The days when I was forced to live with gentle scum

Cypress was stunned for a while, and it took him a long time to react. He looked at Yuan Qingye in disbelief, laughing until tears came out.

After laughing enough, he wiped off the tears that had condensed on the corners of his eyes, and replied, "Yuan Qingye, if a mirror is broken, it is broken. Even if you put it back together, the crack will not disappear, just like ours." It's the same, so why are you doing this?"

"Be a cool guy, don't look back and don't regret it, this is your style."

Since Yuan Qingye dared to take this step, he guessed many kinds of results. Among the answers he calculated, Cypress's current answer can be regarded as the most euphemistic one.

He didn't intend to back down, but just shook his head, "I've never been a cool guy, and I don't want to be a cool guy."

Cypress touched his chin and nodded, "Okay."

Yuan Qingye's eyes lit up when he heard the words, he thought that the cypress tree would let go, but the boy sentenced him to death with the next sentence, "But Yuan Qingye, you don't want to be cool, I want to be."

The cypress tree took two steps back, out of the range covered by the black umbrella, heavy snow fell on him without any hindrance, soon a layer of white fell on the boy's head, and the smile on his face disappeared, he said lightly, "I can talk to you Just because you speak calmly doesn't mean I forgive you."

"In fact, when I saw you, all the past I didn't want to think about came out, and then reminded me that I am a fool."

"To be honest, I still feel humiliated." Talking about this matter again, Cypress is far from the heart-piercing ones at the beginning. It is definitely impossible to say that it doesn't hurt, but if it hurts much, it is not to that extent.

"Let him pass the past, there is no turning back between us."

Yuan Qingye's face was not very good, "Why? Why didn't you give me a chance to start over again? I was wrong, I was really wrong, I shouldn't..."

"Yuan Qingye!" Bai Shu called out the man's name suddenly, "Not every sorry in the world can be exchanged for a sentence, it's okay, if I didn't rescue you on the elevated that day? Do you think you can still stand on the road today? Are you talking about some high-sounding opportunity here?"

Yuan Qingye did not answer.

"Leave aside that point, you asked me to give you a chance, what about my brother? What is my brother? What is it that you use me as his substitute? Even if you take ten thousand steps back, I will give you a chance, we When we are together again, do you dare to face my brother? Do you dare to say in front of him that you love me and that you want to be with me?"

Yuan Qingye was about to speak, but was interrupted by the cypress tree.

"Don't tell me you dare when your brain gets hot, think about what you did, and tell my brother what will happen after that? Well, just treat it as my brother agrees, and then what will happen after that? Then I will face you, face My brother will always think of the fact that I used to be my brother's stand-in, this is a difficult hurdle."

"Even if you change someone else," Bai Shu's heart trembled, and a sore feeling rose in his nose after all, "even if you change someone else and use me as a substitute for anyone, I can tell you what you said today It doesn't matter a word."

"But there have never been ifs in this world, because that person is my brother, my beloved elder brother, my only relative, and the elder brother I am proud of and depend on each other for life. Thanks to you, I don't even dare Make eye contact with him."

"So you tell me, Yuan Qingye, you tell me, why do you ask me to give you a chance?"

"I'll give you a chance, who will give me a chance?"

The howling wind blows by, the snowflakes are flying, the pedestrians on the road are in a hurry, the huge campus is empty, sometimes there will be the sound of girls laughing and cursing, but after the sound dissipates, there is only boundless silence.

Just like Yuan Qingye's heart, after the strong wind, there is only a desert.

He knew that he had caused great harm to the cypress tree, but after hearing the complaint from the person concerned today, he realized that those harms were not things that he could make up for if he said he wanted to make up for them.

Cypress sniffled and said with a smile, "So Yuan Qingye, let's get together and get together, and let me use that time to prove everyone's saying that we are not suitable."

"The sky is high and the road is wide, and we will meet again by fate."

The boy didn't miss her anymore, wiped his eyes when he turned around, and walked resolutely to the school gate.

It wasn't until the boy's figure was covered by the wind and snow that he completely disappeared from sight that Yuan Qingye looked dejectedly at the bouquet of roses in his hand.

There are three things in this world that are most difficult to hide—cough, poverty, and love.

Whether a person loves others can be seen through the eyes.

When you like someone, your eyes will reveal tenderness unconsciously, and your eyes will follow him unconsciously. Just seeing him, your pupils will light up, as if there are stars living in them.

This is what the cypress trees used to look like.

Once Bai Shu looked at him with admiration and admiration, which was an undisguised emotion.

But now there was nothing in the eyes of the cypress tree, only a gray silence remained.

Yuan Qingye once thought, even if it is hatred, even if Baishu wants to kill him, even if he hates him to the core, this at least proves that Baishu still cares about him. After all, where is the hatred if there is no love?

But Cypress didn't hate him.

He just didn't forgive him, simply didn't forgive him.

The bouquet of roses was finally thrown into the smelly trash can, just like Yuan Qingye's late love.

He once thought that Bai Song was the only ray of light in his gloomy life.

In the big house of Yuan's family, he never felt loved. His father cheated in marriage, and his indifference and selfishness caused Yuan Qingye's poor mother to suffer from depression, and finally chose to kill herself.

How old was he then, ten years old, or a little older?

Yuan Qingye couldn't remember clearly, he only remembered that after his mother died, his father treated him extremely badly, and after years of opposition from him, he finally married Liu Sumei into Yuan's family.

At this time, Yuan Chaoran was already over a year old.

He hated Liu Sumei, if she hadn't been the mistress intervening in his parents' marriage, if she hadn't gone out to his mother in private and showed her the intimate photos of her and Yuan Jiang, his poor mother would never have committed suicide.

She let herself lose her mother, lost her father, and in the end she even entered the original family with a high-sounding appearance.

Yuan Qingye hated himself for being incompetent, for being unable to do anything.

That big house, as early as the moment his mother died, was no longer his home, and he never felt the slightest bit of love in that big house.

Until he met Bo Song in college, Bo Song's care and thoughtfulness made him fall quickly.

But Bo Song has a fiancée, and he is not someone he can get.

Yuan Qingye thought that he was only worthy of loving Bosong in the dark all his life, and could only humbly covet the sunshine that did not belong to him, and draw the faint comfort from countless people who were similar to Bosong.

But he came across a cypress tree.

This boy who has a face very similar to Bai Song breaks into his world with his actions and undisguised love.

He thought he was loving Bosong through this young man, but he didn't know that in the day-to-day relationship, what he could see was not the cypress tree with the shadow of Bosong, but the cypress tree.

Just cypress.

The boy pried open the door of his heart with his passionate love, but left before he knew it.

When he found out, everything was settled, and there was no possibility of turning back.

Yuan Qingye sat in the car, his eyes were sore, he closed his eyes, and a tear slid down from the corner of his eyes.

After all, he lost that incomparably bright young man.

[The author has something to say]: In fact, after writing, I myself feel that it is impossible for the saplings to turn back.

Who can forgive a man who almost took his own life?This time he was lucky enough to escape, so what if he died?

And the most important point is that the sapling's substitute was his brother, his own brother, and he couldn't get over it. Just seeing his brother, he could remember the days and nights when he was used as a substitute by Yuan Qingye, let alone reborn. With Yuan Qingye.

So Ruirui is officially in charge!

But in fact, if there is no Ruirui, I guess I will be a BE at the end of the writing.

Ah, it's too difficult, it's really too difficult!