An artist who doesn't work hard to code is not a good devil

Seeing how Lin Ha and Lu Yixi are inseparable now, Song Chengxuan blessed but envied him, and when Lin Ha asked about the so-called Anna, Song Chengxuan only felt a faint bitter taste in his mouth, but he has not yet Way to describe what that really is.

Since Yan Qiao was Lin Hongyi's godson, Song Chengxuan had known Yan Qiao since Song Sitian and Lin Hongyi confirmed their relationship and marriage, and they were just at the age when they just started to remember things.

In the ten years after that, Yan Qiao's meaning to Song Chengxuan was actually no different from that of Wei Feng and Qi Yi, who grew up together from generation to generation.

Until Song Chengxuan and Yan Qiao went to the same school.It's not that anyone took the exam specially for someone else, it's just that in the whole city, there are only a few schools that are suitable for generations of parties and can make parents and family members of generations of parties feel at ease. Naturally, they met there.

At that time, Yan Qiao was a year older than Song Chengxuan, and Song Chengxuan still remembered that in the second week of school, in the physical education class on Wednesday afternoon, when he completed the 1000-meter run as required by the teacher and unintentionally raised his head, Yan Qiao put his hands on the railing , stood in the corridor on the third floor and lowered his head to show him a faint smile.

The second week, the third week... So far, Song Chengxuan doesn't know whether Yan Qiao was called to stand outside the house by the teacher for punishment, or whether she was in a self-study class, or ran out of the classroom because she felt uncomfortable. Every Wednesday during that whole year, he would see Yan Qiao at the same time and in the same place, and Yan Qiao just stood there quietly looking at him, smiling faintly at him when their eyes met.

To him, that kind of Yan Qiao is different, unlike Wei Feng who was always the king of kids who insisted on being the first in everything since he was a child, and unlike Qi Yi who always shows spoiled coquettishness and stupidity, Unlike any of his usual generations.Yan Qiao obviously belonged to this circle, but she was always independent in this circle, her humility and gentleness were different from anyone else's.

However, in Song Chengxuan's sophomore year of high school, the Yan family's misfortune changed everything. Many people said that Yan Qiao's temperament changed drastically under Yan's father's betrayal.Since then, Yan Qiao has become deep and vicious, the surface is still so fashionable and natural and unpretentious, but inside... everyone knows that it is definitely not white inside, and people of the same age around me say that it must be black to the point of dripping ink. , but Song Chengxuan, who hasn't seen Yan Qiao for almost a year, has been stubbornly thinking that at most it is gray from the vicissitudes of life.

But when Yan Qiao returned to school after a one-year absence due to family and physical reasons in the third year of high school, Song Chengxuan really understood how dark it was.

Yan Qiao still seldom smiles, but the occasional smile on his face is no longer the kind of indifference that makes his heart palpitate, but is full of jokes and contempt at any time.

That's not Yan Qiao.That's not, it's not.Song Chengxuan told himself time and time again, but he never dared to hold Yan Qiao to confirm what he said.

As the men and women around Yan Qiao changed one by one, finally one day Song Chengxuan couldn't help but grabbed Yan Qiao's wrist.

That day, Yan Qiao grabbed the tie on Song Chengxuan's school uniform, and moved closer to Song Chengxuan's ear.

Close, close enough to hear the sound of breathing.

"Go home, dear."

That was Yan Qiao's voice, the Yan Qiao in Song Chengxuan's memory.But those four words at that moment, like a certain smile on a certain Wednesday afternoon in a certain year, pierced deeply into Song Chengxuan's heart like a knife.He was so frightened that he ran away, fled home, fled the country, and fled to a place where Yan Qiao could not be seen.

But he still couldn't help but search for news about Yan Qiao. Seeing Yan Qiao getting worse, he also felt that he was falling a little bit. He wanted to get up again and again, but he sank deeper and deeper again and again. .Finally one day he made up a perfect "Anna" to Yan Qiao. Song Chengxuan thought that he could rely on this clumsy lie to deceive himself, coaxing himself not to feel sad for a person who had no way to get back to the original state, but In fact it's just moving yourself from one pothole to another.

He lied to Yan Qiao, everyone, and himself.However, when he felt that he could finally go home after training a body of iron and steel, Yan Qiao still only needed a smile to beat him to pieces.

So he no longer wanted to see Yan Qiao, as long as he couldn't see him, he would still be him, harboring an unrequited love that no one knew, no one could tell, a secret sour but nostalgic.Occasionally, he would suddenly feel that maybe he was not unrequited love, maybe he was special to Yan Qiao, but often such delusions would be extinguished by Yan Qiao in the next second.

Illusions, must be illusions.

Under such an illusion, he wasted his life, pretending to care less about Yan Qiao than others, but thinking about Yan Qiao all the time.Gradually, camouflage became a habit, and caring also became a habit.

Maybe this kind of life will last until the day Yan Qiao leaves, maybe it will last forever, anyway, let's go on like that.

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"Cousin?" Lin Ha called out, raised his hand and waved in front of Song Chengxuan, "Did you hear me?"

Song Chengxuan woke up from the memory in a trance, recalling Lin Ha's question just now, and said with embarrassment and regret, "No. It's not Anna. She is so nostalgic, there is no way to leave the life she has been accustomed to." The tone and expression are all just right, There are so many good and bad actors under his hands, and he has seen more and more. Of course, Song Chengxuan's acting skills will not be bad.

If it was before, Lin Ha would have believed Song Chengxuan's words as easily as others.But now that he has enough faith, Lord Demon King, who has successfully renewed the plug-in, turns on the auxiliary plug-in wherever he goes. Just after Song Chengxuan said three words, a pop-up window appeared in Lin Ha's mind.

On the pop-up window, three large characters were clearly written "He lied!"

Feeling confused, Lin Ha read Song Chengxuan's mind again, and instantly frightened himself. Cousin... Cousin actually likes Sick Jiao Qiao? !Hey Hey hey!What a strange development this is!

Lin Ha looked back puzzled, and wanted Lu Yixi to give him some hints, but who would have thought that Lu Yixi would give him a look of "you just know"...

This time, Lin Ha was completely speechless.Can it be like that?Not meeting, not talking, and occasionally exchanging text messages, but only a few sentences?

The human mind is really weird!