Goddess she is always on top

Jiang Yan returned to the dormitory after many days. When Shen Zhihe saw her, he was stunned for a moment, and then rushed forward, with an angry expression on his face, and complained: "Where have you been! You don't reply to WeChat either!"

"Uh..." Jiang Yan choked. After she recovered her memory and opened WeChat, there were overwhelming messages. Secretary Liu only asked for leave for her but didn't say what it was. Some of her classmates who were a little closer to her all sent messages. Among them Shen Zhihe made the most calls, one voice call a day, and every time no one answered it, he hung up automatically.

Seeing so many messages swiping the screen, it would be a lie to say that she was not moved. She thought, in fact, there are people in this world who really care about her.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan smiled at her: "I had a car accident some time ago, and I have been in the recovery period, so I haven't contacted the outside world." The reason why she concealed the amnesia after being beaten for saving people was because she suddenly felt that saying this seemed to be moaning without illness, and Concussion and amnesia is a bit too strange. If she hadn't experienced it herself, she might not have believed it.

"What?! Let me see where the injury is!" Shen Zhihe pulled her arm to examine the wound, but was stopped by Jiang Yan, and she wrote lightly: "It's all right, everything is fine." What she said was like being received by someone. It's not like she's hurting.

"It's fine." Shen Zhihe was obviously relieved, and muttered: "I thought you couldn't bear to die for love, but now that you think about it, you're not so stupid."

After hearing her words, Jiang Yan suddenly remembered a conversation they had in one afternoon, and she asked: "Before you said...that I was a fan of the authorities, did you mean that she actually doesn't like me?"

Shen Zhihe didn't reply in a hurry, and stared at her quietly for a long time, so long that the other party wondered if there was something dirty on his face, then he heard her say quietly: "Do you see clearly now? "

What she said was ambiguous, and there was no other reason, because she was not sure whether Jiang Yan still had a crush on her ex, although she was surprised that the other party brought up this topic, but she still didn't know what kind of mood she had to bring it up .

Whether he wanted to sprinkle salt on the wound to fight poison with poison, or wanted to let go, Shen Zhihe hoped that the answer was the latter.

"..." Jiang Yan was silent for a moment, with a tense face, and the expression on his face was a bit dignified. Shen Zhihe didn't hurry to urge her to answer, but quietly waited for her answer. It took a long time for Jiang Yan's expression to gradually ease down.

"I used to think that if I like someone, it's enough to be nice to her, desperately...to be nice to her, but now I realize that maybe your love is too heavy for others."

"For people who don't like you, no matter how nice you are to her, the result will be the same. Feelings can't be forced... It's better to let her be free and let each other have a decent ending." When she said this, her voice was a little ethereal, like It came from a far away place, and only she knew it. This was the answer she got after thinking about it at home for a few days, and recalling the bits and pieces of the past.

There was no response for a long time, Jiang Yan couldn't help but look up at her, Shen Zhihe stared at her in a daze, she stretched out her hand and shook her in front of her, pulling her back to reality, Shen Zhihe said: "I just... How long does it take to think about it, and you will realize it.”

Jiang Yan chuckled lightly and didn't speak any more, but his mood became ethereal.

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On the third day after Jiang Yan left Ning Xi's new house, the assistant sent news that it was a newly built real estate in a prime location in the city center, and asked if Ning Xi had time to look at the house. After saying this, he hastily hung up the phone.

Her intuition told her that she didn't seem to need to change houses.

There has been no movement from Jiang Yan's side. There is no sign of re-friending or meeting again. The whole person seems to have disappeared out of thin air.

Ning Xi put the bag on the table casually, intending to go back to the room to change clothes, but accidentally glanced in the direction of the second bedroom, the door was ajar.

If she remembered correctly... that door hadn't been opened since Jiang Yan left, so she walked over and closed it.

Her footsteps came to a sudden stop, and Ning Xi turned around again to look at the door she had closed, hesitated for a few seconds, and stretched out her hand to open it.

The layout is still the same as before, without any movement.

But it always feels weird...

Ning Xi scanned around, and finally her eyes stopped on the easel by the window. There was only one wooden shelf left on the easel, and the drawing paper clipped on it before was gone. When she came in last time, she saw a sketch clipped on it .

The sketchbook on the table also disappeared, and some of the sketches I had seen before all disappeared. It was obvious that Jiang Yan had come and took them away.

What was left in the room were some irrelevant books, and the things about Jiang Yan seemed to have been erased by someone and no longer existed.

Ning Xi stood there in a daze. After a long time, her tightly frowned brows relaxed slightly, and then she sighed softly.

Turn around and leave the room, change clothes and go back to the living room, pull the bag on the table over, take out the contents, accidentally knocked something off, landed on the tiles with a ding and fell into the bottom of the table, Ning Xi bent I bent down to pick it up, and found a metal object from under the table, which was a key.

She didn't remember what key she had put on the table, and she didn't realize it was the key to the door until she took it out.

Except for Ning Xi, the only key in the house is Jiang Yan's.

The man returned the key to her.

It seems that this time he really made up his mind to leave her side.

Ning hoped to look at the key in her hand, she thought she should be happy, she should be happy, but there seemed to be something empty in her heart.

What a ghost, Ning Xi took a deep breath and threw the key into the drawer, opened the instant food he just bought and put it on the table to eat.

