Song Mi didn't understand why he added "never" after saying "no."

What does this mean?

No one knows how far away forever is. In her mind, Tan doesn’t seem like someone who can speak such abstract words.

She didn't think much about it, just smiled and said, "That's good."

Tan Xize looked at her with deep meaning, but he didn't say anything else. He just gave a faint hum, then turned around and continued downstairs.

Song Mi raised his feet and followed.

There was a sound of footsteps coming downstairs quickly from behind.

It belongs to the third person.

Song Mi looked back and saw that it was her younger brother. She stopped and asked, "If you don't go back to the classroom, why are you following me downstairs?"

Song Xun probed his head and glanced at the man walking in front: "I'll take you to the school gate."

"You don't need to send me off. You can go back to class quickly."

"..."

Seeing Tan Xize walking further and further away, Song Xun said anxiously, "I want to talk to Tan Xize alone."

An alarm bell rang in Song Mi's heart: "What are you going to say?"

Noticing the vigilant look on his sister's face, Song Xun explained: "I don't mess around, so I just want to apologize to him, for what happened last night when I hit him, and what happened today."

"..."

"I misunderstood him. He doesn't seem to be who I imagined."

Song Mi shouted thank God directly in his heart.

This kid finally woke up.

She gave him a look and said, "Go ahead, I just need to go to the toilet."

When Song Xun caught up with Tan Xize, Tan Xize had already arrived on the tree-lined avenue outside the teaching building, holding a matchbox in his hand and a cigarette between his lips, as if he was about to smoke.

Song Xun was stunned for a moment, "Does anyone still use matches to light cigarettes these days?"

But look at the cigarette case in his hand, which is gilded. It’s of high quality.

He almost blurted out the word "Tan Xize", but Song Xun felt it was a bit impolite. After his throat rolled, he still shouted like the others: "Mr. Tan."

Only then did Tan Xize notice that there was someone next to him. He raised his eyes and glanced at Song Xun, but said nothing.

Quietly waiting for the next chapter.

Song Xun: "Can I chat with you for a while?"

Tan Xize raised the matchbox in his hand and asked vaguely with a cigarette between his lips: "...do you mind if I smoke?"

Song Xun shook his head and said he didn't mind.

Tan Xize took out a match, flicked it and lit it, and his movement was as cool and handsome as ever.

The flames burst into flames instantly.

He slowly brought the fire to his lips and lowered his head to reach for it.

Song Xun: "..."

This is really cool.

As the school idol of No. 2 Middle School, there is no boy in the school who is more handsome than Song Xun, but now he feels that the man in front of him is more handsome than him.

Being recognized by the opposite sex for your appearance is nothing, but being recognized by the same sex for your appearance is truly awesome.

Tan Xize took a puff of cigarette and put the matchbox into his bag. When he raised his eyes, he found Song Xun staring at him in a daze.

"What are you going to say?"

Song Xun was brought back from his thoughts and said with a voice: "I want to apologize to you. What happened last night was my fault. I am willing to let you punch you back."

"..."

Give it a round and return it?

Tan Xize found it funny, puffed out the smoke, smiled and said, "It's not necessary."

Song Xun: "I also want to ask, why are you so nice to my sister?"

After all, not everyone wants to be the wrongdoer.

He didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence.

After hearing this, Tan Xize's eyes flashed slightly, as if he was distracted, as if he was reminiscing, and his words seemed to be saying to himself: "She was once kind to me."

Song Xun asked: "Has my sister helped you before?"

Talking about Xize: "Yeah."

Song Xun was even more curious: "What kind of busyness makes you willing to spend 300,000 yuan a month to be a big injustice?"

Still couldn't help but speak out.

Talking about Xize: "..."

He didn't understand this description, "Why do you think it's unfair for me to spend 300,000 yuan a month?"

For him, this is obviously a good deal with a sure profit and no loss.

Song Xun scratched his head and said, "I just feel that three hundred thousand dollars a month is an astronomical figure to me."

Tan Xi Ze smiled and said nothing, and inadvertently glanced at the red rope on the young man's wrist.

His gaze froze.

It happened that Song Xun asked again: "When did you and my sister meet? Why didn't she mention it to me?"

The smell of nicotine spreads around.

The man is silent.

After a long time, Tan Xize lowered his eyes and looked at his left wrist through a layer of white mist, where he also wore a red corn-woven rope.

"A long time ago."

"She has forgotten me."

The man's tone was calm, but Song Xun could hear a hint of sadness in it.

He didn't know how to answer the call.

The next moment.

Tan Xize raised his left wrist and rolled up the cuff slightly, revealing the red rope.

He said to Song Xun: "My red rope and yours were given by the same person."

Song Xun glanced at the red string on his wrist: "My sister made mine."

Talking about Xize: "Your sister also made mine up."

Song Xun's eyes widened and he couldn't believe it: "Fuck, is it true?"

Tan Xize gave a faint hum.

Song Xun was completely shocked, "Then how could my sister not remember you?"

Tan Xize only smiled slightly and said nothing.

Nothing is impossible.

Do you need a reason to be forgotten?

Tan Xize put down his wrist, took the last puff of cigarette, and said slowly: "I hope you can keep it a secret and don't tell your sister."

"..."

"A little secret between men."

Song Xun, who was still a little hesitant at first, immediately agreed after hearing the second sentence: "Okay, I won't tell her."

Talk about Xize with a gentle attitude and say thank you politely.

This made Song Xun's favorability soar.

Not only was this man rich, but he was also generous and did not care about him, and he repaid his kindness in return.

The cigarette in Tan Xize's hand had burned to the end. He looked around and found that there was no white stone on top of the surrounding trash cans to extinguish the cigarette.

Yes, this is a school after all.

"Is there any paper?" he asked.

"have."

Song Xun took out the paper he had with him and handed it over. He saw Tan Xize wrapping the cigarette butt in paper and putting it out before throwing it into the trash can.

This man is also very well-educated.

At this time, Song Mi came back from using the toilet and asked, "Are you done talking?"

Song Xun: "That's almost it."

Song Mi: "Then go back to class quickly."

Song Xun: "Okay."
To be continued...