Celebrities & Amateurs | Gentleness and restraint × hindsight
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*At the high school graduation party seven years ago, fireworks lit up the night sky.
On the stage, the bully confessed his love to Xu Zheqing in public.
She refused simply, and read out the victim's name word by word with the joy of justice: "I would rather choose Wu Feng than you."
As soon as he finished speaking, countless tiny points of light sprinkled down from the top of his head.
Xu Zheqing raised his head, and the broken light fell into his eyes, and also fell on the white washed sneakers in the corner. Wu Feng clenched his fists and swore that one day, he would be worthy of her.
The irony is that to succeed, he has to be that jerk. In his face, live his life.
*When we met again, Xu Zheqing had become a numb migrant worker, relying on the air conditioner in the office after working overtime.
The door was pushed open, and she recognized that annoying face at a glance, and her words were thorny.
But he was clearly superior, but he didn't talk back, and even... Seemed to be enjoying it.
This made Xu Zheqing confused.
Within half a year, she lost her job and returned to her hometown.
He broke into her life in the name of a neighbor.
She could always catch his sight before he had time to hide it. It wasn't that she wasn't suspicious, but she just didn't want to get into it.
Until that day, he fell into a coma on the bed with a fever and called her in a hoarse voice as if he was dreaming: "Xu Zheqing, I really like you."
She sneered in her heart: Impossible. How can you not take action when you like someone?
*The truth has not yet arrived, but the sycamore leaves have fallen to the ground.
One piece just happened to be resting in her hair.
He stood in front of her, his gaze almost burning through his restraint.
He raised his hand, hung it by her cheek, and finally gently picked off the leaf like a normal friend.
She lowered her eyes and curved her lips slightly: "Wu Feng, I'll give you one year. Go solve your secret, and then... Officially pursue me."
The leaves slipped from his fingers, were picked up by the wind, and whirled between the two of them, flying away like butterflies.
He didn't respond, but his body trembled slightly.
She wondered: "Are you cold?"
He still stood a step away.
"No. I just feel... Happy."
——Thank you for allowing me to like you when I didn't even know who I was.
Remarks: sc|he
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