Help each other with "silence"

Qin Yan Extra Story ([-])

After that day, I would make excuses to follow her every day.

I don't know why, I left the vain and flashy circle before, and the only thing left in the world is the picture of her standing in front of the wooden house and saying with a calm expression: "Respect and friendship are relative".

Only her simple and elegant amber eyes are left, shining in my soul.

The aura she exudes is gentle but aloof.

The deadpan delicate face seemed to say, "I'm proud of my solitude."

So I couldn't help but want to get close to her.

I want to get close to her, to follow her.

At first, she would frown imperceptibly when I followed her, and stare at me blankly for a while, and when she saw that I was pretending to be proud and raised my face indifferently, she glanced at me and left.

I naturally hurried to keep up.

Her life is very monotonous, but very fulfilling.

Go to class when there is class, eat something or take a bath when there is no class, and then stay in the library to read.

She reads a wide range of books, many of which I have never heard of.

I followed her to read, sometimes staring at her face in a daze, thinking, how can there be such a woman in this world?

It seems to be out of the crowd, out of the hustle and bustle of the world, out of this reincarnation.

She lives only in her own way.

After a long time, I began to have the courage to talk to her.

Although it's just a simple "Where are you going next?" "Any plans?"

But she would glance at me lightly and then answer slowly.

Once she asked me, "Why are you following me so much?"

For a moment I was also confused.Why should I follow someone I don't know well, let go of everything, and follow?

"I want to learn from you and surpass you!"

Maybe it was a short-circuit of the brain, maybe it was a moment of madness, or maybe it was a little nervous, and I said so.

Then I saw a scene that I will never forget in my life.

I watched the sunlight sporadically sprinkled on her whole body through the gaps in the trees. She stood there quietly, the breeze lifted her white shirt, her long black hair fluttered, and her face could only be described as beautiful. Vermilion lips curled up, amber eyes narrowed slightly.

She just looked at me faintly, showing a faint smile, with a faint amber light.

In those eyes, the smile did not reach the bottom of the eyes, but I saw a kind of comfort to the children or juniors.

She smiled lightly.

Then I watched her tilt her head, smiled and said, "It's good."

Since then, my relationship with her has gradually grown closer.

That unintentional sentence became the only link between me and her, and also became my only goal at that time.

In the library, I will ask her questions, and I will communicate with her after class. Although I often talk, she listens, and when she explains, she just speaks a few simple words or opens a book for me to read by myself. Fantastically efficient.

That's how I gradually began to be accepted by her bit by bit.

I worked hard for four years to have her friendship, but because of that dark second, I completely ruined it.

So, I regret that I can't be myself.

Just because of a little ridiculous extreme and vanity, being occupied by that trace of darkness, the outstretched hand is a sin that is difficult to wash away.

I ruined this friendship that was envied by countless people, ruined the most important dream, and ruined her favorite future.

I watched her amber eyes lose their usual indifference, completely shocked and unbelievable, and suddenly felt cold physically and mentally.

From those eyes, I saw disappointment and despair.

I, perhaps, buried her last hope for one of the most important things in her life.

I may have broken her dream banner flying in the wind and trampled the stars all over the place.

At that moment, I cried.

Obviously I shouldn't cry, but I cried without warning.

It was a kind of remorse and guilt that clearly understood what he had sacrificed; it was a kind of despair that he regretted so much that he wanted to exchange his life for turning back time; it was a kind of grief that could no longer clearly know that he had lost her forever.

At that moment, I suddenly understood.

Why would I lower my profile, put down unnecessary self-esteem, put down vanity, and put down the circle I have lived in for more than ten years to follow her.

Why do I want to be close to her so expectantly.

At the moment when the tears collapsed, those unforgettable images flashed in my mind.

"Friendliness and respect are mutual," she said deadpan.

She smiled and said, "Very good."

She said, "Come on."

But now only her falling body and eyes full of shock and despair remained.

I cried, wept bitterly, calling her name.

The shock faded, the despair faded, the amber light dimmed.

Just tired.

I watched her close her eyes and fall.

Tears welled up.

I finally knew that I left my heart in front of the wooden house that day.

But now, he crushed it himself.

"sorry."

"I love you."