That was her first love, as beautiful and holy as a gardenia. He played the role of his boyfriend very well. There were almost surprises every day. Even if there were no surprises, it was a poem or a text message to greet him.

Later, last winter, in this restaurant, she broke up with him, but there was no reason.

That day, it was snowing heavily, and she couldn't cry herself, so she stumbled and ran home alone.

When I got home, my shoes were soaked, my socks were soaked, and even my clothes were covered with snowflakes, melting into water droplets, so cool that I could see through my heart.

She couldn't believe it at that time, until she went home from school the next day when she went to the university department to find him, but found that he was hugging another girl.

She called his name, but he passed by her without any trouble, and sneered.

Only then did she realize that there was no reason to break up.

Later, news came out that he and Liu Xinyu were about to get engaged, and she suddenly realized that he had been with Liu Xinyu for two months, and when they were together, he had already gotten along with Liu Xinyu.

Perhaps, even more so.

Then, a picture that has been missing for too long has passed by.

That morning, she went to the restaurant for breakfast, but when she paid, she found that she didn't bring her wallet.

She didn't bring it out for a hundred yuan!

She was embarrassed. Facing all kinds of different gazes, her face burned. She explained to the waiter that she would trump her phone here and go back to withdraw money. She would definitely bring the money here.

Then, she reached out with one hand and handed over two red bills. She looked at her stupidly and saw that it was a handsome boy.

He was wearing a white casual suit and sweating was still on his forehead, as if he was running in the morning, and he was having breakfast here.

Seeing her looking at him, the boy squeezed his eyes at her and showed a sly smile.

He paid for her breakfast, but refused to leave a phone call, saying he didn't need to thank her.

But Feng Mi kept thinking about returning the two hundred yuan to him. Even if it was only two hundred yuan, she never owed anyone money.

But since then, she always passed by here and went in for breakfast, but never met the boy again.

He never appeared again.

That boy was Qiao Siyan. That was Feng Mi's first meeting with Qiao Siyan.

He might have forgotten, but she always remembered to return the two hundred dollars to him.

Until later, she met him outside the academy...

And at that time, he seemed to have changed like a different person, and he forgot her. Feng Mi felt sad, but she didn't show any expression until-

The memories were broken, and she stared at the figure on the window, so hesitant and so confused.

She remembered that she was sad, she was sad, and even she was willing to fall into depravity...

Because I once loved someone, even when I think about it now, I still feel a little sad.

However, only she has these emotions.

Qiao Siyan... actually forgot!

He forgot that a Feng Mi appeared in his life.

It is obviously a memory of two people, but why does she feel sad if she is the only one?

She was sad even if she didn't ask for it, but he actually forgot her...

"Haha..." Another sneer came over from Feng Mi's lips.

She stared at the person in the window and continued to walk forward.

Because of him, she had fantasies; because of him, she had been at a loss and even desperate; because of him, she had completely broken up with Liu Xinyu because of him...

But he couldn't remember who she was?

Feng Mi, who was once with Qiao Siyan, was like passerby A and passerby B. She had no name because she didn't remember her at all.

She is not only a substitute, she is also a passerby. It turns out that she once lived such a miserable life...

On the street, neon lights flashed and lights shining, everyone was happy, only she, alone, her empty soul.

Passing through a small bridge, there was a lively crowd. Feng Mi finally woke up suddenly when a beam of car lights hit her face.

The scene of this scene is so similar. It was that day when she escaped from the banquet, but she ended up hitting Huo Xingyan's car, and then Huo Xingyan...

"Ayan..."

When she was shining by the headlights, she stood there coldly, panic like a lost child.

"Where are Ayan, where are you? Ayan..."

She shouted to the air, to the people she didn't know, and her hands were open, and her face was full of panic.

Around him, there were passers-by constantly walking by, then pointed at her, "Look, this person isn't stupid, what are you shouting at?"

There was also a child sitting on her father's shoulder, pointing at her and laughing, "Dad, dad, look, fool!"

"Follow foolish fool--"

A group of children walked by, clapping their hands and feet, and some bad-hearted child hit her and hit Feng Mi to the ground.

"Bang--" She fell to the ground and watched the child who bumped into her escape from the scene of the trouble, without saying a word of apology and guilt.

A foot that came from somewhere randomly stepped on her palm pressed on the ground, Feng Mi screamed in pain.

