Song Ye's white moonlight stand-in, I'm not right

Chapter 244 Is it worthy?

Qi Yue rubbed her eyes: "I see, you don't need to say it, it's already in the past tense."

Qi Huan hummed, looked at her, and said again: "I didn't want to tell you this, but you mentioned that I had eloped with Cheng Zhen. I always thought that my elopement with Cheng Zhen was the most important thing in my life. Worst choice ever made, I admit we were naive at the time."

"I have been entangled with Cheng Zhen for 11 years, Qi Huan, this year is not completely without any good memories worth remembering. If my ten years with him are trivial things, we have been calculating and discussing with each other. Why would I willingly stay by his side for so long if we quarreled?"

"I admit that it's good that Cheng Zhen is a scumbag, but for a moment, he is also good. No one is born a scumbag, and no one is a scumbag all his life. Qi Yue, do you think so?"

Somehow after Qi Huan finished his last sentence, Qi Yue suddenly thought of Fu Jing.

When she was very young, she was very willing to call Fu Jing brother, and she was willing to play behind him. Fu Jing was the only person who gave her warmth after she was kicked out of the house by Nie Wenjun, but he exposed his sexual orientation. Qi Yue even came out to his family members because of his sexual orientation. Qi Yue didn't dislike him when all this happened.

What really made it hard for her to accept was that Fu Jing lied to Yu Xi and wanted to marry Yu Xi, even though his trick failed in the end.

How could Fu Jing be a scumbag from birth? He also warmed Qi Yue like a little sun. He also naively thought that telling others about the person he liked would bring him blessings.

Later, not only did he not get happiness, but he was also accused as a freak, forced to choose a path he didn't like, and pretend to be affectionate with people he didn't like.

No one is wrong, what is wrong is this era.

After Qi Yue realized it, she asked Qi Huan: "You mean you still love Cheng Zhen?"

Qi Huan didn't say yes or no, he pondered for a while and said: "I have loved him for ten years, if I forget him so soon, my love for him will be worthless. Qi Yue, just like your forever I can't forget Song Zhaoyan, and I can't forget Cheng Zhen, but we all know that it's impossible to be with that person."

"No!" Qi Yue denied it flatly, "Don't compare Cheng Zhen with him!"

Seeing that she was provoked again, Qi Huan hurriedly said, "That's not what I meant, I didn't compare them, I just used an analogy."

Qi Yue frowned: "I hate this analogy."

Qi Huan was startled, and said randomly: "I understand, I won't talk about him in the future, I'm sorry."

Qi Huan was on the right track, knowing that this matter touched Qi Yue's rebellious scales, Qi Yue would not say anything as soon as he apologized.

Qi Yue glanced at Qi Huan, knowing that their conversation had come to an end and there was nothing more to say.

September has arrived, and it will be the first anniversary of Song Zhaoyan's death soon. She and Song Yan's wedding date is set during the National Day of the [-]th. It was originally supposed to be in June, but they had to postpone it because of a series of lawsuits. In the end, all the invitations were rewritten, and the previous ones were drawn by Qi Yue in the painting and sealed.

At the beginning, Qi Yue planned to hold an art exhibition in September, but she didn't really care about her statement.What she wants everyone to know more is not her name, but Song Zhaoyan's name.

There was once a person whose painting skills had already surpassed the level of many painters. He should have been a very successful painter, but he never thought of becoming famous. art teacher.

Some time ago, she told Song Yan that she wanted to exhibit Song Zhaoyan's paintings at the art exhibition, but Song Yan refused.

Song Yu said that his little uncle's paintings were clearly written in his will, and that they were all left to his grandfather. If his grandfather didn't want to take them out, he couldn't take them out either.

Qi Yue looked down and stared at her nails, she would be stunned. After a while, she stood up and said, "No matter what you choose, I hope you will be responsible for your own decision. The invitation has also been delivered, so I'll be leaving first."

It was inconvenient for Qi Huan to see her off with his stomach full, so he moved to the door and watched Qi Yue leave.

Almost the same back, almost the same appearance, but their fate has gone the opposite way.

Qi Yue went downstairs, and Song Yan's car was already waiting below, I don't know how long he had been waiting.

Qi Yue opened the car door and went up, and asked Song Yan: "When did you come, have you finished trying on the clothes?"

Song Yan glanced at her, and said: "It didn't take long, after the trial, it fits quite well, and it has been sent home."

Looking at the receding scenery outside the window, Qi Yue suddenly asked Song Yan: "How long has Cheng Zhen been sentenced?"

"Four years and three months, he is an attempted crime, and the sentence is not long."

Qi Yue nodded, then turned to look out the window again.

Song Yan saw that her complexion was not very good, she looked very happy when she set off in the morning, but her complexion was not very good when she saw Qi Huan, and she didn't know what happened.

Halfway through, Song Yan asked Qi Yue, "What happened?"

Qi Yue has been in a daze, as if she didn't hear him at all.

Song Yan stopped asking, looked at Lu seriously, and stopped talking.

After Song Yan sent her home, he went out again, saying that he was going to the company to deal with some matters, Qi Yue didn't ask any further questions, and let him go.

In the afternoon, she went to the studio alone for the whole afternoon, took out all the paintings to be exhibited, and put them in order.

After the exhibition ended, she also sealed Song Zhaoyan in her memory.

Now that she was with Song Yan and fell in love with Song Yan, even if Song Zhaoyan had passed away, she did not intend to hide Song Zhaoyan in her memory anymore, and let Song Zhaoyan occupy the place in her heart that should belong to Song Yan.

The sky was getting dark, and Song Yan never called her. When Qi Yue was about to go home, it suddenly rained heavily. The studio didn't have an umbrella, so he could only go back when the rain stopped or when it was lighter.

Qi Yue closed the balcony window to prevent the moisture from getting her paintings, then sat on the stool and called Song Yan.

Song Yan didn't know what he was doing and didn't answer her call.

There was lightning and thunder outside the window, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier. Qi Yue checked the weather forecast, and the rain would not stop for a while. Qi Yue was worried about Song Yan, and planned to go back in the rain like this.

After checking all the windows in the room, she made an appointment for a car, turned off the lights and rushed out.

When Qi Yue went downstairs, she vaguely saw a car parked downstairs, which looked like Song Yan's, and when she looked closely at the license plate number, it really belonged to Song Yan.

Qi Yue saw Song Yan inside the car by the light of the street lamp, with his head resting on the steering wheel, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Song Yan!" Qi Yue slapped the car window and called Song Yan's name.

Song Yan suddenly raised his head to look at her, opened the car door the next second and got out, stuffing her into the car.

"Why are you running around in such heavy rain?" Song Yan frowned and asked her.

(End of this chapter)