[Quick Wear] Manual for Saving the Miserable Male Match

Song Ci'an took the crumbling flower that had been ravaged from Si Xingran's hand.

Si Xingran looked at Song Cian blankly, still silent.

Song Ci'an looked at Si Xingran, his eyes as soft as water, sweeping across Si Xingran's face, "I'm sorry, if you can't accept it, I can take a step back. But my love for you will not change, and I will wait until you can accept me. that day.”

Si Xingran was so confused that he hated and even hated Song Cian for coaxing him around like a fool. But the intense love surging in his heart told him that he liked this person.

He liked the person in front of him, whether it was An An who sweetly called him brother, Song Cian who did group homework with him, or Song Cian who deceived him but lowered his head and begged for his forgiveness.

He likes this person, only likes this person, likes every aspect and identity of this person.

Reason and emotion were like two monsters at the moment, desperately pulling Si Xingran in opposite directions, and every part of his body ached to the extreme.

The sun was still shining and the leaves were falling. Si Xingran was fighting a war without gunpowder in his heart in a place no one knew about.

"Sorry." If you listen carefully, you can see that Si Xingran's voice is trembling.

Song Ci'an looked at the gifts that had not yet been sent, and it was expected. He reached out and touched the flowers, lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Si Xingran's figure has disappeared into the crowd.

"Host, mission one has been completed." 001 said.

Song Ci'an responded softly.

"Host, what should we do now? Si Xingran won't shy away from you from now on, right?" 001 said.

Song Cian shook his head and said softly, "Give him some time."

"What if he still doesn't like you in the end?" 001 tilted his head and asked.

"Then respect him." Song Cian took out the handwritten letter placed in the middle of the bouquet, "I just have to complete the task well and protect him throughout his life."

"What if he marries a wife and has children?" 001 is determined to get the answer he wants.

Song Ci'an raised his feet and stayed away from the noisy crowd, "He will not have a wife, nor can he have children."

Song Ci'an is a time traveler, not a Ninja Turtle. He doesn't need cuckoldry, and the worst-case scenario is that the two of them will die alone together.

What's more, Si Xingran is already attracted to him, isn't he?

……

Less than half an hour after leaving home, Si Xingran ran back to the dormitory in panic, his heart beating like thunder, which made Si Xingran's head feel dizzy.

"Didn't you just go out? Why are you back?" Bai Yang threw away his phone, got out of bed, put on his slippers and came to Si Xingran's side. He was about to say a few words to make fun of him, but when he looked at Si Xingran's red eyes, his words were choked in his throat. Couldn't tell it.

"What's wrong?" Bai Yang said carefully, "Are An'an letting your pigeon go?"

"It's okay." Si Xingran seemed to feel a little embarrassed about crying, and hid his face in his arms, his voice sounded muffled.

If it were still good, at least it would be better than now. Si Xingran thought of Song Cian again, and suddenly punched the table hard.

"Let me choke you, Xingran, what's wrong with you?" Bai Yang sat on a chair nearby, his voice concerned, "Did something happen on the way to the present? Or is An An actually a P-picture monster, and he actually looks like Ugly, fat and frustrated?"

"No." Si Xingran retorted subconsciously.

"Ah? What's wrong?" Bai Yang was curious.

After a while, Si Xingran sniffed and said in a dull tone, "He doesn't have any photos."

"There's no P picture? Isn't that good?" Bai Yang was puzzled.

Si Xingran raised his head, wiped the tears on his face with both hands, looked at his carefully dressed clothes, and became angry, "Don't ask."

"Oh." Bai Yang said bitterly, "But are you okay? We've lived together for so long, and this is the first time I've seen you cry."

"Who is crying?" Si Xingran raised his voice, "I just had something in my eye, I didn't cry at all!"

"Okay, okay, you're not crying." Bai Yang quickly agreed.

What Si Xingran said was true. He did get something in his eye on the way back.

Perhaps Si Xingran was in a hurry while walking, and Si Xingran accidentally tripped over a pillar on the side of the road and staggered.

His ankle was sprained, and the dust on the ground was kicked up into his eyes.

Si Xingran rubbed his eyes for a long time, but it became more and more uncomfortable, and tears flowed out unconsciously. He thought of Song Ci'an inappropriately again, and all kinds of emotions surged into his heart in an instant, from feeling something stuck in his eyes to actually crying.

……

Si Xingran looked at the chat records between the two of them and found that they had not chatted since the last time they met. Inevitably, Si Xingran felt empty in his heart, as if something was missing.

For a whole month, Song Cian didn't contact him or come to class.

A whole month was enough for Si Xingran to see his feelings clearly, but there was always a hurdle in his heart.

Si Xingran was the kind of young master who was pampered and pampered. He was doted on by his family and always followed his wishes. The friends around him are also willing to take care of him, and always take the initiative to pass poles to him to find steps.

If there is any conflict, if there is any matter, it is always the one who is considered and taken care of. Song Cian's sudden failure to reply to messages made the young master feel flustered.

……

Si Xingran, who was sitting on the plane, felt a sense of suffocation. His heart was numb and sore, as if it was being tightly grasped and rubbed by a big invisible hand. It hurt so much that he wanted to cry.

The memory goes back to two hours ago.

"Are you asking Song Cian?" The person sitting in the office looked up from the computer. His face was covered with dark circles and fatigue, which was obviously caused by irregular work schedule and long overtime work.

"He took leave for a long time, it seemed like he took two months' leave." After verifying Si Xingran's information and confirming that the two were friends, Song Cian's instructor gave Song Cian's home address. "It seems there was a car accident."

As he spoke, the instructor rubbed his temples and was about to add something when he heard the office door being slammed shut.

"It seems that his father was in a car accident." The instructor added the last sentence silently.

After Si Xingran received the news from Song Ci'an, his whole body seemed to have lost its vitality. The blood in his heart seemed to have been drained, and it seemed to have stopped beating at a certain moment.

Si Xingran was so angry that he asked for leave from his instructor and bought the nearest air ticket.

Song Ci made his home in the south, half a country away from S. The clouds outside the window were filled with fairy air.

Si Xingran's eyes stared at a certain place, and then began to lose focus, and his vision became blurred.

He didn't look back until the flight arrival reminder sounded, his eyes filled with the sour feeling of overuse.

Following Song Cian's home address given by the instructor, Si Xingran took a taxi to a residential building.