night tide recedes

The living room was quiet for a while, Song Ran was at a loss, and the rose in his hand became heavy.

He has known Yan Ming for more than half a year, and he has already regarded Yan Ming as a good friend, and he doesn't want Yan Ming to be unhappy because of him. If things have developed to this point, if they don't explain clearly, I'm afraid they won't even be friends in the future.

Yan Ming was also looking at Song Ran. He took a deep breath, withdrew all the expressions on his face, pretended to be innocent and said, "Brother Ran, what did you cook?"

Song Ran walked forward slowly, feeling extremely entangled in his heart, but he still spoke with difficulty, "Little Yan, can we talk?"

Yan Ming's squeezed smile sank a little bit, he had already realized what Song Ran was going to say, but he didn't stop it.

Song Ran is like a sponge full of water, his whole body is sore and swollen, his mouth is clumsy, and he can't organize beautiful words to express his thoughts, so he speaks a bit stutteringly, "This year, The happiest thing for me is to be able to make a friend like you, you are very kind to me and have helped me a lot, I like you very much..." Yan Ming has always been a talkative person, but now he gritted his teeth and remained silent with.

Song Ran clenched the rose branch in his palm, raised his head and said, "But this kind of liking is appreciation and yearning, Xiao Yan, I sincerely envy you, you are generous and confident, hearty and lively, you have your own ideas in everything you do, There are also so many people who are willing to associate with you, because of your encouragement, I bravely step into a new life, you are the person I dream of becoming, and I want to be friends with you for life."

Yan Ming's eyes turned red slightly, "I treat you well, I do it voluntarily, I don't want to ask you for anything."

Song Ran became more and more guilty, and said eagerly, "I know, I am very grateful to you," his voice weakened under Yan Ming's aggrieved expression, and he finished his words with difficulty, "But gratitude and liking are different. Treat me well, just accept your liking, I am really sorry for you."

Yan Ming strode up and stood in front of Song Ran, he was rarely impatient, "Brother Ran, if you still can't forget him, I can wait, not a month, not a year, then three years, I don't believe you three years Also..." "Little Yan," Song Ran said with a stick in his throat, "I have known him for more than ten years, and it is impossible for me to forget him. The relationship between me and him cannot be erased by time."

Yan Ming's eyes became even redder. Song Ran's words undoubtedly cut off all their possibilities. Although they were cruel, they were also straightforward.

Song Ran didn't dare to look at Yan Ming's red eyes anymore, he stretched out his hand, held Yan Ming's wrist, and then sent the pink and purple rose in his hand back to Yan Ming's palm, he felt that he might really lose Yan called this friend, his voice trembling slightly, "The owner of this flower should be someone else."

Yan Ming slowly held the rose branch, and before Song Ran could react, he suddenly stretched out his arms and hugged Song Ran tightly into his arms. Song Ran's body was a little stiff, hesitating whether to push it away, Yan Ming Ming put his head on his shoulder, and said stubbornly with a little childishness, "I don't want it."

Song Ran sighed softly, and finally stretched out his hand to push gently, and Yan Ming reluctantly let go.

When seeing Yan Ming's watery eyes, Song Ran was very moved. No matter how mature Yan Ming is, in fact, he just turned [-] this year. He whispered, "I'm sorry, Xiao Yan..." Yan Ming turned his face away, not to let Song Ran see his grievances, sniffed his nose and said in a muffled voice, "I was rejected the first time I confessed, I am too embarrassing."

Hearing his pretended relaxed tone, Song Ran said sincerely, "You will definitely meet someone who is better than me and also likes you wholeheartedly."

"What's the use of liking me, and I don't like it," Yan Ming said in a low voice, he raised his head, "Brother Ran, you made me sad, you have to make it up to me."

Hearing that Yan Ming regained some vitality, Song Ran quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Now if Yan Ming asked him to pick the stars in the sky, he would not refuse, so he nodded quickly, "You say."

Yan Ming looked down at Song Ran, and suddenly approached, his moist lips pecked on Song Ran's face, Song Ran was startled, reflexively took a step back, and stared blankly.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time," Yan Ming grinned a little smugly, "I can't even send my first kiss to my first love, it's too bad."

"Xiaoyan..." "I'm broken in love," Yan Ming muttered, "Now it's not Xiaoyan, it's Xiaoku."

Song Ran couldn't help laughing, the big stone in his heart finally let go.

Yan Ming handed out the flowers again, and said seriously, "Friends can also send flowers, take it."

Song Ran pursed her lower lip and finally took it.

Yan Ming didn't say any more, and showed Song Ran a signature smile, with small canine teeth looming, and the smile on his face faded a little bit after he walked out of the apartment gate.

It's not that I'm not sad, I just don't want Song Ran to be embarrassed.

Twenty to ten minutes passed, but the car parked under the apartment building had not returned.

When Shen Wenfei saw the figure coming out of the gate, he was far away, and he could still feel the slump on the young man's body. He rolled down the car window, and the young man also noticed him, like a cheetah seeing his opponent in the grassland, and immediately put it away. The melancholy cloud lingering around, with a sullen face ready to fight at any time.

Yan Ming, Shen Wenfei remembered his name, and he had heard it from Song Ran for the past six months.

