Sweet racing driver x handsome boxer
When she was seventeen, her parents had to go abroad for two years due to work, and Shen Qingyi was arranged to stay with her aunt's house in Su City.
The day she first met Song Xinyan, it was raining lightly. She always hated rainy days.
When she walked to the alley after buying water, she encountered a group of gangsters with hair dyed in various colors, blocking a thin young man in a corner. The group of people were searching his body, looking for something.
When she first arrived, she didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but when she saw the boy's face clearly, she couldn't help but take action.
Even though the young man's features were bright and beautiful, he could not hide his extremely outstanding face, especially his cold and deep eyes, which were unforgettable.
Later, Shen Qingyi found out that his name was Song Xinyan.
He is a top student in a key high school in Suzhou. He has excellent grades and is a talented Chinese painting genius. At the age of fifteen, he won the National Chinese Painting Gold Medal with an ink Chinese painting. He is the youngest gold medal winner in the industry.
Everyone praised him as a genius born from heaven, and he would definitely have a bright future.
Shen Qingyi didn't expect that the person she saved would turn out to be a good boy with both good character and academics. It's funny, at first, she just fell in love with his appearance.
After hearing about him, she only felt that the two were two extremes and there should be no intersection in the future.
However, no one expected that the well-behaved boy would stick to her all the time.
One day, Shen Qingyi became impatient with him and pushed him into a corner.
She smiled evilly: "Song Xinyan, are you ready to commit yourself to me?"
"We are not from the same place."
Song Xinyan's clean black eyes looked straight at her: "You haven't even tried it, how do you know it's not true?"
Later, the two were still together.
Song Xinyan looked pure and gentle, but deep down he was like a poisonous snake hiding patiently under the warm sun.
This relationship did not last long and ended with Song Xinyan being dumped.
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Many years later, Shen Qingyi returned to Sioux City again.
But she never thought she would meet Song Xinyan so soon and in such a ridiculous place.
The talented painter who had high hopes from everyone and should be holding a paintbrush was standing on the ring in the underground boxing ring.
The lights were dim and noisy, and the air was filled with the smell of sweat and blood.
Here, as long as the money is in place, the people on the stage have to do whatever the sponsor wants to do.
Song Xinyan was full of defiance, and his eyes were cold and silent. The hands that were supposed to hold the paintbrush were fighting with people. At this moment, he was completely different from the young man in his memory.
After that night, she stopped him.
Song Xinyan looked at her expressionlessly, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips: "Is something wrong?"
"Song Xinyan." Shen Qingyi looked at him, her throat tightened, and she could only call out his name with difficulty.
"How should I call you?" Song Xinyan lowered his voice with a biting chill, "Miss Shen? Shen Qingyi? Or your ex-girlfriend?"
Shen Qingyi's mouth moved, but she didn't answer the question and just asked: "Why are you in that place?"
Song Xinyan seemed to have been prepared. He tilted his head and smiled, his eyes full of ridicule: "Shen Qingyi, you want to be the savior again?"
"Too bad, I don't need it anymore."
I don't need your rescue, and I don't want to be left behind by you again.
He turned around to leave, but Shen Qingyi quickly reached out and grabbed his wrist.
"Song Xinyan, I regret it."
Song Xinyan looked at her coldly, her tone as calm as if she was talking about someone else's business: "Miss Shen, if I remember correctly, you said it yourself that you never regretted every decision you made."
Shen Qingyi's heart trembled, and her fingertips unconsciously clenched tighter.
"Let go." He opened his thin lips lightly
From his beautiful dark eyes, she could see no trace of past warmth, only determination and indifference.
"But, Song Xinyan, I miss you."
Neon lights were flowing on the street, and the warm yellow light shone on the two people, reflecting each other's intertwined shadows.
Song Xinyan looked down at her with red eyes, and her voice was as cold as ice: "Do you know what you are talking about?"
"Song Xinyan, I miss you." She repeated it again.
Shen Qingyi thought he would be furious and turn around and leave, but the next second, the man slowly leaned down and his eyes were level with hers.
From such a close distance, she could clearly see the pain of struggle and brokenness welling up in his eyes.
The man's voice was hoarse and paranoid: "Shen Qingyi, I gave you a chance."
"You came back on your own initiative. This time, you can't run away again."
The roar of the internal combustion engine is like my love for you that will never end
Intention: Life should not decay in silence, but burn in passion
