"Is it because of this for a long time... Did Jing Shu choose to leave in that way? Or because of Bai Moxin?"

Before Bai Moxin died, Yu Jingshu once talked with her, and then Bai Moxin took sleeping pills in the water Yu Jingshu usually drank, and hanged herself on her bedside.After that, Yu Jingshu suffered from depression and mania, and died in the second year.

But Chen Bai felt that Yu Jingshu shouldn't end up like this.

Yu Jingshu has been a person who can keep her words from a young age. When Chen Bai and Yu Jingshu were shopping together, Yu Jingshu sat on a bench in the park and pointed to a sparrow squatting on a treetop, and asked, "Abai, what do you say about me?" Can I get a divorce?"

Can I get a divorce?Not that I want a divorce.

The business marriage of the upper-class wealthy families has never been a matter of one person.From the moment she got married, she became a bird locked in a cage by Ruan Mingcheng.

Chen Bai restrained his emotions, took the video from Su Qingyuan, cried while watching it, and finally she smashed the high-grade nanmu desk into four pieces.

Sadness gave her great strength, and she probably knew what Su Qingyuan wanted to do, so she said firmly: "Send this out."

After the first video, Su Qingyuan has been hesitant.From Ruan Mingcheng's opening, Su Qingyuan already thought that the other party wanted to take advantage of his popularity. The other party had Zhang Hong, Chang Qing and other key elements in his hands, so it would not be difficult to stir up his own popularity.

Su Qingyuan made a plan, and when Ruan Mingcheng's popularity reached its peak, he would use black to eat black.But he didn't want to show Yu Jingshu's embarrassing appearance to the world, it would be too ugly to tear her skin apart.Yu Jingshu has always been noble and elegant, she has never been popular with anyone since she was a child, Su Qingyuan hopes to leave everyone with her beautiful image.

Chen Bai understood his concerns. She wiped the back of her hand on her eyes, not caring about her messy eye makeup: "Send it. Jingshu gave this to you because she wanted you to expose Ruan Mingcheng's ugly face. She has been waiting for this day , making her truly a human being."

Su Qingyuan nodded, but his hand was shaking all the time. His beautiful white palm covered the mouse, but he couldn't press it down.If he was not too familiar with Su Qingyuan, he would not be able to tell from his porcelain-white face that he was in a state of turmoil.

"Let me do it." Luo Zhixing stretched out his hand from behind him, and covered Su Qingyuan's soft flesh. At first glance, this posture seemed like he was hugging Su Qingyuan from behind.

Luo Zhixing is half a head taller than Su Qingyuan, and his eyes are slightly lowered from this angle. The other person's trembling, slender, sparse eyelashes, upturned and delicate nose, and lips pursed like peach petals are like a delicate portrait displayed in front of him. , that is definitely the beauty that you decide to buy back and treasure for a lifetime among thousands of exquisite paintings.

At this glance, Luo Zhixing's hands trembled in panic.

His palms are big, with distinct joints. When the stiff joints touch Su Qingyuan's palm, he can transfer the scorching fire with every move.Su Qingyuan felt itchy for a moment, he moved his eyes, the peach blossom eyes had a little water color, he just smiled like that.

"What, are you afraid?"

"Nonsense." Luo Zhixing has a unique thick-skinned face, where did he feel any sense of fear, but when he lightly covered Su Qingyuan's hand, a momentary fear and fear attacked his heart. This feeling is very subtle, just like It is catching something that is destined to be impossible to grasp, which makes people panic and sweet.

In the end, this young man, who had been lawless all his life, stepped into the void when he was about to enter the maturity line of 30 years old.His resolute attitude suddenly softened and became frivolous and naive, as if he had returned to college.

Luo Zhixing's hot palm lightly touched the back of Su Qingyuan's hand, and then said, "I'm really scared, should the school belle be gentle and say something coaxing?"

Shameless and shameless, Luo Zhixing's shamelessness is definitely no match for thousands of troops.

Su Qingyuan was extremely disgusted, and withdrew her hand, she was already used to seeing the other party's incongruity, but she found a sense of security in this incongruity.

From the previous life to the present life, the feeling Luo Zhixing gave him was only two words - alive.

Luo Zhixing pressed the send button, and the little man in his head crazily bumped into Buzhou Mountain with his dog's head in his arms.

Luo Zhixing thought very helplessly: "Why do you have to be shameless and say these things? If you don't say such things, maybe you can touch the palms of the school belle Jingui."

Those are the fingers that played the piano since childhood, the kind that can make people fall for one more look.

As soon as the video was posted, Su Qingyuan couldn't sit still: "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette."

"Hey, hey, what are you smoking? School belle, you are not in good health, don't grow old..." Su Qingyuan had already pushed the door out before she finished speaking, and Luo Zhixing looked at his lonely back, which inflated like a balloon The long-lasting good mood was pierced by the tip of the needle, and the huge reverberation made the ears numb.

Chen Bai: "Xiao Luo, go and look at him, he is in a bad mood, don't let him smoke."

Luo Zhixing followed closely.In the short corridor, Luo Zhixing's mind was like a revolving lantern, sometimes it was the white moonlight in a little white dress, for a while it was Su Qingyuan in a white coat in college, and for a while it was Su Qingyuan in a black suit at a funeral.

He doesn't think the two of them have much time to spend together. Compared with parents, brothers, and lovers, they are just a short-term classmate relationship with each other, and now there is no more cooperative relationship.

If we take a step back, the two souls are straight lines that are parallel to each other, intersect unexpectedly, and continue to infinitely do not want to intersect, but he will be happy because of this accident-respect for all the wonderful encounters.

