Thousands of passers-by are all your sweethearts. ——"The world kissed me with pain"
From high school to the rest of his life, Xu Ziyan and Du Chuan passed each other many times, and each time they felt that they might love each other.
"Xu Ziyan, tell me whether you like me or not." Du Chuan put his face in his arms, tilted his head on the desk and grinned at him. "Wait, wait, don't answer yet. Regardless of whether you like me or not, I quite like you anyway." The seventeen-year-old boy's eyes were bright, and he suddenly hit Xu Ziyan's chest, leaving him speechless.
"You lied to me." Xu Ziyan lowered his right hand that was holding the phone tightly. "This is just a game, from the beginning." He twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to make his smile look more natural. "Du Chuan, did you lie to me?"
Xu Ziyan looked at the person standing in front of him, the person he had known for eight years. For the first time, he felt that the two of them did not know each other and were so strange.
The relationship between the two of them, which had been stagnant for a long time, finally broke through the seemingly hard container and flowed away drop by drop.
"Who are you dating now? Ziyan, Xu Ziyan, why don't you believe me?" Du Chuan's voice became much hoarse, squeezing Xu Ziyan's heart through the small electronic screen next to his ear. "I know you still love me, I know, please don't hang up the phone, please, Ziyan, I..."
"You don't know." The man in dark blue pajamas was silent for a long time, and finally interrupted him when he heard Du Chuan still shamelessly say that word. "Mr. Du, I have made it clear to you that I may have liked you in high school, but not now."
"Yang Guyu, you like Li Qian not Xu Ziyan, please don't mess with him."
The man who was shouted at and questioned chuckled softly. "What about you? Designer Du, Ziyan really liked you." He looked at the man in front of him who had obviously lost a lot of weight. "Didn't you also ruin him for almost ten years?"
Xu Ziyan locked himself in the closet, pressing his back against the limp clothes, as if this way he could confirm that he was safe.
He didn't understand why it was like this. I just want someone who is safe and stable and can live with me like this. Why do people who make promises to me always leave in an almost impossible way in the end?
Purpose: I hope everyone can love the person they should fall in love with.