summer sinking

There was a strong wind outside the window.

The camphor tree is evergreen all year round, and the leaves rustle when the wind blows wildly.

The wind came in through the gap in the window that was not closed tightly, and it was as cold as if it was mixed with invisible silver needles. It pierced the back of the hand, sending chills to the bones and piercing the heart.

Xu Sui opened his fingers one by one, so cruelly.

The emotion called sadness filled his deflated balloon, and the swelling sadness squeezed his heart, leaving his heart with nowhere to rest.

The hand she had opened was unconscious and hung down weakly.

Jiang Yan's eyebrows were twisted into the Chinese character "Chuan", and blood filled his eyes.

Jiang Yan, who was arrogant and arrogant, never thought that he would lower his head in front of a woman. His eyes were sore and painful, and his eyes were covered with a layer of moist liquid.

His voice was lower than the previous question, "Xu Sui, you can't do this to me."

Xu Sui turned a deaf ear, found a tissue from his schoolbag, pulled it out, and wiped the painful area on his face.

There were traces of blood on the white tissue.

She hates the smell of smoke.

Jiang Yan smoked a cigarette at the front door of the classroom.

Xu Sui packed his schoolbag and walked towards the back door of the classroom with tissues in his hands.

Not responding is also a response.

The incandescent lamp above his head was bright, and the faint scent of her perfume lingered in the air.

That was the cheap perfume that her friend sprayed on her before she went on stage.

It doesn't smell good.

When it was sprayed, he could smell the strong and pungent smell from behind.

It smelled so good when sprayed on her.

The orange flavor is almost identical to the orange flavor.

Today she is like a walking orange gummy candy, sweet and attractive.

Smiling to everyone, to her friends, to the female classmates performing on the same stage, to Jiang Ye...

Except for him.

It's not that she has never been in love before. If she pursues someone who is beautiful and matches his eyes, and finds it interesting, Jiang Yan will agree.

When dealing with those relationships, he tried to keep them fresh and could not be said to be serious.

Got retribution.

Slumped over on her.

His liking for her came out of nowhere. At this point, Jiang Yan could no longer tell whether he was approaching her because of Jiang Ye's displeasure, or whether he wanted to approach her on his own initiative.

She hated him, but he insisted on getting in touch with her, begging her to be treated fairly.

Is it cheap?

Several tables fell over like a domino effect.

It is customary to vent dissatisfaction through violence, but it will not work.

The heart is still contracting violently.

Jiang Yan lit the cigarette and blew out a mouthful of white mist.

Gee.

It fucking hurts.

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Winter leaves are dry and brittle.

Step on it lightly, and it will shatter into pieces and pieces.

It's like the sound of crispy potato chips.

Xu Sui leaned sideways and hid behind a thick tree trunk.

She covered her mouth and held her breath so as not to make any sound.

The luxury car is parked in the parking space on the roadside. The pink Maserati has a 100% return rate.

Pedestrians passing by would look back at the car once or twice after walking a few steps, and a few of them were looking at her, a girl with strange behavior.

Xu Sui had only seen such luxury cars driven by gold-spending players in games.She held the shoulder straps of her schoolbag and stretched her neck to peek furtively, yet she was very upright.

The streetlight illuminated the pink Maserati, and the boy and girl stood face to face next to the car.

She was far away and couldn't hear what they said.

Jiang Ye's back was turned to her, and his expression and mouth could not be seen.

A small vendor set up a stall at the school gate, and the aroma of fried collarbones wafted over.

good smell.

Xu Sui tasted the bitter and salty taste of tears.

She squatted down with her back against the big tree, hugged her knees with her arms, and buried her head in it.

The light illuminates the dust floating in the air, and the strong winter wind is merciless, lifting the hair.

An Nan held her face with her hands and wrinkled her nose, "It's so cold, Jiang Ye, let's go to the car and talk, okay?"

Anjia's driver got out of the car, opened the door for them, bowed his body and said respectfully, "Master Jiang, Miss, please."

Young Master Jiang?

The name is disgusting.

The light in Jiang Ye's eyes dimmed, but he maintained his dignity and etiquette, "No need, just say a few words."

"Okay then." An Nan didn't force it and asked the driver to avoid it.

It's not the driver's turn to interfere in the master's affairs.

An's driver watched An Nan grow up and treated her like his own daughter. He took out a coat from the car.

An Nan took it and put it on, waiting for the driver to get back in the car.

She was 1.6 meters tall. She took a step forward, stretched out her hand to compare with Jiang Ye, revealing a row of shell teeth, "Jiang Ye, have you grown taller? You are taller than Jiang Yan."

"Ms. An, I have a girlfriend." Jiang Ye stepped back and kept a certain distance from her.

Hearing what he said, An Nan didn't feel too sad and said with a smile: "If you are not blessed by your family, wouldn't your choice be bad?"

"There is an old saying that a melon that is twisted is not sweet." Jiang Ye said calmly.

An Nan blinked her big light blue eyes, curled her fingers and faced herself, admiring Bulingbuling's manicure, and asked him playfully, "Does it look good? I made it new."

Jiang Ye didn't say anything.

She met his cold gaze and said bluntly: "I've heard this sentence before, but you are very handsome and have a good temper. When I see you, I feel good. If it's not sweet, it's not sweet. It quenches my thirst."

An Nan glanced at the manicure and said, "I like you who won't interfere with my ideas. If it were Jiang Yan, he would say it's ugly and he doesn't like it when he sees my manicure. But you won't. I'll pursue you." After living with you for so long, my friends all said that my pursuit of justice was annoying, but you never said anything to make me feel disappointed."

In junior high school, she pursued him passionately, confessing her love in public once a month, and there were gifts from her on his desk almost every day.

He never said that she had a bad personality and had a bad way of going her own way. At a banquet, he blocked the drink for her from a subordinate who didn't have long eyes.

An Nan clasped her fingers and weighed the pros and cons for him, "It won't hurt you to marry me. Uncle Jiang's company wants our family's investment in the new project. Isn't it the best of both worlds? Relationships can be cultivated, and people can change. You are now If you like that girl Xu Sui, maybe you will like me in the future."

Jiang Ye listened silently to what she said, and then slowly said, "An Nan, because I don't care about you."

Because he didn't care, it didn't matter to him what kind of things she did.

An Nan was stunned for a long time, then asked with a smile: "Is that so?"

When Jiang Ye mentioned her, his dark eyes lit up, "It's different now. I don't want to make her sad because of you."

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Xu Sui didn't know how long he had been squatting.

All I know is that my head hurts after crying for a long time.

When she heard the sound of the car starting and driving away, she wiped away her tears and raised her head from her arms.

"Xu Sui, don't cry." Jiang Ye knelt down on one knee and looked at her level.

Xu Sui ignored him and turned his head to look at the other side, "I heard that you are getting married? I wish you a happy marriage."

His cold hands covered her eyes, and her stinging eyes felt better after crying.

The line of sight is blocked and the senses are infinitely magnified.

Something soft fell on her forehead.

She heard him say—

"Is it familiar? Do you remember it?"