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Chapter 103 Annotation for ten years, killing glasses

Qin Jiazhe bent down and got into the car, pressed his brows tiredly with his fingertips, and suddenly remembered the look in Cheng Xuran's eyes when he came to open the door just now.

It's hard for Qin Jiazhe to describe the weight of it.

The changes in her eyes in just a few seconds didn't look like she was in a drama, but more like a true portrayal.

A whole world of changes.

It’s hard to think about what I went through.

Qin Jiazhe suddenly felt curious, but stopped at a distance.

"Song-Yan-Qing?"

Who is this name?

In the rear mirror.

The person standing on the road waited for the burnt out, and put out the cigarette. The dense white mist rose from his fingertips, bypassing the line of his Adam's apple that was protruding because of his raised head.

Song Yanqing squinted his eyes, raised his head and stared at the place upstairs for a while, and waited until the smell of smoke was almost gone before he went upstairs leisurely.

It's a pity that the phone rang and broke his thoughts. Qin Jiazhe looked at the caller ID, swiped to connect, and said in a calm tone, "I'm still on the night shift, so I didn't hang up beforehand."

Landlady: "Has the item been delivered?"

Scored twice and persevered.

Qin Jiazhe suddenly said: "She has someone she likes."

The landlady is very persistent: "There is no corner that cannot be dug, only a hoe that does not work hard."

Qin Jiazhe remained calm.

"Are you sick?"

He hung up the phone and returned to the hospital for duty.

When the knock on the door rang again, Cheng Xuran had just signed for the takeaway and was reading a book.

I ordered the takeaway on the app before I got home, crayfish with beer, I didn't expect Song Yanqing to send a message saying that I can't return it, but if I can't eat it, I can freeze it in the refrigerator first.

She collected the small specialties sent by Ms. Lu.

She waited for someone, and turned the pages to read the book, which was "Red and Black".

From the beginning of fate.

At that time, the heart was concussed, and someone resonated.

Later, weeds overgrown and they parted ways.

So this book was also sealed in the wilderness, and there was a place in my heart where a long-bright lamp burned, its light was weak but never extinguished all year round, with a hint of hope blown by the wind.

Midsummer night's wind blows and rises, so the wild grass springs up.

She later bought this book from the bookstore where she worked part-time in high school, and it was the one they had read together.

At that time, the bookstore allowed annotations, with his sixteen or seventeen-year-old handwriting on it.

The margins of the books have turned yellow over the years, and no matter how well preserved they are, they will leave traces engraved by the years.

Can't go back to the original appearance.

Things are like this, and so are relationships between people.

The so-called white moonlight is just an image that is constantly beautified and blurred in memory.

But he is not.

The boy's handwriting remained in the thick book. At that time, his heart was higher than the sky, and even the words he wrote were full of vigorous strength, and every stroke was frivolous.

Cheng Xuran rubbed her eyes, and ran her fingertips over the words on the page. Below the scribbled and sharp words, there was a line of graceful fonts.

Notes she wrote later.

In the past ten years, I have written some more one after another.

The handwriting is old and new again.

Wait for a reunion.

Perhaps he had long since forgotten the book.

He will not remember that the books he borrowed casually will be bought and put away for ten years.

Cheng Xuran watched very quietly, but when she heard the knock on the door, she put down her book and opened the door, this time she won't gamble again, she was as lukewarm and slow as a little turtle, she frowned slightly, wondering if it was Ms Lu again?
Until he said hello.

Song Yanqing asked: "Why are you so surprised to see me doing this?"

He was wearing a black shirt tonight, probably because of his work. He had a pair of black half-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and had not taken them off. His lips were thin and seductive, and the lines were cold and attractive.

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