a few swallows, and they are playing plantains.

A piece of melancholy pours wine, hate is basil, how can I deal with depression.

Come late and go back to the house to wash guest robes, with fluttering ambitions and shaky minds.

Su Xun sighed, lowered his head, and slowly buried his face in his hands.

Who is she hurting?