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Chapter 198 I originally set my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch (41)

Song Wenjing hasn't seen Yan Ran for a long time.

Yan Ran is different from ordinary students.

She has a lot of background and capital. Even if she doesn't come to school, any teachers and leaders can only pretend not to see her.

The dormitory also became empty because there was one person missing.

For Yan Ran, studies and grades are completely unnecessary.

And he is completely unnecessary to Yan Ran.

Song Wenjing looked at the rows of books on the bookshelf. The library was very quiet, so quiet that there was almost only the sound of turning books.

His eyes flicked over the books one by one, but he was thinking about things that were completely out of reach with these books.

Finally, he took a book on philosophy.

It's called "The Unstoppable Wind"

Song Wenjing raised her head and took a deep breath, feeling extremely stuffy in her chest.

He found a corner and sat down, flipping through it roughly, the densely packed text gave him an urge to tear it up.

In a trance, it seemed that someone was talking.

Song Wenjing raised her eyelashes slightly.

The windows of the library were open, and the fresh air from outside mixed with the smell of sunlight drifted in.

Now, there is another flavor.

Lightly, lightly, they came to his side along with the wind, and then a strange sense of peace surrounded Song Wenjing's chest, and he gradually became less irritable.

This familiar smell made his whole body stiffen.

Song Wenjing didn't even raise his head, or rather he didn't dare to raise his head. The arm on the table showed traces of strong muscles due to restraint and forbearance.

Suddenly there was a slight noise next to him.

"Student Song..."

The careless voice brushed past the ears, and the gorgeous and extravagant tone was so captivating.

There was also a hint of hoarseness from just waking up.

Song Wenjing's pupils twitched slightly, and then slowly raised his eyes. He didn't know when the person sitting opposite was so clearly imprinted in his eyes.

The boy was so arrogant that he didn't even wear a school uniform. He wore a black short sleeve with a few English letters printed on it, and a decorative necklace hung around his neck, which formed a symmetry with the earrings.

Her amber pupils were very shallow under the sunlight. The wind blew the hair on the young man's forehead into a mess, but he didn't care. The flawless white jade face was like the finest mutton-fat jade, which faded under the sun. Light.

She looked at him quietly, her eyes vaguely sleepy and impatient.

The long, white fingers held a book.

A childish and colorful picture with a few words written on it.

"Grimm's Fairy Tales"

so cute.

Such an adjective suddenly appeared in Song Wenjing's mind.

He didn't see many good things, but the dull and disgusting things filled the gray streets, the walls covered with cobwebs, and the foul-smelling gutters.

The boring words, the heavy work day after day, the hard steps to survive, and the effort to make a meal.

The plastic bottles and cartons in the trash can that exude a rotten smell accompany him almost through elementary school and through junior high school.

Now look at such a beautiful person in front of me,

Everything seemed to be slowly fading and stained with something else.

Then, an indescribable feeling of restlessness surged up in his complicated heart.

He couldn't figure out why.

Just an urge to find out this beauty.

Because he knows better than anyone that this beauty does not belong to him.

The boy lowered his eyelashes, breathed a little heavily, and suddenly frowned, looking very anxious.

His bony fingers clenched the paper tightly, and his palms were sweating.

"Hey!"

Yan Ran yelled again, and Song Wenjing seemed to wake up suddenly.

He looked at her in a panic, his pupils shaking.

Yan Ran thought that the other party was frightened by him, and the gloom of being woken up dissipated immediately.

She has always been like this, emotions come and go quickly, showing a smile.

"Good student, what about studying?"

Her tone was full of playfulness and jokes, which made Song Wenjing feel uncomfortable.

Song Wenjing looked at her, her thumb hanging by her side unconsciously pressed her fingertips hard, and after a while, she made a muffled sound in her throat, which was a response.

Yan Ran held up her chin and flipped through "Grimm's Fairy Tales" casually with her fingers, while saying, "Why do you turn into a boring gourd after not seeing her for a few days? She is so unlovable."

Song Wenjing is just not likable.

From childhood to adulthood.

He is withdrawn, gloomy, and even looks too difficult to mess with because he is tall. Poverty and ferocity have always been his labels.

Everyone kept him out.

It's normal for Yan Ran not to like it.

Song Wenjing's heart was a little cold, the wind that just blew was still very gentle, but now he felt a little cold, piercing through his chest, and drifting to another unknown place.

He was too boring and couldn't say nice things. After Yan Ran said a few words to him, he lay on the table boredly and fell asleep again.

Song Wenjing pretended to be looking at the book with her head down, but in fact all her mind was no longer on it.

A long time has passed, and he hasn't even turned a page in his book.

It wasn't until Yan Ran was full of sleep that Song Wenjing pretended to look away as if nothing had happened.

When Yan Ran woke up, he was a little surprised to see Song Wenjing still there.

She had just woken up, and there was still a red mark on her left cheek because she had kept a posture all the time, which was especially obvious on her cold and white face.

"Are you still there?"

This time Song Wenjing responded quickly.

Yan Ran rubbed her face, got up and stretched, and was about to leave when she was full of sleep.

By coincidence, Song Wenjing stopped Yan Ran.

When Yan Ran turned his head and looked at him suspiciously, Song Wenjing spoke out what was in his heart.

"Are you going back to the dormitory tonight?"

Yan Ran was stunned first, then smiled, what about that smile?

Kind of bad.

"What? Afraid to sleep alone? Do you need my company?"

Song Wenjing's back was tense, and she didn't speak, as if tacitly acquiescing.

Yan Ran's smile deepened, with some sarcasm.

"You haven't weaned yet? Student Song."

Yan Ran left without leaving him an answer.

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At eleven o'clock in the evening, the lights were turned off. Song Wenjing knew that Yan Ran would not come back.

He closed his eyes, ready to fall asleep, and remained silent for several minutes.

After a few seconds, stand up.

Song Wenjing gave up decisively and picked up the book on the bedside table to read.

But the mood drifted away quietly and unknowingly.

Yan Ran has not returned to this dormitory after being released for a long time. It is filled with his own breath, and Yan Ran's smell has long since disappeared.

No.

not yet--

Song Wenjing's gaze stayed on the opposite bed.

The quilt was still messy and unfolded, as if the owner had just left and would be back soon.

There is also the other party's taste on it.

　Song Wenjing: Idiots are gone forever
　　
　
(End of this chapter)