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Chapter 66 Fanwai : The Bright Sky and the Moon

Chapter 66 Fanwai (Yan Ke): The Bright Sky and the Moon
When Yan Ke met Lin Fengya for the first time, she was 17 years old and looked a bit embarrassed.

The white sweater was covered with light brown milk tea liquid, and there were a few black pearls in the middle, which looked a little dirty.The milk tea liquid permeated through the layers of clothing and onto the skin, which was actually a little hot.

The perpetrator was at a loss, kept apologizing, and looked flustered, but just blocked her way to deal with it. When she was impatient and planned to suppress it violently, a box of tissues was handed to her.

The proprietress of the milk tea shop is a very sentimental person. Even a pack of tissues is packed in a wooden, exquisite tissue storage box. There are two small compartments on the storage box. One contains a few pens and the other There was a lighter in it, and his hand just held the corner of the wooden lattice, thin and long.

She was taken aback for a moment, quickly took the tissue paper, and said thank you softly.

The person in front of her didn't speak, she turned her body slightly, and walked past her. She lowered her head and wiped the mess on her body, and she seemed to smell a faint scent of pine and bamboo.

Thinking of that white and slender hand, she unconsciously raised her head and looked outside the door, but only saw a blue-gray corner of her clothes.

She lowered her head, not knowing why, suddenly feeling a little lost.

When I saw him again, it was on the tree-lined avenue of the campus. The leaves of the sycamore trees on both sides were almost gone, and it looked a bit bleak and bare.

She squatted on the side of the road to tie her shoelaces, and two people walked by her, one of them was wearing a pair of fluorescent sneakers, and the black trouser legs were rolled up to her knees, revealing a pair of strong calves in this midwinter season; A lot more reserved, wearing a pair of low-key white sneakers, the shoes are a little shallow, revealing a pale ankle.

She unconsciously stared at that ankle in a daze. She didn't know why, but suddenly remembered the hands she saw before, pale and thin, with well-defined joints.

As if being bewitched, the urgent urging in her heart made her raise her head slowly, and then she saw a pair of familiar hands clasping the drawing board on the man's back.

It's him!

The boy was wearing a gray v-neck sweater with a white shirt lining it, and was walking on the tree-lined road covered with fallen leaves with a drawing board on his back. A simple back view can be included in the painting.

He seldom talks, and more often he listens quietly, occasionally turning his face to the side, responding with a sentence or two, with a cold expression on his face.

If all the love at first sight was due to lust, then she thought, from his hands, to his ankles, and then to that handsome side face, she probably really fell in love with him.

Later, when she went to confess, it was a matter of course.

In fact, she lied to Nancheng.On the day she sent the love letter over, the studio was not empty as she had told her. She put the love letter away, but it happened to be him walking towards her.

He glanced coldly at her who was standing next to his usual seat, bent down without saying anything, and took out a bunch of keys left in the drawer.

In that drawer was the love letter she had just put in.

Did you see it?
She couldn't remember how she felt in those few seconds. She was probably so nervous that she was sending a love letter for the first time in her life.

But as if he hadn't found anything, he took the things and left without looking at her again.

The footsteps gradually went away, and she couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or what, but after all, he didn't directly refuse, did he?

Carefully guarding the little hope in her heart, she chased him into a field where she had no experience, just to get closer to him, and then made so-called encounters with secret joy again and again, but looked at him. Time and time again, he bypassed his side without looking sideways.

It was also from that time that she realized that the love letter that was not dealt with immediately was probably just because he didn't care.

She always felt that Lin Fengya's name was too gentle and elegant, which didn't match his cold and ascetic temperament. Until later, she saw him in N University.

Sometimes, after chasing someone for a long time, it will become a habit.So, when she just accidentally looked up from the phone page, the first thing she noticed was him in the crowd.

I haven't seen him for a year, but he seems to be a little taller, wearing a black scarf that wraps around his neck, slightly covering his chin.

He seemed to be talking to someone on the phone, holding the phone in one hand and sticking it to his ear, with lowered brows and eyes, revealing a bit of softness and joy, the whole person was incredibly gentle.It was this rare tenderness that made her joyous heart rise just now, like falling into a glacier.

She stood there blankly, and he approached her little by little. At that moment, she desperately wanted to escape, but the soles of her feet seemed to take root.

She vaguely heard him say to the person on the other end of the phone in a gentle and pampering manner, "...Okay, I see, I like it very much..."

The closest straight-line distance between her and him was two meters. He didn't notice her, and he didn't know if she was too small or he was too focused.

The first time she saw the woman on the phone was the tenth year she had known him, the fifth year she had stayed with him in the name of work, in France.

That woman is intellectual and elegant, bright and generous, full of style.

Married.

He looked at her eyes as if there were countless gentle starlights falling, with a hint of joy and restraint.

Like, she looked at him.

For the first time, she realized that the person she loved so humblely also loved another person so humblely, another person with a happy family and a happy family.

Unlike both of them.

At that moment, she suddenly felt a little dull.

It's obviously her story alone, and it's her obstinate desire to drag him and her to sink.

Later, she resigned because of a bad saying a few years ago, the world is so big, I want to see it.

Very worried.Very perfunctory.As if waiting for someone to stay.

The resignation application was approved quickly, which made her feel distressed.He asked nothing, said nothing.It took her ten years to walk to him, and he took three minutes to process her resignation letter.

She barely maintained the expression on her face, tried her best to pretend to be heartless, and asked him with a smile, "Is there no congratulations? The wealth is abundant, and it's good to make money every day!"

Look, people who were used to being heartless now have to work hard to pretend to be successful.

He raised his head to look at her, his eyes were calm and indifferent, without any doubts, no reluctance, and not even the slightest bit of emotion, just like that summer many years ago, when she passed by his side countless times.

"Good regards," he said.

He said this when her eyes were about to break into tears little by little.

The voice was still as clear as a chime that she liked.

She suddenly wanted to smile with her lips curled up, the kind with tears in her eyes.

This, she thought, was probably the last decency and greatest tenderness he could give her.

Later, she came to a small town full of amorous feelings, and met a group of kind and lovely friends again. Some excellent boys confessed to her, but she refused them one by one with a smile, very gentle.

Everyone knew that she had a white moonlight in her heart, she smiled lightly with them, quarreled with them, and then said calmly and breezyly, "When the white moonlight falls on the ground, it will turn into frost, don't worry about it. "

But she knows that he is not the white moonlight, he is the moon in the bright sky, her desperate dream, her desperate love, her unforgettable thoughts in her youthful memories, and a wound in her heart that can never be healed .

From 17 to 27 years old, their stories are over.

(End of this chapter)

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