Watching the crowd walk past her, the strange faces, ruthless and indifferent.

In this bizarre world, everyone is busy with their own affairs, never stopping to walk around and see who they step on the road, or who they meet?

Looking at the black shoe prints that were stepped on and fair skin on the back of my hand, the shoe prints were even darker.

There was a fog of tears, which gradually dyed from the eyes. Feng Mi sat on the ground, choked and cried, and finally turned into a wail.

"Wow--"

It was late at night and it was getting late, and the dizzy street lights shone on the road.

On the streets of the bridge, on the road, a girl wearing a black and white plaid school uniform skirt sat on the ground, her thin shoulders kept shaking, crying so hard that she couldn't.

Passersby kept passing by her, but just threw a strange look, or occasionally gathered in groups to discuss her story.

But at all, no pair of hands reached out to help her up.

Late at night, at midnight.

In the second half of the night, the weather gradually became colder.

The moonlight disappeared in the clouds, occasionally passing through the dark sky and sprinkling a little light on the ground.

In my ears, the rumbling sound of traffic kept ringing.

Not far away, a few thousand meters away, the train whistled past, carrying people on the journey away.

The warm yellow light of the street lights is soft and light. The sky is high and the sound of cars is whistling, coming from not far away.

Then, getting closer and closer, a black Maybach gradually approached in sight.

The low beam lights were approaching, and Maybach's car was not fast. In just a moment, he had already walked around the villa and headed into the garage.

After a while, I heard a sound of locks falling from the garage, "Drip-" In such a quiet night, the sound of locks falling was particularly heard.

It seems to be as if it is falling into the ears, clearly and clearly.

Hearing the sound, the thin figure sitting in front of the villa trembled slightly.

In the darkness, the pair of black and white pupils quietly opened, as clear as water, black and white, spotless.

Under the retro palace lantern, a tall and thin figure slowly walked on the cecum path, and the black dress was almost integrated with the night.

He lowered his eyes, pinching the bones of his nose with his fingertips. A mercury arc of light slid across the slightly raised palm, and a very simple-style ring was embedded on his index finger.

He seemed very tired, but he just lowered his eyes and pinched the bones of his nose and slowly walked towards him. He did not notice the small figure in front of the villa.

Until, when he took out the car key from his pocket, locked the door, and was about to enter, a voice called him from behind.

"Ayan..."

Such a soft and weak tone, with familiar tones, and a kind of soft little womanly style.

Huo Xingyan took a deep breath and turned sideways in disbelief—

In sight, the man was sitting in front of the villa door, wearing a black and white school uniform dress, a pair of thin and white long legs exposed outside, his hair was scattered on his shoulders, his pretty little face was covered with tears, and he hung dirty on his fair face. In the black and white water eyes, there was a flash of water.

She was sitting at the door with her knees in her arms. Because of his gaze, she slowly stood up, her little nose was still twitching, and she looked so pitiful, like a lost lamb.

He gasped in shock, Huo Xingyan called out lightly, "Xiao Guai..."

Following his heart's heart, he called out the name, mixed with a tone of doubt, as if he was uncertain.

Once upon a time, he hugged her, half hugged her, hugged her in his arms, and hugged her in her fragrant hair. When he was extremely lingering, he once called her hoarsely, "Little Guy, my little Guy..."

Such a doting voice, perhaps she will never be able to experience it from others in her life, and will never...

As if she touched a tear point in an instant, she ran towards him with her hands open and cried, and suddenly threw herself into his arms. Her hands wrapped around his waist like vines, and she cried and shouted to him, "Ayan, Ayan, I knew you would definitely appear..."

"Even if there are so many uncertainties, I know that you will definitely show up!"

She kept repeating this sentence in her mouth, nestled in his chest, rubbing against his suit obediently and reliably, and her little nose was twitching and crying.

Huo Xingyan listened, listened quietly, letting her hold her, venting her dissatisfaction and grievances.

His heart was also as if tempered in the fire of an iceberg, and it was repeated torture and pain.

From the moment he understood his feelings, he began to understand what it means to be able to forget about love, to be cruel but unable to let go of his longing after being broken.

The most cruel lovesickness in this world is missing. Even though there are still people who work hard and give everything, even though they are far away from the mountains.

For example, he decided to let her go for a while, and let her think about it carefully, but in the end, he lost to himself.
Chapter completed!