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"Just here."

I got acquainted with the owner of the restaurant downstairs where the company used to have lunch. Now that there was no one in the restaurant, I asked him for a private room that had just been packed.

If someone else overheard our conversation, it might be scary.

The lights are slightly dimmed, giving the atmosphere a warm atmosphere.I guessed that Song Cheng hadn't had dinner yet, and I didn't want the atmosphere to be too awkward, so I pushed the menu to him: "Order some food first, and make do with it."

He nodded slightly, took it and bowed his head to order.The contours of the perfectly shaped facial features softened under the warm yellow light, and my heart inevitably ached for a moment.

While waiting for the food to be served, Song Cheng looked up at me with a rather relaxed expression: "What do you want to tell me?"

"Just an open and honest chat," I said, "I'm sorry I lied to you earlier."

He said softly, "It's okay."

"This is the first time I formally introduce myself in front of you... I am Xu Junyan." I wanted to sigh, because Song Cheng was sitting opposite me, and forcibly held back the thought, "Everything about Junyan is false, I once again Apologize."

Song Cheng smiled softly. When he smiled, there was a slight dimple at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were curved into a nice shape: "I said it's okay. Why do you always say such things?"

"Last night, you and Yang Chen... Well, you should know who it is. You fought him...Did you go to the hospital to check your body?"

"That's the only way to go, don't worry." He still had a smile in his eyes, "That bit of punching and embroidering my legs won't hurt me."

Although the injury on Yang Chen's arm was not serious, it was shocking and bluffing.I've been worrying about it all the time, afraid that something happened to him.Song Cheng suffered a loss in the past and mostly endured it in silence, but I can hear the difference when he speaks.

It's not the kind of tone that deliberately appeases me because I'm worried, but pure and relaxed.

He was really okay, maybe I completely underestimated his level.

"It's fine." I paused, "Did you say anything to him?"

"I did say a few words."

I waited patiently for his next words, but the waiter knocked on the door of the private room and walked in.

The one who served the dishes was a petite girl. There were several dishes on a tray, and she looked a bit struggling.Song Cheng stood up and took it for her, in exchange for a shy look with a smile and a sincere and sweet thanks.

He has always been so considerate, even if he falls into the sea of ​​people, he will eventually shine like gold.

When she took her out, Song Cheng picked up his chopsticks and ate seriously. I didn't know how to continue my interrupted question.

While he was in a trance, a piece of fish belly was suddenly placed on the snow-white plate in front of him, and all the thorns on it had been carefully removed.I looked at him in surprise, I couldn't tell what I felt in my heart, all the obscure and turbulent emotions were blocked on the tip of my tongue: "...Thank you."

"It tastes good, try it."

I put the piece of fish into my mouth and chewed without taste.He picked up vegetables for me in a natural way, and took my bowl to serve me soup.I couldn't help stopping him: "Song Cheng."

He smiled: "Why?"

"Say something." My fingers were a little cold, and I unconsciously put them on the edge of the hot soup bowl, "Why are you the same as before? Don't you want to ask me anything?"

"Isn't it good to be the same as before? You said you liked being taken care of like this."

"Stop acting."

He looked at me softly, unmoved.I put down my chopsticks with a snap, feeling bored for no reason: "What did you and Yang Chen say? You made a bet, right?"

"I didn't make a bet with him. He was unilaterally talking nonsense." Song Cheng put on his gloves, slowly began to peel the shrimp, and put the peeled shrimp neatly on the porcelain plate, "You promise to come back to me at night Talk, he just said you wouldn't come to me. So you did stay with him last night? I'm concerned for your safety the way he looks."

I reluctantly responded: "...um."

"It's too much. I just said that the only thing I love is not a lie, and I turned around and spent the night with other men." His tone was the same as usual, gentle enough, "Don't forget, we haven't broken up yet."

The appearance of kneeling down and begging him not to leave me only happened last night, but it seems like a long, long time has passed.

The eyes are no longer blurred, and the cloth covering his eyes is removed.

I was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Let me tell you something that I have been thinking about for a long time."

He stopped what he was doing and looked at me, and I said seriously: "At first I was on a whim, but later I found out that I was wrong. When I said I love you, I wasn't lying. Jun Yan really loved Song Cheng. But Jun Yan was a fake , Song Cheng is also a fake."

My heart was pierced when I said these words, but I had to continue.

I must be clear.I have to draw a clear line so that I can't turn back, so that I can completely avoid the yearning for that little tenderness in my heart.

Xu Junyan can't yearn for love, can't expect tenderness, and can't develop weakness.In the final analysis, it is just because I am too useless and too weak to protect myself in a sharp world, let alone others.

So not worthy.

"I don't know what's going on between Cheng Heyun and you, what's going on with your past, and I've been in such a muddle. Song Cheng, Chengjing Cheng, even the name... I don't want to blame you for mentioning it, I have no right to blame you You. Just wanted to say, we weren't going to go far, were we?"

I looked up at him, and found that Song Cheng lowered his eyelashes, his expression was a little bit sad.

It's just a joke... I suddenly remembered Lin Ya's words.

From the very beginning, there were too many specious feelings between us, so no one could take a certain step.

"You have been kind to me, and I am so grateful for that kindness, whether it is sincere or not." I said, "No one has ever been so gentle to me. Because I am too bad to bring you any good memories, sorry."

It's not as hard as I thought it would be.

It's just that when I mentioned that no one has ever treated me tenderly, my eye sockets were sore for a second.

Song Cheng put the plate in front of me, and it was full of plump shrimps that had been peeled off their shells: "Well, are you finished?"

I didn't expect this kind of result, so I replied dryly: "...It's over."

"You are telling the truth, not lying, I can hear it."

He took a wet towel and wiped his hands with a faint smile on his face.He is obviously handsome, but for some reason he looks a bit gloomy in my eyes: "You want to say that we haven't all told the truth anyway, so we just broke up."

"Do not……"

I want to justify a few words, but after thinking about it carefully, it seems that this is indeed the case, and I dare not speak out in embarrassment.

"Then what if we don't lie to anyone from now on?"

I froze for a moment: "I, I don't understand what you mean."

"It's very simple. I'm very happy when I'm with you. I don't want to just let go. I told you last night that I hope you can correct some things so that we can continue to be together. One of them is to stop making random decisions by yourself. I discussed it. Remember?"

I nodded and stared blankly at him.

"Don't announce the breakup unilaterally, and ask for my opinion."

Song Cheng smiled at me, still warm and soft, the gloomy look just now was like a flashing hallucination: "I said, get to know each other again, start again. Share the difficulties together and keep going. Don't lie this time. OK?"

He stretched out his hand to me, and the light above his head fell directly on it, making the hand seem to come from the darkness and glow in my vision.

All the defense lines were easily broken, and the castle on the beach, swallowed by the waves, was slowly remodeled.

He said, "I'm Song Cheng, the city's city. Can you tell me your name?"

His eyes fell on the plate of shrimp that he had shelled and arranged neatly in front of him, so gentle, meticulous, and thoughtful.

I opened my mouth and found my voice in a dreamlike flutter:

"My name is Xu Junyan."

I am allergic to seafood.