If he doesn't come down again, Shen Wenfei's call will be sent to Song Ran's mobile phone, and Song Ran will be asked to go downstairs for any reason.

He didn't open the door to get out of the car, but just looked at Yan Ming silently for a while, until Yan Ming took the lead to look away and disappeared near the apartment before he drove away.

When Shen Wenfei returned to his deserted residence again, the first thing he did was to pack the rotten flowers in the study into the trash can, and filled the water to water the flowers on the balcony.

Song Ran didn't take away any of the flowers that were raised here. They hadn't taken in water for a long time, and they were already withered. Shen Wenfei filled every pot of flowers with water, touched the shriveled flowers, and couldn't help but frown.

I don't know if it can be saved?

——Song Ran closed the store as usual. After he made it clear to Yan Ming the night before, Yan Ming didn't contact him for two days. He didn't receive Yan Ming's message until tonight, and his tone was the same as before. Song Ran's heart finally fell.

He was very glad that he did not lose Yan Ming as a friend.

After nine o'clock, there are many small vendors in the commercial street of the university, and the students are coming and going, which is very lively.

Song Ran habitually lowered his head slightly to avoid pedestrians and walked forward. Suddenly, a girl blocked his way. Song Ran thought he had accidentally blocked the way, and was about to walk aside, but the girl laughed, "Student, Congratulations, you are the lucky guest of our flower stand tonight, and this bouquet of roses is for you."

Song Ran raised his head in surprise, looked at the Baixueshan rose in the girl's hand in bewilderment, and made a dumbfounded sound. After he realized it, he stepped back and said, "I didn't want to buy flowers."

"It's not for buying, it's for giving away." The girl smiled sweetly, "Take it."

As he spoke, he forced Bai Xueshan into Song Ran's hands forcefully, but it was too late for Song Ran to refuse. He looked at the flowers in front of the stall, and most of them were sold as one or two branches, but the ones he held in his hand were It was tied with a ribbon, and it was a whole bunch, full of fragrance. He asked suspiciously, "Your booth doesn't seem to have a white snow mountain..." The girl choked, and quickly laughed, "That's why I say you are a lucky customer." .”

Song Ran was not a fool, he had a vague guess in his heart, so he remained silent.

"Classmate, the flower language of Baixue Mountain is the day when I met you, even the air is sweet," she lowered her voice mysteriously, "It seems that meeting you is a very happy thing for him."

Song Ran felt embarrassed under the narrow eyes of the girl, but the guess was also confirmed.

He didn't refuse the bouquet again, said thank you, and walked towards the residence with a large bouquet of pure white roses, his heart was in a mess along the way.

Sitting on the sofa, he was still not able to regain his senses. The fragrance of Baixue Mountain penetrated his nose, and he couldn't help but recall the scene many years ago.

There are only two lucky things for Song Ran these years. One is the lucky guest tonight, and the other is the mobile phone he got inexplicably when he was young. He can't believe that it is not a coincidence, but after many years, If the same move is used on him again, he will have to think too much.

His two lucks were deliberately arranged by someone.

Song Ran's whole body was filled with sourness, he couldn't restrain his inner guess, hesitated for a long time, and dialed the number he remembered by heart.

The heart beats along with the mechanical beep.

The moment the phone was connected, Song Ran suddenly felt a little regretful, and hesitated to speak.

Shen Wenfei waited patiently for him to speak out, and after waiting for a long time, he called out to Song Ran.

Song Ran looked at the clusters of white flowers on the table, her voice was tense, and she seemed a little nervous, "Is that you?"

A sentence without beginning or end, but he believed that Shen Wenfei knew what he was asking.

During the few seconds of Shen Wenfei's silence, Song Ran breathed very slowly as if afraid of not being able to hear Shen Wenfei's answer clearly.

"The flowers in my study haven't been changed for many days." Shen Wenfei didn't answer his question directly, and said in a dry tone, "The potted flowers on your balcony have also withered."

Song Ran's nose suddenly became sore.

Shen Wenfei seemed to hesitate for a long time before asking, "Are the flowers beautiful?"

Song Ran bit her lower lip, and hummed with sobs.

The two of them didn't speak for a moment, the atmosphere was just right, Shen Wenfei said in a low voice, "Song Ran, I can't grow the flowers on the balcony well."

He always beat around the bush like this, looking for all kinds of reasons, but never said directly, I miss you back.

Song Ran heard his overtones, blinked away the sourness in his eyes, and murmured, "I'm not a gardener."

Shen Wenfei hummed, but did not continue.

Song Ran said softly, "Wen Fei, I like my current life very much."

Even though I work hard every day because of the busy work, I still feel vividly that I am living as Song Ran.

Shen Wenfei pondered, "I see."

After finishing the call, Song Ran found a vase and put Bai Xueshan in it. After thinking about it, she carried the vase into the room, and the room was immediately filled with fragrance.

The words of the girl selling flowers sounded in my ears, the flower language of Baixueshan is the day I met you, even the air is sweet.

Song Ran smiled, actually meeting Shen Wenfei was the luckiest thing in his life.

The author has something to say: Xiao Shen: drink, you, Yan Ming, are not the only ones who can send flowers, you give one, I give a bouquet, mine is more expensive!