As soon as I got home, I saw Zha Gong pretending to be a white lotus

Xue not only didn't talk much, but also had a very shallow relationship. When they were divided into classes in the first semester of high school, everyone was completely related to the crowd.

As for why he was so impressed, it was because this guy became successful later on. He took the art test in the third year of high school, and after the college entrance examination, he went to the most famous acting department in China.

However, what is surprising is that in the impression of good intentions, the classmate is not only taciturn, but has never even laughed a few times. As a result, a few years later, such as now, this student has become a TV host known for his humor.

The popular host dropped a lot of cigarette butts by his feet, and his expression was indifferent. The image he usually saw on TV was completely different.

Can a person's personality really be divided to such an extent?

He was lost in thought.

The venue was busy and crowded, and I didn't see the second classmate with good intentions. Then I am afraid that this popular artist will be the only one at the same dinner table who can brag, but it feels too subtle to compare eloquence with a host. up.

Sheng Yi thought about it, let's withdraw.

He walked away, turned around suddenly, and bumped into the wine glass held by the person behind him.The venue was dimly lit, trying to create a sense of nostalgia for the past, so in this kind of occasion, bumps and bumps are commonplace.

He fumbled in his pocket for a tissue, then squatted down to pick up shards of the glass with the man.

His gaze fell on this person's hand. It was so familiar that it was hard to remember who it was. He held the tissue with kindness, and said in a low voice, "Song Qinyi."

Song Qinyi was wearing a light gray suit, and his white sleeves were dazzling. He raised his head, his brows and eyes were as clear as a newly bloomed magnolia flower, and there was a hazy beauty in his unclear vision.

He smiled and said, "Ah Yan, long time no see."

Sheng Yi squatted on the ground for a while and had nothing to say. After picking up the broken glass, she stood up and looked around in a hurry, but she didn't even know what she was looking at.

The time has passed too long, and the words that I once wanted to ask have been exhausted in the accumulation of time, and the past seems to have become old sesame seeds, so there is no need to mention it again.

He smiled stiffly twice to show his generosity and calmness, and pointed to Song Qinyi's direction, "Go over there, seat."

He asked, "What about you?"

Cheng Yi: "I have something to do, I'll be back now."

He didn't hesitate to turn around to leave, when he suddenly heard a slight throbbing sound behind him.

Sheng Yi looked back with some hesitation, and saw that Song Qinyi's palm was wet and red, and the blood was gushing out unstoppably, sliding down the ground along his fingertips.

It took Song Qinyi a long while to raise his hand, staring at the wound on his palm with dazed eyes.

Sheng Yi remembered that this guy would go crazy at the sight of blood, so he quickly went over with a tissue, and before Song Qinyi recovered, he pulled his hand over to cover it, and then asked the onlookers to find the medicine box.

The lights in the main venue came on, and before he kindly cleaned up the wound on his hand, he hurriedly raised his head towards him, and said calmly, "Close your eyes."

Song Qinyi closed it obediently.

The broken glass that punctured the palm was carefully pulled out. It was about 3 centimeters long and the edge was very thin. However, the blood gushed out again and again. It was impossible to tell how deep the wound was, and according to the amount of bleeding, there might not be more than one bleeding port .

Sheng Yi frowned, "I have to go to the hospital." He asked Song Qinyi, "You came here by yourself?"

Song Qinyi's brows were calm, he seemed to be asleep, and his voice was cold: "I'll go by myself."

Sheng Yi was stunned for 2 minutes, and more and more people were watching, but Song Qinyi probably had the same situation as him. In this so-called alumni association, he couldn't find a few classmates he knew.

He patted Song Qinyi on the shoulder, "Go, I'll drive the car and take you there."

Song Qinyi was indeed different from before, not a little bit less awkward, opened his eyes with a feeling of bright eyes and teeth, nodded to him, and said, "Thank you."

Although this sentence is often heard from other people's mouths, it seems that it has only been heard once from his mouth.

She paused politely, and responded without much ups and downs: "You're welcome."

After bandaging the wound from the hospital and coming out, it was already dark, so I kindly separated from him at the gate of the hospital, and asked worriedly: "Can you go back by yourself?"

Song Qinyi: "Yes."

"How did you return?"

"Take a taxi." Song Qinyi said flatly, "I'll be there in a while."

"That's fine." Sheng Yi walked towards the parking lot, "Be careful on the road."

Before he got in the car, he answered the phone, it was from Wen Ran, asking him if the alumni meeting was fun, but it's a pity that we couldn't go together.

Sheng Yi immediately started talking, opened the door, and complained in the car.

Chi Wenran regained his mental balance, and comforted him: "So, so many things from the past are blowing away with the wind, it's better to miss each other than to meet each other."

missing is worse than meeting.

For a moment, Shengyi didn't know what to say.

This sentence is really suitable for him and Song Qinyi.

