ABO Plum Green

Song Yuyang had this disapproving look when he was studying, and he was only a little human when he provoked beautiful people or when he was serious about studying.

Since Qu Shi'an chose to inherit the Qu family's property, he is naturally the same professional as Song Yuyang.Undergraduate in University A, and went abroad to study a master's degree.

Because he has always had a good temper in front of Song Yuyang, and the two of them are almost inseparable, plus Song Yuyang's usual behavior.

After a long time, it is inevitable that there will be some gossip.

The most common saying is that Qu Shi'an came to accompany the prince to study.

In fact, the 15 Song families stacked together are not half of the Qu family.

Therefore, this kind of speculation sounds very ridiculous. It can only be said that Qu Shi'an's usual style is really low-key and weird.

Later, in the end, many people in the school actually thought so, but most of them still thought that they should have similar family backgrounds, at most Song Yuyang liked to play more, and because he was young and handsome, he seemed to be generous.

The reason for the gossip was that Qu Shi'an was always very easy to talk to in front of Song Yuyang.

The random speculation ended because Qu Shi'an seldom responded to other people's teasing, and he was so cold that he seemed to be called to support the underworld.

It was probably in the third year of junior year. Once, Young Master Song played outside all night, but he had an exam the next day.

If he lived in a school dormitory, he would definitely have to find another place to spend the night, but it was a good thing, he had never lived in a dormitory since high school, and had always lived in a house outside his own.

Song Yuyang has a good habit, in order to avoid trouble, he never brings back the person who is dating or has already got his hands back to the place where he really lives.

Only Qu Shi'an knew where he usually lived.

If you love to play, you love to play. In terms of drinking capacity, food is indeed food, but Song Yuyang is still thinking about the exam after all.

When I first started drinking, I called Qu Shi'an.

In fact, Qu Shi'an finished his mother's review early, and he didn't miss many classes in class. In addition, the teacher marked the key points a week and a half in advance, so he just memorized them by rote.

At that time, Wang Ci was not a serious manager Wang, but a deputy manager. He had notified him in advance, so he was not so concerned about Song Yuyang's outrageous behavior that would make public news.

It's just that people still have to be present.

Qu Shi'an squeezed into the bar with three professional course books and a laptop - reading in the private room.

In fact, I wanted Wang Ci to buy a flashlight, but the lighting in the bar was too outrageous, illuminating every book colorfully.

Later, he was also embarrassed, so he used the flashlight that came with his mobile phone to make do with it.

After watching it for half the night, under the brilliance of knowledge, I waited for Wang Ci to inform me that Song Yuyang's fragment was available, and I could pick it up.

Unexpectedly, Song Yuyang's fragments were fragments, and he also clamored to see him. Apart from saying that he wanted to see him, everything else he said was like Martian.

There are two Qu Shi'an familiar on the deck, and two smiles formatted so that one can tell at a glance that they are either from the atmosphere group or they are here to rub cards.

Song Yuyang is also very picky.

Seeing him coming, these people smiled and voluntarily moved out of the way.

Young Master Song patted the seat next to him to signal him to sit down, but he sat a little further away.

A pair of sparkling Ruifeng eyes looked at him without blinking, hesitated to speak a few times, and just called his name again and again.

Qu Shi'an didn't feel bored at all, and echoed again and again.

Later, seeing that he had no intention of leaving, he started smoking for a while on his own.

Ordinary people use their right hand to light cigarettes, but he uses his left hand.

There are only two of them left in this deck.

The bar was full of people coming and going, and it was very noisy. No one would care about a pair of lovers who were confronting each other strangely.

When Qu Shi'an smoked, he felt a sense of vulnerability.

He lowered his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened his eyes and continued to look at the person opposite him. He couldn't help but frown after glancing at him. He couldn't tell if it was because of his distress, but it just showed a kind of distress that was visible to the naked eye.

The smoke rings that spit out are like fleeting flowers.

Few people will observe that this kind of shallow smoke is difficult to be penetrated by light of other colors. After all, it is too difficult to stare at it.

.......

The beauty of vulnerability is that it can be hurt.

Just a few words can't understand the meaning of hurting a person.

Let’s use an analogy, such as sculpture, which is the result of being hurt. To portray a thing or a person from scratch is to visualize and three-dimensionalize one’s own ideas.

Always with a touch of cruel love.

.........

Mr. Wang, who is very motivated, handed over an ashtray within a few seconds.

