After seeing Ji Yanzhou on the set that day, Song Wenting never met him again on set for half a month. There is even less possibility of meeting in private, just like the third and first floor of the high school separated from east to west.

At times, she felt that the reunion was like a dream.

Like the scene have dreamed of many times, he is always far away, untouchable and invisible.

Song Wenting forced himself to re-invest in his ordinary, trivial days.

During the period, she met her roommate Yu Qianqian in the guqin performance she attended in Beijing. Although they were in the same dormitory and were students of the folk music department, they had different majors. ten people.

Musical instruments are small, and they are large-scale musical instruments native to the nation. Therefore, in the intangible cultural heritage exhibition activities, the organizer occasionally invites Konghou players to participate. This time Yu Qianqian went with the teacher in her group.

When the two of them were about to end the show, they met each other backstage at the event. After being shocked, they were full of excitement and excitement.

But because the car that Song Wenting contacted was already waiting outside, she rushed back to Jiangluan City again, so there was no more greetings, and the two exchanged the latest contact information and said goodbye.

Now, after two weeks, Yu Qianqian sent a request to meet.

"Song Song, here."

Song Wenting looked up and saw Yu Qianqian sitting by the window, with heavy makeup and long curly hair scattered to her shoulders, she was a beauty with a thick face. Dressed stylishly and delicately, the oversized earrings hang down to the side of the face, floating slightly with the smile.

It doesn't seem to have changed much from college.

"Long time no see." Song Wenting gave a rare big smile, showing that the encounter was pleasing to her.

"Little Song Song, why are you still so beautiful?" The moment she sat down, Yu Qianqian leaned over and took a closer look, "You're not fat at all! You don't even have dark circles under your eyes!"

She then began to complain about the hard life after graduation. She joined a folk band and went around every city to hold performances. She couldn't sleep well all day, and her hair fell out of the way, so she had to perm and curl her hair.

Song Wenting laughed and hurriedly comforted her: "I often have trouble sleeping. When I don't sleep well, I just listen to the music and drink tea. When I feel sleepy, I go back to make up for it."

After chatting for a while, Yu Qianqian motioned her to order food. This is also known as a western restaurant. They also made appointments a few times when they were in college, and they ordered a few common dishes.

"Do you still like to listen to music and drink tea?" Yu Qianqian jokingly followed what she said just now, "You really haven't changed, you still look like a light-hearted little Bodhisattva, obviously younger than us."

The three words "Little Bodhisattva" made Song Wenting stunned.

I don't know who called the nickname first in the dormitory, and then I don't know when it was spread. Everyone who knows her in the whole hospital knows that she is called the cold "little Buddha" of the folk music department. Knowing that they are not malicious, Song Wenting doesn't care, just to block some unnecessary pursuits for her.

Later, the nickname spread to Ji Yanzhou's ears, and he followed the words of a senior, and his eyes fell on her next to him.

The incandescent lamp shade of the school concert hall came down, Song Wenting was wearing light makeup, her face was clear and soft, and when she was talking to someone, her lips had a slight smile as always, she was wearing a blue long gown, and she was holding a dark brown Guqin.

She noticed Ji Yanzhou's gaze, so she turned her head to look over. Immediately, the lightness seemed to fall into a gulp of spring water, and she was swayed and swayed. One second before she showed shyness and panic, she hid.

But the boy didn't let her go, pressing his body to keep getting closer.

The backstage is often crowded with students who are about to perform, but their side seems to be cut off, creating a side that is absolutely undisturbed and quiet.

"Little Bodhisattva?" His voice was slightly hoarse, and the end of his eyes was hooked with a little playfulness.

Song Wenting never felt at this moment that this nickname was so embarrassing.

"Don't shout." She pursed her rosy lips, but her voice was not intimidating, but rather like a spoiled child.

"Why are you yelling?" Ji Yanzhou laughed when he heard the words, with a naturally reckless attitude, he stared at Song Wenting's pristine cheeks, "If you allow others, you won't be allowed to call you that? There's no such thing. , Little Bodhisattva."

