deep love

Shi Qingqiu drove the car very fast, and he didn't know how long it took to get there, anyway, he put the car away and went to the study.

She has no time to change shoes, change clothes, only the diary is on her mind.

Wen Qinghan wrote a diary for seven years, which contained all the past that Shi Qingqiu wanted to know.

When Wen Qinghan confessed to the diary before, Shi Qingqiu didn't intend to read that diary.Because I feel that I can't help but feel distressed when I see the past, and I can't help but tell Wen Qinghan.

But Wen Qinghan said, if you read it, don't let her know.

Only then did Shi Qingqiu stop thinking about it, and only thought about giving her all the good things in the days to come, making up for the past, making her happy, satisfying, and happy.

But today, Shi Qingqiu wanted to know those pasts, and after Jian Yizhi told Wen Qinghan's thoughts, she wanted to know those pasts.

If you want to know how many years Wen Qinghan has been hiding, how many years she has read, and when she has accumulated feelings that allow her to imagine for herself so reticently, even if it is against her will, she must first Consider yourself.

Shi Qingqiu found the diary from the drawer, it was not in the same place as when he first came here, Wen Qinghan still kept the habit of writing a diary.

The diary is very thick, and the margins are a bit swollen, which is due to years of use, but the white cover is not stained, which shows how much Wen Qinghan loves it.

Shi Qingqiu sat on the chair, held the diary and took a deep breath, and after a while, carefully opened the first page.

Wen Qinghan's familiar Gang Jun font came into view, it was when they first entered university.

There was only one simple sentence that day: "I like her, I'm sure."

Shi Qingqiu couldn't help laughing, she really echoed her old cadre style, which was bland and direct.

Many days passed between the following dates, but Shi Qingqiu couldn't smile anymore, and his nose became sour.

"There is another girl next to her, and that girl loves to laugh just like her. When they are together, she will be happier than the last minute, and she will be happier than when I am with me. This is very good. I do If I can't do it, someone else should do it for me."

It seems that the Wen Qinghan of that time appeared in front of my eyes, the wind was light and the clouds were calm, I was free to come and go, I never said much, my eyes seemed to be filled with a sea, I couldn't see through, I couldn't see clearly.

Shi Qingqiu couldn't help biting her lip, and continued to read.

"We haven't had a good conversation for a few days. I really want to talk to her a few more words, talk about the weather these days, and talk about how my parents have recently become addicted to computer games. But I can't seem to find it. If you have the opportunity to speak up, forget it."

The handwriting of the last full stop is a little blurred, as if the tip of the pen stayed for a while, and then slowly rounded up.

The sentence "forget it", made Wen Qinghan, who is cold by nature, so hesitant, Shi Qingqiu's heart ached without warning, and his eyes turned red.

She didn't even remember what she was doing at that time, in short, there was no Wen Qinghan in the picture in that memory.

They rarely saw each other during that time, and when they met, they just said hello and left.

"She asked me out today, and I knew I shouldn't have said yes, I shouldn't have approached her, but I wanted to see her, and I couldn't help it. She introduced the girl to me formally, and she said 'this is my girlfriend'. When she is speaking, there seems to be light in her eyes, and this is what I want to see the most, so it doesn't matter if it's not me."

Shi Qingqiu's eyes were covered with mist, and through the mist, she saw that the lower part of the page had been soaked in water, like a drop of water dripping, and a faint black ink was wiped away around it.

There was a picture in front of her eyes, Wen Qinghan wiped away the tears in a hurry, not even noticing that her hands were stained with ink.

With trembling hands, she turned page by page, read page by page, and read the diary that Wen Qinghan only wrote every few days or weeks.In other words, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a weekly diary.

"She doesn't need me in her life at all. That girl did a lot of things for her that I wanted to do but couldn't do. If I were given a chance, I would also like to make milk for her and lie down with her Talking on the grass, just the two of us. However, there are no ifs in this world."

"I miss her so much, I can take it, I know I can take it."

"She cried, the first time I saw her cry, because the girl disappeared. I don't know why that person didn't want her, I wanted to comfort her, I wanted to hug her, I wanted to be her armor to protect her. But I didn't hold her, I didn't know how to comfort her, I didn't know how to tell her I wanted to protect her."

"I want to give it a try, to hug her."

Shi Qingqiu suddenly closed the diary and hugged it in his arms, tightened the hand holding the notebook, his eyes were sore and swollen, tears gushed like springs, and his cheeks were full of tears.

She covered her mouth, but the choked sound still came out from between her fingers: "Wen Qinghan, how could you hide it from me for so long? How could you hide it from me for so long..."

She thought it started when they graduated, maybe on a certain day when they met, or maybe on a certain day when they went home and the two families reunited, Wen Qinghan's mind began to be different from before.

But she never expected that Wen Qinghan saw her getting acquainted with Qi Yue and seeing them together, she even introduced Qi Yue's identity in front of Wen Qinghan.

That knife was pierced in Wen Qinghan's heart by herself.

She hugged the diary tightly with tears in her eyes, and couldn't get rid of what she read just now. Every page was about her, and every page was Wen Qinghan's deep affection hidden under her indifferent appearance.

Shi Qingqiu cried until her eyes ached, she couldn't stop her tears, and her whimpering continued in the quiet study.

Her head hurts, and she didn't know how long she had been crying. She took out her mobile phone and dialed Wen Qinghan's number.

Unexpectedly, Wen Qinghan quickly picked it up, it was very quiet over there, and her voice was extremely reassuring: "Qingqiu, why haven't you slept yet?"

Shi Qingqiu sniffed, tears fell down again, and said with a suppressed cry: "I can't sleep, I miss you."

