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Xie Jingchuan's tears had fallen at an unknown time.
Dampen the paper and stain the writing.
She wrote a lot.
However, one thing was for him, and very few people would even mention him.
He never knew.
To like a person, how could one become so humble?
Xie Jingchuan closed his diary and looked out the window.
At some point, the sky had already brightened up, and the crisp sound of a bird could be heard.
Following the flapping wings of the birds that stopped at the window, the first rays of the morning sun shone in. It was so bright that no one wanted to open their eyes.
Song Youran said that he liked this kind of morning the most.
Xie Jingchuan closed his eyes and fell on the bed.
He didn't know when the drowsiness had arrived.
He fell asleep.
Falling into a blurred dream.
He vaguely remembered that year in the ruins, where the tremors were unceasing.
Everything around him seemed to fall into a deathly silence.
Dust and blood was constantly falling everywhere. The smell of blood spread in the surroundings and he was screaming in pain. Only the girl who had reached out her hand to pull him was still alive.
The scene went back into the darkness.
He could not see the girl's face clearly.
Her hand was bleeding, just a little, and she was lying there, calling out his name.
He was afraid that if he didn't respond in the next moment, she would be the only one left.
As Xie Jingchuan listened to her voice, she slowly became quiet.
"Do you know?"
She said, "Actually, I've liked you for a long time. You're so nice..."Therefore, you definitely won't die??"
At that time.
He was clearly very close to death.
However, he felt that this girl's logic was truly problematic.
But she said, "You have to stay alive. At least, if you say that you like me, then?? Wouldn't I lose?? "
Xie Jingchuan thought at that time.
This girl must be a merchant at home.
At a time like this, thinking about losing money was still a good idea.
More and more time passed.
The surrounding voices gradually quieted down.
Everything fell into a deathly silence.
Even her gentle call gradually died down.
That year, Xie Jingchuan was twenty years old.
There were many girls who said they liked him. They would pretend that they met him on a rainy day to help him hold up his umbrella. They would make him some chocolate cookies and invite him to have a taste.
Someone would write him a brilliant love letter, someone would sing a song at the school a iversary to show his feelings.
Snow Flower had watched a lot.
On the contrary, he felt that it was meaningless.
His friends all said that Xie Jingchuan was a person who did not know when to stop due to luck.
He didn't know how to endure having so many beautiful women chasing him.
Even he himself felt that he really didn't know how to like a person.
Until that day.
He heard the girl's choked voice close at hand.
He could feel her warm blood dripping on his face.
She used the phrase 'like him' to say as if they were going to die together.
On that day, when Xie Jingchuan was pressed under the rubble, he could only make a small sound, and his body could not move at all.
But he could feel it.
His heart skipped a beat for the first time.
He had always felt that the heavens were fair.
Descending to your disaster will also bestow you with a rare beauty.
Xie Jingchuan was in her dream.
He heard her calling him again and again.
The figure invisible in the darkness now had a real outline, a clear face.
That person??
It was Song Youran.
He was lost in that dream.
No matter what, he couldn't wake up.
Until the sun broke through the ruins.
Song Youran tightly gripped his hand, and slowly loosened it as well.
In the silent world.
He was the only one left. What was this barren wasteland before his eyes?
"Jing Chuan!"
"Jing Chuan??"
"Doctor! Doctor."
Zhao Yang's voice sounded by his ear, "He's been sleeping for the past few days, I think he seemed to have..."He woke up."
The last voice sounded pleasantly surprised.
"My god."
Zhao Yang heaved a sigh of relief, "You have a high fever, you have been burning for three days, and you are about to be burnt to a fool, do you know? If you don't wake up, Liang Yi will not be able to hide anything from the other two."
Xie Jingchuan opened his eyes. The ceiling was white, and the room was very simple.
He pulled back the covers and tried to get out of bed.
Zhao Yang immediately stopped him: "You just woke up! "What are you doing!?"
Xie Jing came in with fruit and a thermal container."Big bro, you're awake!" Hurry and kill me and Brother Zhao Yang."
"Where's Song Youran?"
Xie Jingchuan sat on the sickbed with a wooden expression and asked only this one question.
The two of them stopped at the same time and looked at each other.
After a while.
Zhao Yang then said, "Have you burned it for too long that you are not completely awake? Just lie down and rest for a while."
Xie Jingchuan's face turned pale white, "She's not here, is she?"
Xie Jing was a little taken aback.
"She really is??" "He's blaming me."
Xie Jingchuan seemed to be muttering to himself, "She's not willing to come out."
"Don't want to see me."
"Jing, Jing Chuan??"
Zhao Yang tried to interrupt him.
Xie Jingchuan had already gotten off the sickbed and changed his clothes to go to the company.
Zhao Yang and Xie Jing could not stop him.
Xie Jing couldn't hold back any longer and was on the verge of bursting into tears."Bro??" Song Youran, she's dead, you?? "You??"
"No, she's not dead."
Xie Jingchuan said with absolute certainty: "She's waiting for me to regret it.
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