Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life

In the evening of the next day, Song Yan, who was bored in City A, finally returned to City B angrily.

On the third night, before going to bed, Xia Lin suddenly received a multimedia message from Song Yan, which contained a blurry photo. It was taken in very dark light, but Xia Lin recognized it at a glance. It was a sneak shot of Yu Luotong's side profile. Face.

He only glanced at it, then silently deleted the photo.

After a while, Song Yan called and asked: "Xia Lin, did you see the photo I sent?" There was unsatisfactory excitement in his voice.

"Ah." Xia Linman responded and looked at his watch. At this point in time, the concert should be over.

"How about it, isn't it beautiful? Especially when he smiles, his eyes are bent like crescent moons in the sky, and those two little canine teeth, don't mention how cute he is."

"Hmm." Xia Lin clearly remembered that when Song Yanchu met Yu Luotong in his previous life, he also described him that way.

The power of love is so great that it can make a nervous boy become extremely emotional in an instant.

Song Yan didn't notice Xia Lin's indifference, and he was still talking to himself: "But can you imagine that such a cute girl is not a girl! My heart was broken when I first heard his voice. I plan to confess my love to him as soon as the concert is over!"

Xia Lin: "Oh."

"But he is actually a boy, I can't believe it!" Song Yan was already a little incoherent, "How can there be such a cute boy in the world, this is too unscientific!"

"Heh." Xia Lin thought to himself no matter how unscientific, you still can't miss it.

Song Yan finally noticed Xia Lin's indifference: "Xia Lin, aren't you in a bad mood?"

"Okay, just a little tired."

"I know, you really want to see this concert, right, but who made you aspire to be a top student? Are you feeling particularly depressed right now?"

"..." Xia Lin wondered why I was lost——no, I wasn't very lost.

"Don't worry, I bought a lot of ET accessories before the show, and I'll give you a few later."

Xia Lin actually didn't want it, and was thinking about how to refuse it.

However, Song Yan brought the topic back to Yu Luotong again, without any transition at all: "It's a pity, I forgot to ask him for his phone number, I didn't even ask for his name, I just took pictures of him secretly, I didn't even Say something to him!"

Xia Lin silently rolled his eyes. He really didn't want to tell Song Yan that he could see him again after school started—this is the so-called destiny.

"If there is nothing else, I will hang up first."

Xia Lin's indifference finally made Song Yan's feverish adrenaline gradually cool down.

He was silent for a moment, then asked: "Xia Lin, do you think I'm annoying?"

"No, I'm just tired." Xia Lin closed his eyes, his voice was filled with deep tiredness, "I've been doing simulation questions all night, and my brain cells are a bit overdrawn."

Song Yan's slight annoyance disappeared in an instant: "Isn't there still half a year left, why make it like this now. Too much brain cell overdraw will shorten your life, you have to pay attention to rest."

Xia Lin was a little surprised, it was rare to hear Song Yan nagging and admonishing others, because usually he was the one who was admonished.

Imagining the expression that the boy on the other end of the phone might have, Xia Lin curled the corners of his mouth unconsciously, but soon he realized that he was damn weak-willed again.

With a slight cough in embarrassment, Xia Lin's attitude returned to the previous indifference: "Got it. I have to get up early tomorrow, so I'll hang up first, good night."

"Oh, good night." Song Yan heard a beep coming from the other end, and hung up the phone belatedly.

At this time, he was standing alone in the empty square of the cultural and sports hall, and the crowd around him gradually dispersed. Although the carnival had ended, the hustle and bustle of the concert seemed to be still vivid in his memory.

However, at this moment, Song Yan felt a trace of loneliness in his heart, an indescribable loneliness.