Don't play with avatars

After class, half of the fragments in Jiang Yin's book were mindful.

As soon as the bell rang, he immediately stopped the sound, packed his things and planned to leave get out of class.

"Ah? Mr. Jiang, do you dare to take an extra minute to finish reading this passage?"

"That's right, he runs faster than me every time after class!"

Jiang Yin listened to their complaints, and stopped when they reached the door.

He said sincerely: "Teachers like me who don't procrastinate are rare now, and you should cherish them."

"puff--"

"You're obviously afraid of doing extra work for a penny."

Jiang Yin didn't bother to talk to them, and left leisurely with the book.

Back in the office, put the book on the table, turned around and saw a figure walking towards him unhurriedly.

"Senior."

Shen Xueyan walked in front of him, she should have just finished class and was still wearing a white coat.

He is a little different today, wearing a pair of thin-rimmed glasses with gold wire, his eyes seem to be filled with warm water, and his whole temperament has become warm.

Jiang Yin looked at him with a dazed expression.

I always feel like I haven't seen each other for seven days, Shen Xueyan is different.

Shen Xueyan seemed to know the doubts in his heart, smiled and said: "I dyed my hair, the color is darker than before, and I also replaced the contact lenses, can't you recognize it?"

Jiang Yin shook his head blankly. Shen Xueyan's hair was originally light yellow, but now it is more of a cool brown. His skin is relatively fair. Dying this color is very suitable for the skin tone, and it will also make people look softer. A pair of glasses will make him look softer. The alienation between the eyebrows is covered, making him appear more polite.

"why?"

Jiang Yin wanted to ask him why he made such a sudden change.

Shen Xueyan pushed up her glasses, showing an innocent smile: "This way I'm different from others, and the senior won't fail to recognize me."

Jiang Yin frowned, his heart skipped a beat for no reason: "What do you mean?"

"Let's go sit in the coffee shop." Shen Xueyan said.

It's class time now, and there aren't many people in the coffee shop.

Shen Xueyan ordered two cups of coffee, and sat down with Jiang Yin at a window seat.

After taking his seat, he looked at Jiang Yin quietly with a smile in his eyes: "Senior said he wanted to meet me, did he want to say something to me?"

Jiang Yin asked bluntly: "Why did you say that I left at the beginning?"

The waiter brought the coffee, Shen Xueyan opened one of the cups, added milk and sugar, and pushed it in front of Jiang Yin.

Then he looked calm and went to mix another glass, but the simple action was pleasing to the eye because it was him.

"Isn't it?" Shen Xueyan lowered her head, not looking at Jiang Yin.

Jiang Yin frowned even deeper.

"On the day of the graduation party, I looked for you all night." Shen Xueyan threw out these words calmly.

To Jiang Yin's ears, it was like a huge thunderclap, and he could almost hear the "buzzing" sound coming from his ears.

"Impossible... I clearly..."

Shen Xueyan put down the delicate spoon, supported her chin with one hand, raised her eyes to look directly at Jiang Yin, and said word by word: "Then, you evaporated from the world."

Jiang Yin's face was pale, and he shook his head in disbelief: "It's absolutely impossible, I'm obviously waiting for you..."

"Wait for me?" Shen Xueyan's eyes were full of sarcasm, "You didn't tell me at all, so you are still waiting for me?"

Jiang Yin was completely stunned by his words.

As if suddenly realizing something, Jiang Yin's eyes were dull, a little afraid to ask what was on his mind.

Shen Xueyan turned a blind eye to the paleness on his face, and continued to use every single word, tearing his seven-year wounds to bloody blood: "After a few years, I met your friend and found out that on the day of graduation, you and I Confession."

"But," he stretched out his left hand to Jiang Yin, covering his slightly trembling fist on the table, thinking that it would have some soothing effect: "I don't know anything."

Jiang Yin's mind went blank for an instant.

That night... what are you waiting for?

"Senior, you admitted the wrong person that night."

Shen Xueyan wrapped his fists, and gently opened his fingertips that were stuck in the palm of his hand, one by one, and tightly intertwined.

is that so?

Did I admit the wrong person?

Back then, that love letter was never handed over to Shen Xueyan?

--what is this?

What are the seven years of his struggle and pain?

Can the things that have happened for so many years be easily exposed by saying "admitted the wrong person"?

Jiang Yin's eyes were full of confusion, if it was true, why didn't he tell him earlier?

"If it's true, why didn't you tell me?" His voice became thin and choked.

Jiang Yin couldn't judge whose fault it was.

It seemed that just a few words shattered his dignity all along.

—he is still blind.

"The senior doesn't even recognize me, so why should I mention it?"

Jiang Yin's heart fell suddenly, and sharp pain came from his heart.

If this letter hadn't been delivered to Shen Xueyan, then who did he see?

"It's okay, it's over." Shen Xueyan comforted her softly.

Jiang Yin took a deep breath: "Who is that person I misread?"

Shen Xueyan shook her head and said, "He's not important."

He rubbed Jiang Yin's chin with his thumb, and rubbed the corner of his lips: "The important thing is, I like you."

"I'm sorry I didn't reply to you seven years ago. Can it be done now? Jiang Yin, I like you."

Under Jiang Yin's confused eyes, he gradually stood up, crossed the table, and approached Jiang Yin bit by bit.

"Don't reject me again."

The breath was approaching, and Jiang Yin's eyes were blank. He didn't react until the distance was close at hand.

The panic in his heart made him subconsciously lower his head, and Shen Xueyan's lips gently brushed the tip of his nose.

Shen Xueyan's face froze: "Why?"

Why reject him?

"sorry."

Jiang Yin wanted to distract himself from the panic in his heart, so he picked up the coffee cup tremblingly, and just as he was about to bring it to his mouth, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind.

That hand, holding the cup, pressed down.

"Don't you drink coffee?"

The light tone is unique to Lin Dongyan.

As soon as the words fell, a cup of lily tea was placed in front of him:

"Soothe the nerves and help sleep, try it for me."

"Lin Dongyan, what are you doing here?" Shen Xueyan's tone suddenly became cold.

Jiang Yin looked over stiffly. Lin Dongyan was wearing a white shirt. Although his expression was as plain as ever, there was a little softness in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand and touched Jiang Yin's face.

Then, lightly brush the tip of his nose with your finger.

As if to completely erase the marks left by others.