my sister never called brother

It's very true that boys use girls to decorate themselves, and they can't tell whether they like the girl in front of them or treat her as an object.

In Liao Meizhong's eyes, Su Xiaowei is the most beautiful vase in the world.

Beautiful, smart, and understanding.

It is difficult to keep a low profile with this kind of external personality, she must be a very popular beautiful girl in school

Liao Meizhong came up with a stupid idea, wanting to use Su Xiaomai to improve her reputation and satisfy her poor vanity.

But the ignorant feelings will eventually dissipate, and in the river of time, only faint memories can be left.

Liao Meizhong has come to her senses, but now it seems...it's too late.

Only when everything is weathered into sand can we save it.

The collapse of the relationship is accompanied by the sand and stones slowly dissipating.

Liao Meizhong walked out of the office building, planning to go back to class to pack up her things, then leave without making a sound and transfer to another school.

But as soon as I went downstairs, I saw a person standing in the rain on the vast playground that should have been empty.

The red-haired girl stood in the vast rain, facing the dilapidated and rain-soaked stage.

The strands of red hair lost their luster as before, and fell down one by one, knotted with willows, twisted together rigidly, like strips of mop mopping the floor, dirty and ugly.

The sky was dark and heavy, and there seemed to be a huge beast in the black clouds, slowly wriggling in the wind and clouds.

The rain kept falling, hitting An Lan's shoulder mercilessly, without any feeling of pity.

Like the silky rain thread of a cage, I don't know how many people have been imprisoned.

Liao Meizhong looked at An Lan who was in the green field from a distance.

A lot of words came out of my stomach for a while.

He didn't think too much, just ignored the rushing rain, strode into the rain, and walked towards An Lan.

The encounter between a boy and a girl is often beautiful, and it is worth reminiscing again and again.

But when Liao Meizhong and An Lan met, it was in the pouring rain, the bad and depressing weather, it didn't look good, and it wasn't worth looking back on.

Liao Meizhong stopped behind An Lan and looked at the back of the red-haired girl.

Raindrops frequently fell on the two of them, wetting their clothes and sticking to their icy skin.

The cold humidity rises and fills the air, making people feel stressed.

"Xiaolan..."

After walking in, Liao Meizhong realized that An Lan's face was pale and looked very miserable.

When An Lan heard Liao Meizhong's voice, she looked back abruptly, her eyes were confused and dull, full of inexplicable emptiness, and she was much less energetic than before.

"Is that so, you were also hit by her..."

An Lan saw that Liao Meizhong appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time, and instantly knew what was going on.

At first she knew that something was not right, if it was just to deal with herself, it would be too much effort.

"It's not accurate to add insult to injury..." Liao Meizhong pursed her lips, a raindrop flowed from her forehead to the tip of her nose, "It's because she hated me..."

"Heh..." An Lan actually laughed, with a very bitter expression, "Then do you still like her now?"

Facing An Lan's question, Liao Meizhong was silent for a while.

The raindrops slapped the grass, making a crisp sound of "da da da".

The wind carried moisture and passed by the ears of the two of them.

"Rather than liking it, it's more accurate to say it's longing." Liao Meizhong's face was stiff, and she said with an ugly smile——

"I aspire to be like her."

Chapter 370 The Sixth Truth

An Lan didn't speak, and was even more lifeless than before.

The rainwater slowly flowed down the constrained red hair and lay down on the slender neck.

The drizzling sound is subtle and long, entwining the world like a silk thread.

"Am I naive?" Liao Meizhong said to herself calmly behind An Lan, "I actually look forward to her."

"Well, very childish." An Lan agreed, without any expression on her face.

Her figure appeared hazy in the rain and fog, not so real.

Liao Meizhong twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled, "That's what I said..."

"Actually, I'm naive too." An Lan said suddenly.

"Eh!?" Liao Meizhong's eyes widened in astonishment, looking through layers of rain, looking at An Lan's face like a summer flower.

"Like you, I also look forward to her..." An Lan's voice was melodious, like something that had been suppressed for a long time, burst out in an instant.

"Really..." Liao Meizhong lowered her head as if waking up from a dream, and murmured, "So we are all the same..."

"But..." An Lan pursed her lips lightly, and what came into her mouth was the bitterness of Qiu Yu, "It's over now, those rumors can finally stay away from me, maybe it's a kind of relief for me, right?"

Liao Meizhong opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

Maybe he also has a lot of questions, but he hasn't asked them all the time.

Now that everything is coming to an end, many secrets may come to the surface.

The icy autumn rain hit the two of them like a thick curtain of mist, delicate and moving with the slight wind.

"You and senior..." Liao Meizhong hesitated to speak, swallowed silently, the rain splashed on his face, making him feel a little numb, "Is it really for becoming the vice president?"

"Are you referring to me having sex with senior?" An Lan spoke frankly, and said... the embarrassing words for Liao Meizhong.

