Zhou Manchun, who was huddled in Jin Beisen's arms, nodded. His movements were light, almost imperceptible.
"Well, this song is called" stars ". I composed it."
"Why are you so excited to hear this song?" Jin Beisen asked indifferently, his eyes were thick fog, as if at the moment, even the air was quiet.
"Beisen, you always want to know my past, including This scar on my chest, I really think about it for a long time. It's time to tell you. " Zhou man's pure and crystal eyes flickered, full of restless colors, and his palm suddenly came out of the quilt, touching the scar on his chest across the silk quilt.
"Well, I'm all ears." Jin Beisen's deep ink eyes flashed a touch of heartache, and he didn't know his real thoughts at the moment.
"I used to have a very close friend..." Zhou Manchun is still burying her head on Jin Beisen's chest. She holds him tightly, as if afraid that he will leave at any time. At this moment, she is more vulnerable than the newborn baby.
"I really miss her." Tears had already filled the eyes and cheeks.
Jin Beisen's heart was mixed with a trace of pain. At the beginning, he hated Zhou Manchun for so many years, but today, listening to Zhou Manchun's saying everything, he felt that his heart was calmed a lot. At the same time, he had so little regret that he seemed to have done something wrong.
The calm handsome face suddenly raised a look of sullen. Jin Beisen was angry with himself. When he thought about what he had done to Zhou Manchun, including taking her for the first time when she was delirious, he felt very sorry.
If he didn't go to the bar that night, the story would be different.
At this moment, Jin Beisen understood that what is true love, love is nothing more than never want to see tears from her face
It's pure, it's simple.
But if the two didn't meet that night, wouldn't the following story happen?
Jin Beisen thought that he had been a heartless workaholic for a long time, but after meeting Zhou Manchun, he felt that everything had changed, including his previous unchanging life and the love for Lin Xingyan, which seemed to be disappearing slowly.
Now, his life is full of sunshine, just like the crystal lamp hanging on the ceiling. Open the window, there is sunshine coming in, and there is a light fragrance of flowers.
Isn't it good to live such a warm life?
There was silence in the bedroom, even the weeping sound of Zhou Manchun was slowly calmed down.
Zhou Manchun leaned on Jin Beisen's chest, listened to his strong and powerful heartbeat clearly, and said all the things that had been backlog in her heart for so long. She felt very happy.
Maybe he was tired of crying. Zhou Manchun felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. He didn't know what happened recently. He became very sleepy.
Zhou Manchun slept all afternoon, and this sunny afternoon, Jin Beisen has been with her, his heart, more chaotic than Zhou Manchun.
Jin Beisen is always thinking about whether he should confess to Lin Xingyan with Zhou Manchun. However, the woman driving the sports car and the woman playing the violin who met in the Bund a few days ago can't help but remind Jin Beisen of Lin Xingyan. Is she still alive?
If Lin Xingyan is still alive, how to choose her own.
Jin Beisen's eyes dimly looked at Zhou Manchun, who was sleeping soundly. His eyes, which were as bright as stars, gradually faded.
For a moment, Jin Beisen was afraid that Lin Xingyan was back
He slowly closed his heavy eyelids, his heart was full of guilt, heavier than a truck of rocks.
No.1 Middle School of city A.
The school day is still in full swing. At noon, everyone has a buffet in the school, with two hours of rest.
Ye Junwen looks around, looking for Jin Beisen and Zhou Manchun who have not been seen for a long time. Then he knows that they should have gone.
But Xu Ningsheng wanted to take care of the students, so he didn't walk with Jin Shuwen. Jin Shuwen sat alone in a quiet corner and didn't chat with her old classmates. In the morning, she just came back from the drama group. Now she felt a little sleepy.
Ye Junwen saw Jin Shuwen sitting in a corner drowsily, and beside her, there were several male students with dirty eyes. Ye Junwen raised his eyebrows angrily, and immediately walked to Jin Shuwen.
Seeing ye Junwen coming, these boys who are not in the right mind immediately walked away.
In those days, ye Junwen was also a famous bully in No. 1 Middle School of city A. compared with Jin Beisen, his temper was a little fiery. Ye Junwen, a young and frivolous man, liked to use violence to solve things.
Jin Shuwen narrowed her eyes. She didn't know the impending war. She just felt tired. What Jin Shuwen wore today can't be kept low-key. She didn't even make up.
It's a light pink silk shirt with a denim A-line skirt. It looks very youthful.
Suddenly, she felt a warmth coming from her body, as if someone had covered something for her. Jin Shuwen opened her eyes sensitively, and her sleepiness still bothered her, but what caught her eye was Ye Junwen's delicate, handsome face.
Jin Shuwen immediately sat down, and ye Junwen's silver gray suit slipped off her shoulder and landed on her leg.
Rubbing his bleary eyes, Jin Shuwen glanced at Ye Junwen, only feeling embarrassed.
It seems that she hasn't talked with Ye Junwen for a long time. It seems that she saw him on the big screen in the square last time.
I don't know when they began to be so strange.
Slender white tender fingers fell on his smooth suit jacket. Jin Shuwen picked up the suit and wanted to say thanks to Ye Junwen.
Ye Junwen seemed to know what she was going to say next, and he said with a smile: "Wen Wen, if you want to say thank you to me, it's not necessary. We are so familiar with each other, we don't need this sentence."
Jin Shuwen pursed her lips, and the hand holding the suit was neither on the top nor on the bottom. She was embarrassed and stuck in the air.
They used to know each other so well, but now they don't know what to say. When Jin Shuwen thought he was going to be embarrassed, ye Junwen spoke again.
"I know. You don't want to see me." Ye Junwen said sadly.
Jin Shuwen takes the hand that stops in the middle of the air and tightly holds the palm of his hand. His suit is still quietly covered on his thigh.