The pressure of the words is very low, especially on the last voice of Little Bodhisattva, and the ending tone contains a bit of deliberate teasing and seduction.

Song Wenting's ears were hot.

It was the fourteenth day she promised to pretend to be Ji Yanzhou's girlfriend. He occasionally played such jokes, but when there were others present.

Of course, the acting must have the audience.

"Hey, I heard that Ji Yanzhou has returned to China." Yu Qianqian glanced at Song Wenting's expression and continued tentatively, "You guys..."

"Please use it slowly." After being interrupted by the serving waiter, he lost that courage.

Although Yu Qianqian didn't want to remember those broken things at that time, the scars should be exposed to the sun, which may be fast.

"Yao Qing also returned to the mountains." Yu Qianqian's eyes were disgusted.

Song Wenting's expression changed, and there was a chill between his brows.

"Song and Song, if she came to you, remember to call the police." Yu Qianqian could not help but show Yao Qing, who was also a roommate.

Internal quietness, obedient, did not expect to make unlimited things such as a dormitory candid photo of privacy photos.

Song Wenting was the victim, but fortunately, things were revealed before the photos were leaked by her.

Later, Yao Qing dropped out of school and soon disappeared into their sight.

This happened suddenly, and the end was more rapid.

No one except a few people and schools in the bedroom knew that the school statement only said that Yao Qing voluntarily dropped out of school due to physical reasons.

But Song Wenting knows that this thing is a small dot on the big ring, and the real devil is at the end of the ring.

"However, how was she discovered? Who discovered her and sent me a report." Song Wenting frowned, "Both you and Shu Ying denied it at the time."

After receiving the report, Song Wenting immediately grabbed Yao Qing's mobile phone. As if she knew that the matter had been exposed, she did not resist, and immediately apologized with tears in her eyes.

Song Wenting pulled out a private photo of herself when she was changing clothes that she just took from her mobile phone.

Can't remember what was said at the time, but Song Wenting will always remember that it was the first time she was shaking with anger.

"It's not us." Yu Qianqian pondered, "I guessed it was Ji Yanzhou."

She said and raised her eyes: "I thought he was your boyfriend at the time, the family is big, it's not easy to help you. Coupled with the inexplicable voluntary withdrawal of Yao Qing later, it's hard not to say that there is a certain force. Pressure. But..." Yu Qianqian paused, "Your relationship is actually fake!!"

As if bringing up some kind of emotions, Yu Qianqian took a bite of a cow and bite: "I have been a whole year's CP is actually be !!!"

After venting, she lamented again: "Although you have been apologizing for three years, I still want to say, the Song and Song Divine Bodhisattva, you are really cruel !!"

Song Wenting: "Huh?"

"Everyday facing Ji Yanzhou's burst face, she was unhappy." Yu Qianqian admired, "It is a big thing."

Slowly poking at the salad on the plate, Song Wenting gently shook his head: "No."

"What is nothing?"

Song Wenting covered his face: "I didn't lose heart."

"what?"

Like suddenly waiting for the favorite TV series, this is not a scam, but she said she is a voluntary entry.

This TM is not exciting.

Yu Qianqian's eyes flashed: "After asking for three years, you all said that the two of you are just a cooperative relationship, and you have no interest in him. How can you admit it?"

The recent reunion flooded into my mind, Song Wenting laughed: "Because, I think it's okay to admit it."

Now she dares not to ask for extravagance, and she has lost her expectations, just a youthful past.

Song Wenting: "Anyway, it's over."

From the restaurant, the lantern was on the outside.

Xia Nan was studying in the orchestra recently, and Song Wenting didn't ask her to pick him up.

So she planned to take the subway.

Transfer from Line 3 to Line 6, passing through Nan'an University and many tourist attractions. The most famous of which is PwC. She had to enter the foot of her birthday to invite Ji Yanzhou to play together.

