"Inaudible whispers are the most sincere."
- No.
The rose in the sun is really beautiful, and the petal powder is white, like the face of a little girl braided with horns, raising the corner of her eyes like a crescent moon in the low light.
Yan Haoxiang looked at the rose for a while, then looked at Song Jinan and spoke slowly,
yanhaoxiang"Maybe there are more than 5,000 flowers like you in the world, but only you are my unique rose."
Hearing this, Song Jin'an immediately turned his head and looked at Yan Haoxiang, with a little excitement and joy in his eyes.
songjinan"Little prince?"
Yan Haoxiang replied with a slight smile.
The little prince has always been a book that Song Jinan likes very much. She always thought that Yan Haoxiang's hobbies and hobbies were different from hers.
So it was really surprising to hear what he said in the book.
yanhaoxiang"I think this sentence is very convenient to say now, because it is exactly the same as what I thought, it is what I think at the moment."
This is a love story.
Hearing this, Song Jin'an subconsciously looked up at Yan Haoxiang. His amber eyes had a gentle look in the sun, and there was still a precious emotion in them. The smile on his lips did not appear to be casual. On the contrary, Song Jin'an could see that he was serious.
Only you are my unique rose.
Song Jin'an was stunned for a few seconds and then avoided her sight. To be honest, she was really a little flustered in her heart, and she even spurned her blushing and heartbeat at the moment, clearly saying that she would hate him for the rest of her life.
It was he who killed his father and his first child.
It was he who trampled all her heart under his feet.
He never thought how hurtful a random word he said could be.
Just like when even she was disgusted with himself, he said lightly: "Dirty is dirty, no matter how you wash it, it will not be clean."
This sentence cut off her last psychological line of defense. Later, her heart was already dead, and she would not be sad if she didn't move her heart.
This is what she tells herself to remember all the time.
After thinking about this, Song Jinan, who came back to his senses, had completely calmed down. The smile she used to hate was raised on the corner of her mouth. It was the smile that Yan Haoxiang often wore on his face, ironic and indifferent.
songjinan"It's obviously a very beautiful sentence, why is it so disgusting that you say it?"
After speaking, even Song Jinan was a little stunned, and she could no longer hesitate, just like Yan Haoxiang, who used to say sad words to the other party.
It was obviously a look that she hated herself.
Yan Haoxiang was stunned when he heard the words, and the corners of his raised mouth couldn't help but hang down for a moment. His slender body swayed, and after a few seconds, he finally recovered.
A smile rose again from the corner of his mouth, but it never reached the bottom of his eyes, he just said to her lightly,
yanhaoxiang"Yes, a very beautiful sentence."
Song Jin'an could only see the dazzling smile on the corner of his mouth, but she couldn't see any other emotions. She finally turned her head and stopped saying a word to him, see, he always has a way to make her unable to see his emotions.
He always hides himself well.
This is also an aspect that Song Jinan hates him very much.
When she was in middle school, she often gave Yan Haoxiang a carefully prepared gift, and he also had such a smile on the corner of his mouth. Song Jinan couldn't see anything else, and he didn't understand what Yan Haoxiang was thinking.
But seeing him laugh, she naively thought he was really happy.
She would happily wave goodbye to him and run home, only to find her long-awaited gift in the trash can on the corner of the hallway the next day.
At that moment, she couldn't tell how she felt, only that the little man on the gift box smiled bitterly.