Qu Shi'an looked up at him, and obediently shook the cigarette ash inside.

Wang Ci was full of tea at that time, and thought that Qu Shi'an would be a good time to learn about Song Yuyang's bastard behavior. A well-regulated statement of behavior and actions, supplemented by witnesses and physical evidence, made a wonderful speech.

Qu Shi'an didn't feel very surprised, but felt a little funny from the bottom of his heart.

Song Yuyang loves to play, so he loves to play. It is such a failure that he is so low that he is used as a talking point by so many people.

So he really couldn't help laughing. Unfortunately, he was still smoking a cigarette, and he was choking a bit—his health was not so good, and his eyes were red from choking.

Wang Ci frantically wanted to pass Brother Qu a glass of water for a while, but in the end there was only wine on the coffee table, and Qu Shi'an could only take two sips of wine.

At that time, Qu Shi'an in Wang Ci's heart was a typical figure of infatuation and gentleness.

His first reaction when he saw this was that he felt that he had offended him, so he stopped talking after he made amends.

Qu Shi'an is quite Buddhist, whether it's lively or deserted, he has his own set of procedures to fool around, one thing more is worse than one thing less.

Just before lighting a cigarette, he comforted Wang Ci.

"It's okay, it's okay, he's always been like this, and it probably won't end until he gets married. It's none of my business if he likes to play, anyway, I just need to be responsible for noticing that no one picks up the corpse."

His tone was both gloating and sarcastic.

Wang Ci, who has been in this venue for many years, doesn't know whether to laugh or say a few words of comfort from his heart.

In the end, he lowered his head hypocritically and smiled, subconsciously raised his head to observe Qu Shi'an's expression, and then praised Song Yuyang even more hypocritically.

Otherwise, only those who are ruthless to themselves can understand.

Those who have always comforted and affirmed themselves will not admit the tragedies they do not want to believe.

People are so strange, sometimes they always feel that they are not good enough, cannot accept certain things, and have their own particularly noble bottom line.But in fact, as long as you reach a node, you will suddenly find that it doesn't matter.

Not only does it not matter anymore, it even pursues the goal by intuition to some extent.

The process of love has been repeatedly summarized by human beings—everyone may be learning love in reverse.

It was almost four o'clock when I got home.

Qu Shi'an didn't even think about going to sleep, so he drank a glass of sober up, washed up, and went to the balcony to blow the cold wind and continue to endorse.

The greening in the center of Shanghai is actually not bad. The flowers on Binjiang Avenue are beautiful, and the trees on Century Avenue are beautiful.

Sometimes the high-rises seen while walking on the main road have already entered the hazy clouds, and the mist is interspersed with it and it is not clear.

In fact, high-rise residents do not have this kind of trouble. Looking down at the main road, although the clarity is not high, it is okay.

A lot of people think that Shanghai is a place where people sing and sing every night, but they can't say that.

In the middle of the night, there should be no crowded places except Nanjing East Road. There are motorcycles on Pudong South Road, but there are very few passers-by and tourists.

The sycamore tree outside the window has no leaves to fall, the moonlight is hazy, and the last sentence is quiet.

Turning around, he took out a pack of cigarettes in the cabinet, Qu Shi'an took out a box, smoked one out, held his mouth at an angle, shielded himself from the wind with his right hand, and lit the cigarette with his left hand.

After thinking about it, I told myself that I just didn't want to light the book, so I leaned on the fence to look at the streetlights.

The fence is too cold.

The dim light of the street lamps extended along the road, like a galaxy, so far away that he couldn't see it clearly.

Although the beauty in most people's concepts has certain similarities, most of the real beauties have their own advantages and disadvantages.

Qu Shi'an is not the kind of bright and coquettish beauty, he has bright facial features and the capital of being spoiled, but his beauty is only unique in a kind of tranquility.

Like a god statue that has been in the palace for a long time, after listening to the confessions of various people, it has never, indeed cannot, and does not want to reveal any secrets.

He couldn't help observing those extraordinarily profound people, and didn't care whether they were full of lies or had any strange demands—he just walked through the traces of the creator's seal with his eyes.

It is difficult to cultivate the temperament of tranquility. It is not like quietness, which can be done by talking less, nor is it like laziness, which can be pampered and superior.

True tranquility requires too much accumulation cost. In addition to money and tragedy, it also requires various encounters that can be met but not sought after.

When a person really sinks, he must feel very clear about everything.

All accidents can be treated as fun.