After being reborn, the substitute turns into a green tea essence

The weather forecast was cloudy to cloudy, but it rained unexpectedly. Gu Ziyang was going to pick up the new car he ordered in the afternoon, and was invited by the principal to have dinner at home in the evening.

The place to pick up the car was far from Cen Luo's apartment, but it was quite close to the principal's house. Cen Luo didn't want Gu Ziyang to toss back and forth in such heavy rain, so he refused his invitation to pick up the car together.

Cen Luo ran into the corridor of the apartment. Although Gu Ziyang had moved the car as close to the corridor as possible, the rain could not be avoided when he got out of the car. Cen Luo's hair was half-wet in an instant, and his wet clothes showed his clear He turned his head, smiled sweetly and shouted at Gu Ziyang: "Brother Yangzi, be careful!"

"Okay, go upstairs and dry off quickly, don't freeze." Gu Ziyang said with a slight smile in his voice. He watched Cen Luo completely disappear from sight before starting the car and leaving.

As soon as Cen Luo entered, little Garfield ran towards him. Just as he knelt down and was about to rub the cat's head, his cell phone rang suddenly. Telephone.He hesitated for a moment, but finally picked it up. After all, when he moved away from Song Mohan's house, Song Mohan was not at home. When he thought that Song Mohan might still use him as a substitute with dirty hands and feet, he gave a slight snort.

"Hey, what's the matter? Is something missing?" Cen Luo didn't drag his feet, and threw out the words directly.

"Less." Song Mohan answered calmly, with a hint of a smile in his voice.

"Okay, tell me, what's missing?" Cen Luo frowned.

"you."

"..."

"Lolo, where are you now? I want to see you, I..."

Cen Luo interrupted: "Since there is nothing missing, please don't call me again."

Without waiting for a response from the other side, he directly threw another sentence in the past——

"Song Mohan, we're done." After finishing speaking, Cen Luo immediately hung up.

Song Mohan's chest suddenly seemed to have been poured with cold water. He first reflected that "I want" should be replaced with "I think".

In addition-

We're done.

We are over.

end what?what's over?

Shouldn't it be—isn't it an official start?

Holding the phone, Song Mohan immediately regained his confidence, and dialed back to Cen Luo, but the other party pressed down one after another. On the last call, Song Mohan found himself hacked by Cen Luo.

He stared at the phone, always with a proud face, as dazed as a child who had been left behind.

No, Cen Luo couldn't give up on him, he didn't have time to give him anything.

Suddenly, his heartbeat accelerated violently, and he hurriedly opened the WeChat dialog box. Cen Luo should not have blocked his WeChat so quickly, and he couldn't wait to type: "My memory has basically recovered. Jiang Shaohan and I have nothing at all. No, you are not a substitute, you have always been the one in my heart."

Cen Luo sneezed. Before he could change his clothes, he was harassed by Song Mohan for several consecutive phone calls. Normally, he would not pull black people easily. After all, this kind of thing is only done by temper tantrums. ...

He feels he is not.

At this moment, the phone rang again, and he glanced at the WeChat that popped up, his body froze, and he froze in place.

This sentence is like a bomb, directly overturning his previous cognition.

Song Mohan was eager to express his attitude, his deep eyes were filled with persistence, and he said: "Please believe me, everything is a misunderstanding, please give me a chance to explain."

After 2 minutes, Song Mohan fell into a terrible silence before he could wait for Cen Luo's reply.Cen Luo couldn't see his seriousness now, couldn't see the calmness in his eyes, he didn't evade at all now, and there wasn't even a trace of lying.

Cen Luo couldn't see him, and he also couldn't see Cen Luo's expression now...

no!It's so uncomfortable!

"Lolo, I want to see you." This time he used "want" instead of "want".

Less than a minute after this message was sent, Song Mohan's cell phone rang, and it was Cen Luo's call.

His falcon-like eyes fixed on the mobile phone were extremely bright for an instant. At this moment, he felt that he was not far from happiness. He picked it up quickly, his hands still trembling.

"Lolo..."

"I believe."

Two voices sounded simultaneously.

After a while, Cen Luo sighed softly.

This sigh was heavy and heavy, instantly interrupting all of Song Mohan's intense emotions, like a signal that pierced straight into his nerves.

and many more.

Something is wrong.

This reaction was completely different from what Song Mohan had expected. He suddenly became flustered. The previous feeling of joy floating in the clouds disappeared instantly, and a bone-piercing chill rushed directly from his spine to his brain.

"Luo Luo, can you say it face to face?" Song Mohan controlled his emotions as much as possible, and he gripped the phone tightly.

"Okay." Cen Luo quickly answered.He knew Song Mohan's personality, and he would not give up until he saw him. Although Song Mohan didn't know where he lived today, he would find him one day. Besides, he was still in school, so he could run away like a monk but couldn't run away from the temple.

Cen Luo's "good" should be very pleasant, but for some reason, Song Mohan has a sense of foreboding.

They made an appointment at a coffee shop near University A. The location was chosen by Cen Luo, just two steps away from the apartment.The rain had stopped, and Cen Luo didn't change his clothes, but he was almost done.

"Ah~" He sneezed, and when he looked up, Song Mohan, who was busy in the world, was already in front of him.

Cen Luo took out a tissue and wiped his nose, said lightly: "Sit down." Then he took a sip of Flatwhite, ordered another cup of coffee in front of him, "I bought it for you."

There is no kindness and righteousness in communication, and the basic upbringing cannot be lost. Besides, it is a good thing for Song Mohan to recover his memory anyway.