Suddenly there was a rustling sound on Wen Qinghan's side, and then, as usual, she easily sensed Shi Qingqiu's emotion: "I'll go back right away, you wait for me."

Only then did Shi Qingqiu think of the sound just now, as if getting up from the bed, she choked up and stopped: "Stop for me, lie back!"

It was quiet over there, and after a few seconds, Wen Qinghan said softly, "Lie down."

Shi Qingqiu continued to give orders: "Cover the quilt!"

Wen Qinghan said: "It's covered." Then she paused, and said in a low voice: "Don't cry, I care about the house, and I will go back tomorrow."

Shi Qingqiu burst into tears, and when he heard Wen Qinghan's comfort, he burst into laughter, "Baby Wen, why are you so annoying..."

"Tell me, why are you crying all of a sudden?" This is what Wen Qinghan cares most about now.

Shi Qingqiu pinched the diary, twitched his nose again, and said half-truthfully, "Because you didn't come home on time tonight, I dreamed that you didn't want me anymore, leaving me alone..."

"No." Wen Qinghan's tone was much heavier, as if he got up from the bed again, as if he didn't know how to reassure her, so he had to repeat it again: "You believe me, I won't."

"I know you won't." Shi Qingqiu wiped his eyes, feeling that the eyes were swollen and painful, "I was just having a dream, I couldn't help it all at once. Don't get up, don't move, just lie down."

Wen Qinghan's gentle voice came out of the phone: "I'm not moving, you have a good sleep, you'll see me tomorrow, I'll sleep with you, I'll hang up when you fall asleep."

"Don't." Shi Qingqiu blinked, drove away the tears, and urged her: "I'm sleepy now, let's hang up the phone and sleep together."

Wen Qinghan said softly: "Okay, good night."

"Good night."

After hanging up the phone, Shi Qingqiu was still sitting on the chair, curled up into the back of the chair, motionless.

She was feeling sorry for Wen Qinghan just because of the excuse of crying just now, how could she not believe it, how could she have doubts because of a dream, that sincere heart was held in her arms.

This night, Shi Qingqiu never closed her eyes until the sky was dimly lit, she was so tired that even her eyelids seemed to be as heavy as lead.

She went back to her room, took a shower, and took a nap for a few hours, trying to regain her energy.But when she woke up, she unfortunately found that her eyes were slightly black and her eye sockets were swollen.

She checked the time and called Jian Yizhi.

At this moment, Jian Yizhi was at the airport, far away from the farewell crowd, her phone vibrating in her trousers pocket.

"Qingqiu, happy birthday." Jian Yizhi's brows were filled with joy, and her tone was very cheerful, "I just told Ice Cube Jing once this morning, just in time, and I will tell you again."

Shi Qingqiu sighed, "Is she still at your house?"

Jane replied: "No, I have come out, of course she is not here. I came to the airport to deliver a bomb, she went to the law firm to inspect the work, and when I went back later, she went to find you."

Shi Qingqiu gave a "hmm", thought for a while, and asked, "Can you come back from the airport now? Let's meet."

Jian Yizhi glanced at her watch, then looked in the direction of Qi Yue, who was saying goodbye to her classmates with a decent smile.

Jian Yi smiled and said, "Okay, I don't have anything to do anyway."

She knew that after last night, Shi Qingqiu might have something to say or something to ask.In short, it must be all about Wen Qinghan.

They met at the coffee shop, Shi Qingqiu tied up her long hair, wore glasses, and her makeup couldn't hide all the fatigue.

Jian Yi saw her in the corner at a glance. Even if she is not as dazzling as the one under the camera, her outstanding temperament and beautiful profile are very easy to be locked out of the crowd instantly.

"Qingqiu, what's your situation? Your eyes are swollen like something." Jian Yizhi sat down opposite her while unbuttoning her.

"It's okay, I'll just touch up my makeup later." Shi Qingqiu narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a little pain in his eyes.

Jian Yizhi didn't ask any more questions, and said to her: "I have successfully completed the task you entrusted to me, and I can't talk about other things. Qinghan, as long as it is related to you, I don't care about it." Whoever it is, she won't listen to what she says. So, just see what to do with her."

"What can I do?" Shi Qingqiu laughed, "I can't think of anything other than scolding her now."

In addition to scolding, I also want to bite.She bit her as long as she cried last night, and the biting made her remember well, thinking about what was wrong.

Jane just laughed and didn't answer.

Shi Qingqiu asked: "During college, Qinghan had the habit of writing a diary, did you know about this?"

Jane shrugged her shoulders, "I know it, because she is very careful when she writes this, and never let people get close. I only occasionally saw her writing furtively, so I guessed that it was probably a diary. She never mentioned it. And it's well hidden."

Shi Qingqiu said with a smile: "You pay attention very carefully."

"Isn't that so?" Jane Yizhi became interested, "Sometimes when I see her writing, I just want to care about her. I'm bored like something all day long. One day I will get bored. Who knows, I'll turn around She hid it as soon as she was in the body, and she didn't answer when I asked her, I was really convinced."

"Is it……"

Shi Qingqiu turned his head to look out of the window, as if he saw that girl with a cold outline writing something with her back straight.

The dormitory is so noisy, there are people talking about movies, TV shows, and gossips, and there is only one clean place left, no one disturbs.

There is something wrong with her writing posture, as if she is protecting a precious thing from prying eyes.No one approached her, no one approached her, and no one noticed her.

Even so, she still didn't slack off, fearing that the secrets hidden deep in her heart would be exposed to the sun.

Outside the window, passers-by talking and laughing, and withered leaves falling, Shi Qingqiu suddenly felt heartbroken.