Wangyun

Turning over, Song Qing got off the bed.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon, almost time.

After washing, she put on a long skirt, a black slim mermaid skirt, which complemented her graceful figure and her white complexion.

After putting on her makeup carefully and putting on a coat, she walked downstairs, where a car had already been parked, and she had already made an appointment.

Today, the company holds a year-end dinner, and middle managers like her must also attend.

My mother remarried and started a family when she was in college, and now lives in another city.

And she graduated here and worked hard for a long time before she got to where she is today.

Stepping into the gate of the hotel, the clothes are fragrant and the temples are shadowed, and the wine is intertwined.

Song Qing naturally picked up a glass of champagne, walked to the side of her acquainted colleagues and superiors, with a proper smile and proper manner.

She was completely different from the sarcastic Song Qing from before.

But her mind is still immersed in the dream of that old year, and her thoughts are not right.

The glass was touched by someone, and it made a loud noise, which brought her back to her senses.

But in an instant, he put on a smile and asked, "What's the matter?"

The person who came was a colleague who usually communicated more: "Hey, don't you know?"

"what?"

"Our company and Qingyun Zhiding have a big case to cooperate next year."

"...the peak of Qingyun?"

"That's right. Look, the president of their company is also here, oh, this president looks really..."

Song Qing had already started searching all over the place when she heard him say Qingyun Zhiding, and she had already fixed her eyes and did not move.

She clenched the thin cup in her hand, blinking her eyes.

The man was dressed in a snow-white dress, his posture was always calm, and he also had the precipitation and calmness after experiencing the world.

Stand there and shine.

It's Zhang Shenyun.

In the middle of the dinner, she walked to the hotel garden alone, and the street lights were still bright.

She sat on the beautifully decorated hanging chair, kicked off her high heels, leaned on the armrest, and looked at the patterns on the tiles on the ground, her thoughts swaying gently with the hanging chair.

"Do you want to eat, big white rabbit toffee?"

At this time, a snow-white palm appeared in front of him, with a few candies on it.

Song Qing looked up.

Zhang Shenyun looked at her quietly, with smiles and tears in his eyes.

Song Qing closed her eyes and ignored it.

Thinking of the scene in the dream, that old dream... I don't know when it will end.

Zhang Shenyun reached out to hug her and whispered in her ear.

"I love you, let's start over, Song Qing."

Or, never... will never end.

[If I die, this liking will disappear, and it cannot be regarded as immortal. 】

——In other words, my love for you will last until death.

Epilogue:

Some people say that a crush is like rain.

But most of the time, feelings are two-way. The person who loves you is always waiting for you, and a rain soaks two people.

People who don't love you will just let you wait for the rain to stop alone.