You know, the former Yi Yao is dead.
Now the brand new Yi Yao should not know Yi Jiayan.
Cheer up, cheer up.
Yi Yao said it to himself over and over again from the bottom of his heart.
qimingYi Yao, tonight... can I treat you to dinner?
Yi Yao, who had been comforting himself, seemed to have expected what Qi Ming would say. He reacted too quickly, and the words lying in his mouth blurted out.
Didn't even think about it.
Just a word.
Qi Ming was at a loss for words, but later found out the question on his question.
qimingSorry, I didn't mean that frivolous.
qimingI mean, I haven't fulfilled my obligations as a friend when you come back and hold a small welcome party for you.
qimingOf course, if you don't like the fun, how about we eat some food stalls on the side of the road?
There must be a problem, why ask Yi Yao out after seeing that Uncle Yi, it's hard not to let people think about it.
yiyaoNot someone you used to know.
yiyaoBesides, my mom won't let me go out with people I don't know well.
The refusal is clear.
Gu Senxi knew that although he couldn't make choices for Yi Yao, he could always be by her side.
Silently support Yi Yao's every decision.
gusenxiAh... monitor, you are too late.
gusenxiI have made an appointment to play after school today.
Gu Senxi's voice was far away, and it densely pierced Qi Ming's heart.
Qi Ming never called Yi Yao that way, but he called Gu Senxiang that way.
In the past, Gu Senxiang's name was Xiangxiang on Qi Ming's mobile phone note.
qimingGu Senxi, why did you call her... Yaoyao.
yiyaoWe are boyfriend and girlfriend.
yiyaoSo called, do you still have to report to the monitor?
qimingMale... boyfriend or girlfriend...
Qi Ming chewed these four words.
The class bell rang as often as possible, and he returned to his seat dully, and then let out a long sigh from the depths of his lungs.
This is not the first time Yi Yao has pushed Qi Ming away.
A year ago, Qi Ming and Gu Senxiang often went home together, and Yi Yao would refuse Qi Ming's invitation to travel with her. She doesn't want to be a light bulb.
That year, Yi Yao looked at Qi Ming, who was smiling with Gu Senxiang, and his heart seemed to be flowing through a river. All the emotions and fluctuations of the past were buried by the fine sinking sand at the bottom of the river. I don't know when it will be re-exposed to the sun by the movement of the earth's crust, and I don't know if it has become a fossil at that time, or if it has been worn away and nothing is left. These are the most beautiful things in my youth, flashing like tears, slowly sinking to the bottom of the river.
Day by day, watching Qi Ming, who was out of the world of Yi Yao, became bright again.
Day by day, it glows with more dazzling brilliance.
No longer have to accompany Yi Yao slowly through that cold and lengthy dark alley.
We meet from the crowd, we part from the crowd.
Sometimes, pushing away is also a kind of fulfillment.