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"Sir, I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

But Ji Yusheng's repeated apologies got Song Shihe's indifferent response.Song Shihe was unmoved by his apology, did not turn his head to look at him, but turned his back to Ji Yusheng indifferently, and said in a cold voice: "Ji Yusheng, do you know that I hate two kinds of people the most in my life."

Ji Yusheng raised his head slowly with red eyes.

"One is the person who clearly has ideals and ambitions, but because of his timidity, he drifts with the crowd and dare not pursue his dreams;"

Hearing this sentence, Ji Yusheng trembled all over, his legs went limp, and he knelt down on the edge of the bed weakly, looking at Song Shihe's back as if frost had bloomed with his mouth open and red eyes.However, Song Shihe completely ignored his feeling of near collapse, and continued: "And the second type is to play tricks in the love that should be as clear as the moon, and to use scheming and deceit to cast a shadow over the selfish love." Song Shihe paused and then said: "Even though the moon occasionally appears as a crescent moon, and occasionally dark clouds appear in it, it is still white and shiny, without a trace of dirt, and is extremely clear. It is definitely not like you, for your own sake. There is only darkness left in my heart.” At this point, Song Shihe suddenly smiled in a low voice and said, “I just said that I hate selfish love, but when you think about it carefully, you only have selfishness and no love for me, right? ?”

"No, I didn't, sir, please believe me, I was really—"

"And you, Ji Yusheng, have both." Song Shihe interrupted Ji Yusheng, his voice suddenly became fierce, and he said through gritted teeth: "You used to follow the crowd, and you later were cunning. Now you have both." Song Shihe At this point, he thumped the bed board vigorously, and said emphatically, "How can you ask me to forgive someone whose heart is full of black mandalas and who wants to plant seeds in other people's hearts? (1) How can I forgive you?" .

Even though Song Shihe couldn't see it, Ji Yusheng still shook his head vigorously and explained anxiously: "No, this is not my original intention. What I want to bring to my husband is the spring breeze. The storm is not my original intention. I really don't want to do this of."

"Spring breeze?" Song Shihe asked him back, his tone very sarcastic.

"Oh," Song Shihe sneered, and said, "What you bring is not a spring breeze, but a destructive warm current, causing the glacier to collapse in an instant. The original appearance of love should be as clear and clear as mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, and it will always be firm. Not glaciers that have been completely melted by destructive warm currents and spewed out by tectonic plate movements."

"And you," Song Shihe said, turning his head, said, "It's that destructive warm current and untimely shock."

The moment Song Shihe turned his head, Ji Yusheng saw his slightly widened and red eyes filled with resentment towards him.Ji Yusheng felt that his throat lost all moisture in an instant, and he was too dry to speak.

Facing Song Shihe's stern face and emotionless eyes, Ji Yusheng clenched his fists, looked at him and said tremblingly, "I was wrong before, and I know I was wrong," Ji Yusheng said, stretching out his hand to pull Song Shihe's hand, He put his hand in his palm and said: "From now on, I will help you find your lost inspiration and everything, please believe me, I will help you find them."

Song Shihe's hands were as cold as the frosty river surface in winter. Ji Yusheng tried his best to warm Song Shihe's cold hands, but it seemed that no matter how much heat was given to him, Mr. Song's hands in his hands still had no warmth.

"Help me find them? It's funny, why do you?" Song Shihe's hand, which was trying to warm Song Shihe, stopped for a moment.

The reason may not be because he didn't give enough heat, but because Song Shihe had rejected his temperature a long time ago. It was like standing outside a foggy forest and looking in with a probe, but what else could he see besides the white mist? ?

"You always say that you want to help me regain my ability to see that everything is beautiful, everything is sentimental, and everything is poetry, but aren't you my biggest obstacle? Isn't it all because of you that I lost all of this? I could have passed on love and beauty in the Art Academy, so that more people in the world can feel everything in the world with their own hearts, and let more people have the ability to capture beauty, but it is because of you, because of your unwarranted report Xin, I have become the most ridiculous existence, I have become a hypocrite in other people's mouths, a gentle scum and a beast who shot at students and sexually harassed students, but I didn't, what did I do wrong? What did I do wrong?"

"Who would have thought that the deeply affectionate love letter I wrote word by word for a long time back then would eventually become a sword stabbing me?"

Ji Yusheng burst into tears, shaking his head and whispering, "No, no."

"Isn't it? Then look back." Song Shihe suddenly smiled and pointed to his back. Ji Yusheng was stunned for a while, then turned his head trembling, and found an extremely lonely letter lying on the cold marble floor.

Didn't I collect all the letters just now?He crawled over and picked up the letter with shaking hands, the first sentence of which was:

"Shengsheng, seeing words is like meeting. It is difficult for me to write this letter. When I lift the pen, I can only hear the sound of my heart in full bloom, so I can't write for a long time. But since the moment when the flowers bloom in spring is worth recording things, so I still dare to tell you the sound of my heart blooming."

Just by reading the first sentence at the beginning, Ji Yusheng knew that this letter was a love letter written by Song Shihe back then.

But looking further down, the black ink on the love letter slowly turned red, and finally turned into a dazzling blood red. No matter how many times Ji Yusheng blinked, that love letter would appear as a blood letter.

"Who would have thought that the black ink on the love letter would turn into my blood in the end?" Song Shihe said unemotionally behind his back.

Ji Yusheng shook his head and desperately wiped the love letter with his fingers and the corner of his clothes, but the words on the letter were still bleeding, like Song Shihe's heart.

"No, no, I—" Ji Yusheng turned his head and eagerly wanted to explain with red eyes, but Song Shihe didn't give him this chance.

"Stop being hypocritical, you are my biggest obstacle." Song Shihe stared at him and said, his eyes were different from the spring breeze blowing all things in full bloom, now it is barren, with no grass growing.

"I...no...I will not be a hindrance to Mr., I can help you whatever Mr. wants, I──"

Before Ji Yusheng finished speaking, Song Shihe interrupted him, and said coldly: "I just want you not to appear in front of me again. When I see you, I feel resentment and anger in my heart. When I see you, I The sap of poisonous snakes is written in the pen of the

"So please leave, don't deprive me of everything anymore, please don't let me see you again." Song Shihe said heartlessly.

As soon as Song Shihe finished speaking, Ji Yusheng heard other people's sharp voices and harsh words.

"This gentle scum, what kind of professor do you have the nerve to do?"

"He's exhausted!"

"Romanticism is outdated, out of date."

"The sun of the romantic school turned out to be a sanctimonious beast."

"nausea!"

The voices of these people came to Ji Yusheng from all directions like a tide, wave after wave, causing Ji Yusheng's head to ache like being hit by a small hammer. Painful, clutching his head in agony.

After he raised his head with difficulty, he saw Song Shihe's body falling from the window in the headlines filled with "hypocrite" written all over the sky, just like Darcy who fell from the attic when he was watching "A Beautiful Soul" that day.

If that figure fell to the ground, all his dreams in the world would be shattered.

"No...don't! Mr. Song!" Ji Yusheng wanted to shout but found that he couldn't make a sound, and his throat hurt like a burn.

And amidst all this chaos and pain, Ji Yusheng suddenly heard a soft voice like a spring breeze blowing towards him, driving away all the sharp and painful words that surrounded his ears.

"Life..."

"Shengsheng?"

"Life!"

The author has something to say:

(1) The flower language of the black mandala is unpredictable death and love, desperate and lonely love

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