After eating, throw the disposable box into the trash can, and go out with the trash bag to throw the trash. The cleaning lady at the trash can at the end of the corridor is putting on a new bag. The cleaning lady smiled at her when she saw her: "Little girl, you look familiar. !"

Ning Xi thought it was someone who came out, so she smiled awkwardly, "Maybe I'm the face of the public."

Cleaning thought for a while, and said firmly: "Impossible! I must have seen you somewhere!"

Ning Xi didn't know what to say, so she hummed casually and turned around to go back, when she heard the sound of the cleaning staff flipping the paper behind her, she said, "Hey! Let me just say that I have a good memory. Is it you, little girl? ah?"

Being stopped by someone, Ning Xi had no choice but to turn around. Just as she was about to say something, she saw the sketch in Cleaning's hand, her expression was a little stagnant, "Auntie, can you show me this painting?"

"Okay." The cleaning handed her the painting, and Ning Xi saw the tilde in the lower right corner at a glance. It was drawn by Jiang Yan. She thought that the other party took the painting away, but she didn't expect to throw it away. She really said to do it.

Bao Jie muttered: "The painting is pretty, why throw it away."

"Auntie, where did you pick this up?" Ning Xi re-rolled the painting and handed it to her, but the cleaner didn't pick it up, but took out another stack of drawings placed in the corner of the cart, and pointed to the bag that was tied up just now. : "Hey, I just picked it up here, the painting is so good, it would be a pity to throw it away."

Among the stack of drawings, Ning Xi recognized a few of them, which were once placed on the easel, and are now discarded here by the owner.

Seeing the little girl staring at her own self-portrait, the cleaning lady was distracted, her expression was not natural, and her eyes were reddish. She was a little frightened and said, "Little girl, why are you crying? Auntie will return these papers to you. Don't cry." ,ah."

"..." Ning Xi came back to her senses, and subconsciously wanted to wipe away her tears, but found that there were no tears shed at all. Meeting the cleaning gaze, she said warmly, "No need."

"Hi! I'm sorry." Baojie stuffed all the drawings to her, "It's so beautiful, it's a pity to throw it away. If you don't want me, I'll sell it for scrap. It's only a few cents a catty. It's not worth it ah."

Ning Xi had no choice but to put away the stack of sketches in a daze, and the cleaner pushed the garbage truck away, muttering: "In the future, you can't throw away valuables, the trash can is dirty, not every time It can be taken back."

Ning Xi stared at the drawing in her arms. Was she feeling the same when she lost the drawing as when she threw away the things related to Jiang Yan?

X University’s graduation performance is scheduled to be held on June 18th. The venue is in the school’s auditorium. Jiang Yan sneaked into the auditorium from the backstage. There are familiar faces and strange faces, but there is no familiar face. .

She thought, Ning Xi would not come, after all, the other party also used an ambiguous tone when inviting her back then. Thinking about it carefully, it was just prevarication, but she took it seriously and laughed at her innocence again.

The school girl in charge of the backstage saw Jiang Yan standing there in a daze, and came over to talk to her: "Sister Jiang, it's time to put on makeup."

Jiang Yan came back to his senses, and nodded to Xuemei, "Okay."

"Come on, senior!" The junior made a gesture of encouragement. She had long heard that Senior Jiang's performance this time was a song she composed, played, sang and composed herself. She didn't know what style it would be.

……

Ning Xi thought that today was another day full of announcements, but when she first arrived at the company, Wei Feng told her that today was a day off. She still hadn't recovered from it, and Wei Feng reminded: "Today is Mr. Jiang's graduation performance, so don't go to see it. see?"

Jiang Yan had already reminded him of this matter two months ago. Although the person concerned forgot, he still dutifully fulfilled the instructions given by the BOSS. Ning Xi's eyes stayed on him for a second, He seemed to be thinking about the accuracy of his words, and in the end he said hello and left the company without saying anything.

It was a rare day off, and she didn't seem to be particularly in the mood to go to the graduation ceremony, so she hired a taxi to take her home.

The matter of the new house was finally forgot. Since Jiang Yan's attitude was very clear, she had no reason to move out. The house was rearranged according to her preferences, except for the second bedroom, which remained untouched.

Every time she goes home, she always feels that something is missing. Maybe it’s because the fireworks are less, and it’s back to tranquility. No one will greet her immediately when she opens the door to welcome her home, and there is no steaming meal to greet her. she.

Regarding the graduation ceremony, all Ning Xi could think of was the day she graduated from college. At that time, Ning Xi hadn’t become famous and didn’t need to worry about paparazzi’s candid shots. Jiang Yan bought a large bouquet of flowers for her, and she smiled brightly that day, as if She is the one who has experienced major events in life, and her classmate secretly took a photo of the two of them in the same frame and sent it to her.

Jiang Yan always thought that they didn't have a photo together, but in fact there was, but she didn't know it.

Opening that photo again, Ning Xi felt mixed emotions. What kind of mood did she have at that time?She no longer remembers.

What about Jiang Yan?Judging from the expression in the photo, he must be happy.

While staring at the screen in a daze, a call came in. Ning Xi saw the name on the screen, hesitated for a second, and connected the phone.

Calling the other party's name in a clear and shallow voice: "Cheng Chen."