He used to think that what would happen to Song Qinyi when he saw Song Qinyi again, but now that he really saw him, he couldn't even say a long time no see.

They have been separated for seven years, how could they remain unchanged.

Shengyi hung up the phone, started the car and drove out, passed the hospital gate, and found Song Qinyi was still standing there, exactly the same as when he left, the figure was thin and thin in the cold spring breeze, looking very downcast.

He kindly lifted the window glass and shouted at him: "Where is the car you took?"

Song Qinyi heard the voice, looked left and right, met Shengyi's gaze, and replied without emotion: "No hit."

"Get in the car." Cheng Yi got out of the car and opened the door, more professional than the driver, "Give me the address."

Song Qinyi reported the name of a hotel, Shengyi was slightly surprised.

"Then you are here on a business trip?"

"No."

That's even more strange, how can anyone stay in a hotel all the time.

But I didn't ask out of good intentions, and the sense of unfamiliarity is still there. Even if we reunite after a long time, we should still avoid making shallow words.

He remained silent, but Song Qinyi had something to say.

This guy was sitting in the co-pilot, with his gauze-wrapped left hand resting between the two seats, and he said in a cold voice, "I just saw you talking on the phone in the car, and you had a good time."

Looking at the route map to the destination kindly, "Oh, my girlfriend, Wen Ran, I will introduce you next time."

There was no movement for a long while, halfway through the car, I kindly glanced aside.

Song Qinyi was looking down at the gauze-covered fingertips, his eyebrows were calm, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Sheng Yi felt that if he continued to look at it like this, sooner or later he would see something wrong, so he coughed, "Well, when did you come back?"

Song Qinyi looked away and shrank into his seat, "Recently."

"Oh."

After sending people to the hotel, I kindly acted as a driver all night, and stretched my waist to go back.

Song Qinyi unbuttoned his seat belt with one hand, and said softly, "Is it too late to go now?"

"what?"

"What you have to do."

Sheng Yi was stunned for a moment, and began to arrange time for things that didn't exist, "At this point, I guess everyone has gone home, so we can talk about it tomorrow."

Chin Yi put one hand on the car door, and smiled when he heard that, "It's time, go up and sit before you go, many safety accidents are caused by fatigued driving."

He didn't wait for the polite refusal, his elegant voice meant something, and he said with some self-deprecation, "You actually don't want to see me again, do you?"

Good intentions: "..."

Speaking of this, if he insisted on leaving, it seemed that he was guilty.

Shengyi got out of the car, and took the charger of the mobile phone with her by the way, and sat down, afraid of being a fart, and charged it by the way.

There was no pause in the middle of the elevator, and it went straight to the floor.

Yan Yan followed behind him and walked into the hotel room.

The bedroom and the study here are connected, there is almost no partition except the bathroom, there is no shelter in the line of sight, the windows are clean, and the ground is spotless, so it looks surprisingly spacious.

At this moment, he understood why Song Qinyi didn't even know how to take a taxi. The room fee for his three-day stay here was enough to hire two drivers to pick him up in shifts.

Sheng Yi stood in place holding the mobile phone charger, only one thought in his mind, fuck it, Song Qinyi played tricks on him.

Song Qinyi poured a glass of milk and brought it over to Sheng Yi, "Have something to warm up."

The cup wasn't hot, but when Song Qinyi took the cup, Song Qinyi's fingertips touched the back of his hand, Shengyi's hand trembled, and the half-full milk spilled out.

He shook his hands kindly, put the cup aside, almost covered his pants, he frowned, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Looking up, Song Qinyi was looking thoughtfully at the mottled marks on his body.

39. Chapter 39

From time to time, there was the sound of running water from the bathroom.

Song Qinyi took out a set of clothes from the closet and knocked on the bathroom door, "Ah Yan, I have clean clothes, can I come in?"

No one responded.

Song Qinyi pushed open the door, the bathroom was empty, and Shengyi had already left.

On Friday morning, after Li Rui handed over the matter at hand, he packed up his things and left the company. He kindly stopped him in the parking lot and had a break-up meal with him at the beef noodle restaurant opposite the office building.

He actually didn't expect that Li Rui would really leave. At first he thought that this bastard was just making a fuss, but the reality slapped him in the face and caught his good intentions off guard.

Going back after dinner, Sheng Yi was absent-minded all afternoon, and at about two o'clock, a contact on the WeChat interface who hadn't been in a bubble for many years sent a message.

His left eyelid twitched and he clicked on the message.

"Ayan, your windbreaker is with me, and I'll send it to you."

Song Qinyi's head portrait is a bunch of hand-painted laurel branches and leaves, the petals are faint, hazy and dreamy.

Shengyi left the hotel in a hurry the day before yesterday, and the windbreaker disappeared when he came back. Looking back, he probably lost it at Song Qinyi's residence the whole time, but he went back to find it for a piece of clothing.