However, due to the embarrassing relationship between the two, he still did not say that he had to go with Shen Heqing.

Xu Shi met his old friend today, which brought back many memories from the past. Song Wenting was immersed in it all the way, from the few meetings he met with Ji Yanzhou in high school, to the joy of seeing him in college, and then to his proposal to pretend to be there. The complicated feelings together, to the final breakup.

They broke up, did not meet, did not say a word, and no one even mentioned it.

When it comes to being together, the two of them agreed, and they broke up automatically.

There is no need to say a farewell relationship.

Song Wenting had a lonely face, and walked from the zebra crossing to the other side of the street, opposite a small night market, bustling and bustling.

Youhuan did not belong to her, walked across the alley, and the noise fell behind her.

Who knew that before entering the community, a red car suddenly came down and soon approached her.

"Where are you going?"

Song Wenting frowned, and turned to face Zhang Jin's featureless face.He seemed to have waited for a long time, a lot of cigarette butts fell beside the car, and the strong smell of smoke almost made Song Wenting nauseous when he approached.

She didn't want to entangle with him, so she continued.

But Zhang Jin blocked her way with a stride: "Song Wenting, I'll say it again, don't be shameless."

He was like a flower cock that showed off with only a little capital, fiddled with the golden chain with thick thumbs on his wrist, and raised his hand to press the supercar on the side of the road.

"Who are you?" Song Wenting raised her beautiful eyes, but it was a pity that they were full of indifference.

Zhang Jin's thin face showed an exaggerated smile: "Okay, I will not know me for less than half a month when I go to Yushi?"

Song Wenting didn't listen to what he said, and remained indifferent: "Please go back if you have nothing to do."

Zhang Jin bit the fangs and bite, and his thin body stepped forward.

Song Wenting followed suit and took a step back.

Zhang Jin gritted his teeth: "Don't play with me what to escape. Now, if you don't have a little bit of appearance, how long do you think you can jump?"

Zhang Jin was soft-tempered at the beginning, but after touching the hard rock of Song Wenting many times, he realized that she was not soft-tempered.

"Oh."

Song Wenting didn't want to say another word, so he turned around and left.

Zhang Jin stretched out his hand, but before he could reach her cuff, Song Wenting's cold voice came: "One more step, I'm calling the police."

Zhang Jin looked at her beautiful face, and resisted the burst of mouth, and he slowly followed: "Do you really don't care about this house?"

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Zhang Jin: "There is no attitude of discussing at all, right?"

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Zhang Jin: "Okay, then you will move me out tomorrow."

Song Wenting paused slightly: "If it's a negotiation to sell this house to me, then I'd like to reward my face."

"Sold it to you." Zhang Jin, "Unless you promise me."

It was self-evident to promise him anything, Song Wenting did not hesitate at all, and directly entered the gate of the community.

Under the warm yellow street light opposite the door, a low -key pure black car looks like a dormant monster, waiting for a hard blow.

The rear car is put on the lower half of the arm, the white is slender, and the back of the hand protrudes a few blue tendons lined with white skin. The half -face hidden in the shadow was hidden in dangerous signals under the segmentation of light and shadow.

Zhou Chen bought some antipyretic medicine from the pharmacy, and took the door to the cab, and passed a few packets of medicines to Ji Yanzhou.

"Eat two capsules after meals." Zhou Chen looked serious, "Doctors suggest that it is best to go to the hospital."

"Okay." His arm was retracted, but Ji Yanzhou stared at the figure, "Go to check him."

"Who? Check?" Zhou Chen looked at him along his sight, and a red supercar of a handicon grew away from the opposite side of the road.

He was too late to think about it. In the back row, Ji Yanzhou took the medicine and said a license plate number: "Give me information tomorrow morning."

His voice was hoarse and was the symptoms of fever.

"Okay." Zhou Chen looked at him with a worried look, proposed, "Why did you guide the wine bureau?"

The sight fell to that community, and until a lamp was on, Ji Yanzhou retracted his eyes, dumbly: "Um."