"This..." Liao Meizhong frowned, her teeth were closed, her hands were firmly grasping her trousers, showing her pale bones.

A feeling of powerlessness came from the inside out, like an unarmed villager facing a fire-breathing dragon.

"That's right, I just want to be the vice president..." An Lan smiled miserably, the raised corners of her eyes and wet eyelashes were extremely beautiful.

"..." Liao Meizhong didn't continue to speak, but knit his eyebrows together, his mood at the moment is self-evident.

For a long time, there was a glimmer of hope in Liao Mei's center, thinking that An Lan was not that kind of person, and that self-respect and self-love could still be achieved no matter what.

But the final answer seemed to be that An Lan had already said it. He seemed cold-blooded and ruthless, and trampled on the last sliver of hope in Liao Mei Center without hesitation.

Dull skies, icy rain.

Everything seems to portend the answer.

"But..." An Lan suddenly changed the subject and said softly, "I said I didn't sleep with senior, do you believe it?"

"I...I believe..." Liao Meizhong's tone was weird and not very firm.

"Oh, it's very reluctant..." An Lan smiled helplessly.

Liao Meizhong lowered her head, bit her lip, water dripped from the clenched trouser line, and slowly flowed down her hand.

An Lan raised her smooth forehead and looked at the billowing dark clouds, "I didn't sleep with my senior, I just went to a lover's hotel, and I didn't do anything out of the ordinary."

Liao Meizhong raised her head in surprise, with a puzzled look on her face.

"After my senior and I entered the hotel, he couldn't wait to take off his clothes, and then I took a nude photo." An Lan paused, as if recalling, "Then I threatened him that if he doesn't recommend me as the vice president, I called the police and said he raped me, and that's how it was, I never did anything to be sorry for myself."

Liao Meizhong was in a daze, speechless, his Adam's apple swayed up and down, the cold rain made his body a little stiff, and he couldn't believe whether what he heard was true.

If what An Lan said was true, so many people would talk about her behind her back, calling her a bitch, prostitute, scheming, and all kinds of foul language...

How on earth did this girl survive?

I am afraid that only An Lan knows the humiliation journey.

Liao Meizhong didn't know until now that An Lan was much stronger than her appearance.

An Lan didn't look into Liao Meizhong's eyes, obviously she didn't want to look at him.

"Then you..." Liao Meizhong hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help asking, "Then you used me?"

"Yeah, I used you..." An Lan looked at Liao Meizhong, and smiled without a trace of magazine, "If you don't let you see how I give up on myself, will you stand by my side?"

"Me!" Liao Meizhong was about to speak, but was interrupted by An Lan.

"You won't, absolutely not, you will stand by Xiaomao's side and circle around her like before."

Liao Meizhong tightly shut her mouth and stopped talking.

Because he realized that this was the case, he dared not deny what An Lan said.

He himself really liked to hang out with Su Xiaomai in the past, whether he was busy or not, he always liked to chat with that smiling girl.

And An Lan... just followed Liao Meizhong and stood by, looking a little out of place.

A few strands of wet hair ran across An Lan's forehead, leaving a long and narrow stream of rain stains.

"I'm sorry for taking advantage of your kindness."

Liao Meizhong was troubled in her heart, feeling very uncomfortable and a little out of breath.

It was like a lone wolf, showing its gleaming fangs, strangling him tightly by the throat.

Unable to call for help, he could only struggle hard, slowly waiting for death in suffocation.

"Forget it..." Liao Meizhong showed a bitter smile and shook her head, "It's all over, so there's no need to mention it..."

For Liao Meizhong, many things have come to an end, and all hatred, annoyance, and regret will disappear.

The pen and ink of youth have stayed on this title page for too long, and dense stories fill every corner.

If you don't draw a full stop, turn the title page...

Wonderful story, never to be seen again.

The two were speechless, living in the hazy misty rain.

The billowing dark clouds are surging, drifting away with the wind.

An Lan lowered her head slightly, looking at the toes of her little leather shoes, which were covered with crystal raindrops.

If it is not in the rainy autumn, it would be like stepping on the morning dew.

She didn't speak because there was no secret anymore.

Some are just things that have never been said.

Liao Meizhong didn't speak either, thinking about all kinds of what-ifs in her heart.

If I didn't ask Su Xiaomai to watch a movie.

If you chat with An Lan more.

If you stay away from the two of them.

……

Liao Meizhong tasted regret for the first time.

No matter which point is changed, the ending of the story will not be like this.

Liao Meizhong learned a lot from this remorseful youth.

He felt his youth was strange now.

Not happy.

Not sad.

It's something in the middle—ordinary.

Full of gray humor, it makes people cry and laugh.

"Hey..." An Lan called out softly, raising her head, "Who do you really like now?"

Liao Meizhong's brows relaxed, her tone was helpless.

He didn't answer An Lan directly, but asked——

"I say I like you now...is it too late?"

Chapter 370

Zhou Han held the student union's spare umbrella.