Yuxuan

1. When the scandal about Song Yuming and her neighbor classmate downstairs began to spread in the class, she gradually kept a distance from him and changed her path. On the way, she met a gangster who was trying to steal money, and she wanted to call the police. "What are you doing?" A cold voice echoed in her ears, and the warm breath made her feel a little itchy. She stopped before finishing dialing 110 on the dialing interface of her mobile phone. She turned around and saw a face that was almost sickly white. If she looked more carefully, she could still see the slightly blue dark circles under his eyes, his delicate skin, and the high and straight bridge of his nose, which made his outline stronger. The slightly moving nose was dotted with a small mole, which was like the finishing touch of the whole picture. A thin lip was embedded in it, which was indifferent and indifferent. She was stunned in place. The man directly pulled her wrist, and a slight cold touch came to her wrist. Soon, her cold wrist felt an unusual heat, thin and dense, and the senses of the cells were suddenly magnified many times. Her attention was all on her wrist, and she didn't notice when he led her to the other side of the road. "They have noticed you. You will only get yourself involved." Although the words were obviously concerned, the tone was still cold. She lowered her beautiful almond eyes, and when she raised them again, she asked something irrelevant: "Are you from our class? What's your name?" After a long while, three words floated out of his mouth: "Zhuo Zhixuan." She heard the answer. She will remember this name forever. 2. "Be careful——" It was Zhuo Zhixuan's voice, which she was very familiar with. But somehow she didn't look back or walk away. She stood there stupidly, motionless, like a dumb little turtle. She heard the dull sound of the basketball hitting the ground, the screeching sound of shoes on the rubber floor of the basketball court, and his heavy breathing in her ear. At this moment, she automatically ignored the chirping of cicadas on the tall plane trees on the summer campus, and her heartbeat began to become irregular. "Plop-plop-" it vibrated like a drum, but only she could hear it. This is probably just love, the most straightforward love from someone who was sixteen or seventeen years old... "Chegan, hurry up!" His playing partner called him. Song Yuming lowered his head, and the tall figure behind him disappeared with the sound. She left the field silently, and the court remained as usual, as if the episode had never happened. 3. They all say that teenage love is just a floating cloud that will disappear as soon as it blows away. Song Yuming didn't think so. She had been in love with Zhuo Zhixuan for eleven years. This relationship was like a jar of old wine, the longer it was, the purer it became. "Forget him." "No - I can't..." He has already rejected her, so why bother to humiliate himself again? She will not do anything to lower the price, so let her keep this feeling silently. "Axia, for some reason, I often dream about him these days." Song Yuming wrung her hands and casually talked about her dream with her best friend. "Who?" "Zhuo Zhixuan." "Yu Ming..." Song Yuming interrupted her: "Stop talking, I want to go to the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain tomorrow." "Okay, let's go and relax." No one thought that her heart would never come back after she was distracted... The landslide buried her there forever, merging with the snow-capped mountains and no longer separated. "Do you know how much she likes you?" "Does it have anything to do with me? I don't like her -" The word "her" in Zhuo Zhixuan's mouth only came out with one sound, and was punched away by the person opposite. The two men struggled with each other. "She's gone, are you interested?" Zhuo Zhixuan's light words made the man stop. "Yeah, she's not here anymore." "Let me ask you a question for her today. Do you like her at all?" "No." The answer was crisp and clear, without any ambiguity at all. "Okay, Yu Ming, do you hear me? Never meet a scum like him again." A gust of wind blew away the fallen leaves on the ground. The woman on the stone tablet still had curved eyebrows and a gentle smile, but the black and white photo was a little more melancholy. The wind blew on the trunk of the sycamore tree, making a rustling sound, as if to say: "I heard it." Note: be ending The male protagonist is emotionally unclean, and the clean party is not allowed to enter! Please do not imitate any bad behavior in this article! ＊Text/Ye Ziyi Copywriting started on 2023.2.22 Intention: Growing up and forgetting