To The Lovely You

   His wish is very simple: he doesn't need her to like him, he just wants to continue to be nice to her, that's it.

   But she said that his kindness to her will make her feel pressure and burden... And he doesn't want his liking to bring her any burden.

   Therefore, for a long time, he deliberately controlled himself and ordered himself to suppress the surging wave of emotion in his heart.

   He forced himself not to approach her anymore, to stop caring about her, to be nice to her... He only allowed himself to stand in an unnoticed corner behind her, quietly watching her happiness and happiness.

   In this annual reunion festival, he couldn't help but sent her a text message. In fact, he still had many, many things to say to her, but in order not to disturb her, he finally only uttered four words.

  ——The simplest and most sincere wishes: Happy Chinese New Year.

  Su Rourou looked at the four words sent by Ke Shaoze, and was stunned for a long time. Although she is "single stupid", she is not hopelessly stupid.

   She knows that some people's blessing text messages on New Year's and festivals are completely perfunctory; but there is a kind of person who uses the opportunity of sending blessing text messages to... secretly express their inner feelings,

   After thinking about it for a long time, she still chose one of the complicated blessing text messages to reply to him.

  Ke Shaoze stood in the cold wind, looking at the information displayed on the screen of his mobile phone, his dark eyes deepened.

   He put the phone in his pocket, and then put his cold hands in it.

   The screen of the phone lights up for a while, then slowly dims and enters the locked state.

   And what is displayed on the screen is an unsent text message: Brother Rou, if I leave, will you miss me?

  Luo Yichen looked at Su Rourou with a cold face and stared at the phone for a long time. In fact, he had already seen the sender's name.

   His fists clenched unconsciously: Ke Shaoze, why hasn't he given up yet! Taking advantage of the opportunity to send group blessings during the Spring Festival, he came to entangle again!

   His voice sank, but with a terrifying penetrating power, the noise of fireworks and firecrackers couldn't be concealed: "Did he... send you a text message?"

The tone of   's words is like eating dynamite. The room suddenly filled with a stronger smell of gunpowder than the outside.

  Su Rourou's scalp went numb for a while, she quickly put away the phone and put it in her pocket, then took his hand and smiled flatteringly: "It's just an ordinary message of blessings, it's sent by a group!"

  Luo Yichen's face was still ugly, he stood still, staring coldly into her eyes, as if he wanted to see into her heart.

  Su Rourou knew that this little vinegar king's vinegar jar was overturned again, and quickly took his hand and walked to the balcony: "Let's go, let's watch the fireworks!"

   Looking at her little hand holding her palm tightly, the expression on Luo Yichen's face eased a little, and then let her drag him out of the house.

  In the early morning of winter, the cold wind carries a biting coolness, as if it can freeze everything it touches into ice.

   But holding Luo Yichen's hand, Su Rourou felt a warm current surrounding her.

   In the night sky like a black velvet cloth, colorful fireworks bloom one after another, illuminating the entire night sky.

  Besides my ears, there is the sound of fireworks and the cheers of people.