Her mind drove her to move, and Xu Ning was like a possessed person, walking step by step towards Yang Pu, until she stopped in front of him. Only then did she have the urge to run away, but it was too late, as Yang Pu had already looked up at her.
She wanted to say something, but her throat felt dry and she couldn't utter a word.
Yang Pu raised his eyes, slowly gazing into Xu Ning's eyes, the deep-colored eyes as calm as a lake, with an unruffled composure: "Looking for me for something?"
The long-familiar sound that used to surround her, why does it now make me want to shed tears, a kind of sorrow and melancholy arises.
"Yangpu..." she whispered softly, with a thousand words and phrases in her mind, yet unable to utter a single word.
Yang Pu put down the pen in his hand, his expression was very calm, "It seems that you really have something to find me, then let's go out and talk..."
Get up, gently pull open the chair behind him, and walk towards the door.
Arriving at a quiet corner, Yang Pu stopped in his tracks, turned around and opened his mouth unhurriedly. He was also curious about what Xu Ning wanted to say to him.
Xu Ning hung her head low, her hair on both sides covering her eyes, she felt very at a loss, what was she doing anyway.
After a long time, she lifted her head and forced herself to look into Yang Pu's eyes. She bit her lips and then let go, "There is a girl in our class who likes you and wants me to pass on the message." She was a very clever girl, when she was really at a loss, she could always find a good way to cover up her embarrassment.
Yang Pu crossed his arms over his chest and nodded, "En, what did that girl want to say to me?" He continued to ask patiently along with her words.
"She said, she said..." Xu Ning moved his lips, not knowing how to continue, and after a moment of hesitation, he continued: "She wants to ask you, do you have a girlfriend?"
"No!" Yang Pu said frankly.
Xu Ning's eyes widened in surprise. "How is that possible? You clearly have a girlfriend!"
"Is that so? It seems you know me better than I do myself—" Yang Pu sneered coldly.
"There are photos of you and her -" Xu Ning wanted to refute, but halfway through, he found himself overly concerned about Yang Pu, and quickly shut his mouth.
"She is Bai Yang's girlfriend——" His calm and elegant expression, unruffled and untroubled, seemed to see through everything in the world, his deep eyes like stagnant lake water, as if they had absorbed countless unspeakable vicissitudes.
This time Xu Ning was completely stunned, staring at Yang Pu, unable to utter a single word for a long time.
"After a long time, she choked and said, 'In that hotel in Nanjing, I clearly saw you whispering intimately to her ear, she even came to school to find you, and you two were holding hands. But now you're telling me she's Bai Yang's girlfriend? How can I believe you?' Xu Ning's eyes had actually been filled with tears for a long time, knowing that she had misunderstood Yang Pu and missed him for so long."
Yangpu silently stared at Xuning, originally she had been paying attention to everything about him all along, but had disguised herself.
Finally, big drops of tears fell from Xuning's eyes, and at this moment, the emotions that had been buried for too long could no longer be restrained and were about to erupt.
"Yang Pu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The voice was fragmented from crying. The sharp and cold armor finally fell off, and he cried like a wronged child.
"There's nothing to apologize for—" Yang Pu carefully took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to Xun Ning, saying calmly.
Xu Ning took over the napkin, covered her face and said with a sob, "I like you, I actually like you——"
If this sentence had been spoken earlier, it might have made the beautiful love complete, but now..., Yang Pu's heart is no longer staying for you, and you turn back to start, missing it, and losing it. Wanting to find it back, everything is too late.
Yang Pu let out a sigh, his heart slightly sour. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for those words? Too long, even I can't remember myself. Why do you like me but hurt me like that? My love is always inferior to your self-respect, isn't it? Xu Ning, when I loved you so much, you ruthlessly pushed me away, yet now that I've let go of you, you're coming back to find me. Sorry, I can't accept your love."
Xu Ning was taken aback, tears falling like broken pearls, pattering to the ground, her heart shattered all over. She shook her head in disbelief, shaking it again and again.
"Sorry, I still need to go in and study," Yang Pu said, wiping past Xun Ning's shoulder and leaving. He left only because he didn't want to see her tears; seeing them would only make him feel more miserable.
Tong Jing closed her eyes, undergoing brain treatment. In a flash, Bai Yang appeared in her mind - 6-year-old Bai Yang, holding a stone, wanting to throw it but not daring to, with an expression of hesitation. And then there was the time when she was 6 years old, Bai Yang took advantage of her turning around and suddenly held her face, kissed her mouth, and excitedly ran away, shouting everywhere that she was his wife.
Many days have passed like flowing water, and it seems that a piece of alum has been put into the memory, and all the yesterdays have been slowly precipitated out. It turns out that I am still thinking of Bai Yang.
After finishing her treatment and leaving the hospital, she found Gong Shengkai leaning against a Lamborghini sports car, slightly tilting his head, and gentlemanly waving at her.
Tong Jing walked over, but didn't get too close, keeping a distance of about two fists, and asked lightly, "Don't you have anything to do every day?"
Gong Shengkai's mouth curved up into a good-looking arc, smiling casually, "Come to pick you up, isn't it just having nothing to do?"
"I don't need you to pick me up, the subway here is very convenient."
"Make my car more convenient!" Gong Shengkai also didn't know when he learned to thicken his skin, his personality was actually very unwilling to please girls, but for Tong Jing, he was full of enough patience.