Because of the heavy rain just now, there was no business in the coffee shop. At this moment, except for a barista and a waiter, there were only the two of them. As soon as Cen Luo finished speaking, the air was completely silent.

Song Mohan gave Cen Luo a complicated look, then pulled out his chair and sat down.

"Song Mohan, if you want to say something else, just say it."

"Lolo, you just said that you believe, you mean—" Song Mohan had been thinking about this question all the way, but he couldn't figure it out, and it even made him extremely hesitant to speak now.

"Song Mohan, I believe in you, but the matter of the substitute is over." Cen Luo's tone was very gentle, and he spoke unhurriedly.

The sound was actually very nice, but when it fell to Song Mohan's ears, it sounded like a violent bell, shaking his brain to buzz, and he couldn't tell if it was the sequelae of a concussion at this moment.

No, no, it really shouldn't be like this.

This is completely different from what he imagined!

Cen Luo was too calm, as if he was completely relieved, as if even if the misunderstanding of the substitute was resolved, it would no longer be able to cause any waves in his heart.

This discovery made Song Mohan even more panicked.

"No, you didn't really believe it."

"Song Mohan, I really believe that one size fits all, no matter how you treated me before, but at this moment I really believe you, because I believe that I will come to see you."

Song Mohan swallowed with difficulty, his peach blossom eyes blinked and blinked quickly, his mind was running fast, but he didn't know what to say, he just knew that things couldn't continue like this.

"Anyway, it's been—"

"Lolo, since you believe it, why do you have this attitude? Don't you want to know what's going on? I met you a long time ago, and you were the only one from the beginning to the end." Song Mohan pursed his lips, unable to bear it He kept interrupting the polite and distant words of the person in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice.

"What do you want to hear?" Cen Luo frowned. He had already chosen to believe it. He didn't understand what kind of answer Song Mohan wanted to get from himself.

Song Mohan couldn't help but took a deep breath.

The chandelier above the head is dangling the sparkling tassel pendant, and the projection just falls on the table, swinging and swinging as if it will never stop.

He was silent for a long time, until Cen Luo was about to get up and leave, he suddenly opened his mouth.

"I want you to come home with me."

This is no different from what I said at the hot pot restaurant before, so I went back again.

Cen Luo was too lazy to listen, but Song Mohan continued: "I met you many years ago. On a rainy day, do you still remember what you said to me? You said you liked me. Cen Luo, although it's a bit late, But I want to tell you that I like you too, I like you very much, I fell in love with you the first time I saw you."

The emotions in his eyes were mottled and obscure, so complex that it was difficult to recognize, only the light in the middle was consistent.

"Cen Luo, I said I like you."

This man who has always been proud and never told anyone that he likes him finally let go of his pride and frankly admitted his truest feelings. He said 'like' several times in a row.

"So let's stay together, shall we?"

However, when Cen Luo heard this, he paused slightly, and said calmly, "But, I don't like you anymore."

A light sentence, but like a huge boulder weighing a thousand catties, it hit Song Mohan hard in the heart.

The two were sitting face to face, very close, and the light was bright, but Song Mohan felt that there was a thick layer of mist between him and Cen Luo, and he couldn't see his face clearly, let alone his expression.

"what did you just say?"

Song Mohan asked in a daze, but soon shook his head, stared at Cen Luo, and denied every word, "I don't believe it."

How could Cen Luo say that he didn't like it if he didn't like it?

Cen Luo was only disappointed with him because of the substitute, but the misunderstanding has been resolved. He must be still angry, but it is absolutely impossible that he doesn't like it!

Song Mohan narrowed his eyes slightly, and quickly searched for evidence in his mind, but his brain, which was usually as precise and accurate as a machine, was now in a mess, which even made him a little incoherent.

"You came to see me, isn't it the best proof that you care about me, doesn't it?"

Having said that, he seemed like a traveler floating on the sea suddenly found a piece of driftwood, and repeated eagerly: "You care, otherwise you wouldn't be able to come to see me." He grabbed Cen Luo's wrist.

"Let go first." Cen Luo pushed Song Mohan's hand away, with a trace of helplessness on his bright and handsome face, "I do care about this, but I think anyone would care if I were in another place." Cen Luo admitted gently .

Frankly speaking, after knowing that I am not someone's substitute, it would be a lie to say that there is no fluctuation in my heart.

But this is normal, although this is not the main reason why he chose to separate, but no one wants to be a substitute.If this is a misunderstanding, then at least it proves that he did not live in vain in his previous life, and he is not a joke in everyone's eyes.

In fact, he thanked Song Mohan for telling him about this matter. He did make a comeback, but only in his previous life.In this life, his life trajectory has changed a lot. In fact, feelings are the result of natural development. He just wants to follow his heart at the moment.

Cen Luo continued mildly: "These are not important anymore."

Song Mohan interrupted him almost immediately: "I will treat you well in the future, or you can ask me for anything you want, and I will do it." Song Mohan is actually not used to saying such sincere soft words. A few simple words were already very difficult to say, but his eyes were very serious, completely different from the mood and attitude he used to beg for peace.He himself knew deeply that he was sincerely lowering his figure.

After hearing this, Cen Luo fell silent, his eyes moved, and he didn't know what else to say.

And Song Mohan had been watching his expression closely, trying hard to distinguish a little emotion, so he didn't speak.

The atmosphere instantly became very quiet, so quiet that it was abnormal.

After a long time, Cen Luo pursed his lips and let out a low, low sigh.

"I liked you once, I really liked you at the beginning, so I know that true liking is not like this." He shook his head slightly, and continued—

"So Song Mohan, you - you don't really like me."