He carried the white rabbit from the girl's heart in his heart, and acted like a bad old man who knew the world well. All he could see was the young man with his shoulders relaxed, leaning against the wall and looking at the blue sky and white clouds.

The side face of the other party is exquisite, with smooth lines and highlights. The dazzling sunlight outside seems to coat him with a layer of holy light.

Against the light, his eyelashes were stained with a thin layer of smoke.

Luo Zhixing strode over, the two of them huddled at the end of the narrow aisle, stretched out their hands to get the fresh air outside, the air was filled with the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, it turned out that it was already the season of sweet-scented osmanthus.

The golden osmanthus season left the deepest impression on Luo Zhixing was that Su Qingyuan, who was wearing a white shirt with a V-shaped beige vest on the stage to accept the award, was alone amidst the excited shouts of people around him, as if separated by a sound-absorbing wall , It comes down to the silence, but it just reveals a seductive fragrance.

The young master smelled this smell, and the singer's genes burst out.Su Qingyuan was blocked by him in a narrow corner, and his whole body was covered by his tall shadow. As soon as the cigarette in his hand was lit, Luo Zhixing handed it over.

"School flower, give me one."

It's not a big deal for two people to eat and live together when they were in college, but now they smoke the same cigarette.Su Qingyuan didn't care, took out another thin cigarette and lit it.On weekdays, he plays the piano and holds thin cigarettes between his fingers on the keyboard, which has a special taste.

Cigarette, not lit yet.

Luo Zhixing volunteered: "School belle, wait a minute, I'll light a cigarette for you."

Su Qingyuan: "?"

The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus rushed towards his face, Luo Zhixing's jet-black hair tipped over, his chiseled face was filled with a familiar smell, and he stopped a cigarette away from Su Qingyuan.

Luo Zhixing lowered his head, and the cluster of fires on the cigarette butts dangling from his mouth slowly burned the dead fire in Su Qingyuan's hands.

Su Qingyuan's hands trembled, and he moved away without a trace. He looked at Luo Zhixing with transparent eyes, revealing a hint of doubt on his face.

"It's on, do you see that my assistant is very comprehensive and meticulous?" Luo Zhixing pretended nothing happened, with a standard naughty smile on his face, "School girl, sing a song. You and me I've known you for so many years, but I've never heard you sing, could it be that you're tone deaf? It shouldn't be, I hear your voice quite supple."

With such a rambunctious person by his side, the floating sadness in Su Qingyuan's heart was also dispelled.Su Qingyuan looked at him with peach blossom eyes, thinking that this person might be a roasted sweet potato, the kind that can dispel the cold in winter with a bite.

"Sing what?" Su Qingyuan didn't intend to sing, so he just asked.

In the smoke that rises from the burning incense-smoke, it burns to ashes and falls.

Luo Zhixing sniffed the sweet-scented osmanthus outside, and said in a low voice, "Sing that summer, summer will pass by quietly, let's keep a little secret."

Su Qingyuan squeezed the smoke, and the dream-like smoke dissipated.He lightly pushed Luo Zhixing's body that was standing next to him: "Don't sing."

Luo Zhixing put out his cigarette, and pulled him back.The aisle is narrow, and the two of them tugged and tugged, so it was inevitable that their bodies would touch each other. Su Qingyuan felt the touch was hard, but Luo Zhixing felt it was soft.Looking at each other, Luo Zhixing blushed first, and said in a coaxing tone, "I knew you couldn't sing, so I'll sing for you. School belle, listen carefully—"

"Xiaxia quietly passed away, leaving behind little secrets."

This person doesn't know how to feel, and he only sings a few sentences.

Luo Zhixing glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and the narrow space was filled with Su Qingyuan's faint fragrance.For a moment, the brain was on the top of his head, thinking about what little secrets Xia Tian had left behind.

Su Qingyuan laughed when he heard that, and bumped his elbow against the opponent's eight-pack abs: "Okay, Xia Tian finished singing, it's time to go back and deal with things."

Luo Zhixing pulled him back again, this time he didn't sing Xia Tian, ​​but his expression was extraordinarily serious.Su Qingyuan was amused, and looked back at him, his eyes met the deep and serious pupils of the other party, and he was startled.

"Is there something wrong with you? Let go quickly."

Luo Zhixing grabbed his wrist, rubbed his callused fingertips carefully, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Su Qingyuan was puzzled: "It doesn't hurt, but it's also uncomfortable."

Luo Zhi's hand loosened, and he said in a muffled voice, "When Bai Moxin hit your hand with a stick, did it hurt?"

Su Qingyuan shrank her pupils, and hastily withdrew her hand.

This time he touched the cat's tail, he wasn't scratched, but lost his temper and didn't speak. Luo Zhixing looked at his back, put the hand that had held the other's wrist to the tip of his nose and sniffed.He relaxed and hummed the summer song.

Xia Tian passed quietly, leaving a little secret...

Summer is over, in the warm light like campus beer, in the faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, skipping class and climbing the wall.At a place far away from Biochemical, he took out his camera and photographed the slender boy in a white coat.When he approaches, restrain everything, grab a handful of sweet osmanthus fragrance, and talk to him like a fool——

"What a coincidence, school girl..."

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【He at that moment】

"When Bai Moxin hit your hand with a stick, did it hurt?"

Luo Zhixing thought: If I had met him earlier and lived next door to him, I would have climbed over the courtyard wall and stolen him into my house, and peeled oranges for him with my own hands, a hundred of them!

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