He Mingyang has eyes like bright moons, which are clear and transparent without any impurities. He comes from a scholarly family and is intoxicated with the aroma of scholarship. However, there is sadness in the eyes of such a person, full of sadness.
Liang Yimo had not touched the milk tea on the table for a year. Liang Yimo raised his head and looked at He Mingyang, and said calmly, "So?"
Her expression completely hurt He Mingyang, but he had his pride. He Mingyang suddenly laughed, and he pretended to be serious and said, "Then I wish my junior sister happiness. If one day he treats you badly, I will
I will snatch you back."
A few minutes ago, she and He Mingyang were sitting here. He Mingyang asked her solemnly, "Are you and Mr. Ye sincere?"
After that day, he thought for a long time. He thought that Liang Yimo might have something unspeakable, so he was with Mr. Ye. At least he could deceive himself.
But Liang Yimo's answer completely shattered his dream, "It's true."
There is a kind of person in the world who likes to try to find her own thorn tree, giving up the scenery along the way. Only when her body is stuck on the longest thorn tree will she feel the pain.
He Mingyang may be the scenery along the way, but she is the thorn tree looking for only her own. They are destined not to be together. Moreover, she now knows that there is a girl with discerning eyes who likes him.
"You don't hate me, I am the kind of woman they say... In fact, I am no different from them..." Why did he still say such things? He was a thing used by others, and he could still accept it.
In Liang Yimo's concept, people with a family background like He Mingyang would have mysophobia, especially someone as outstanding as He Mingyang. At this time, shouldn't he spurn her?
A pair of warm hands reached out and blocked her mouth, preventing her from finishing what she said next. His voice was so gentle and meaningful, "Yimo, don't underestimate yourself like this. In my eyes,
You are the purest girl in the world, there are some things that you have to look at with your heart."
He carefully saw that Liang Yimo was a kind-hearted girl who worked several hours a day to pay for her mother's medicine. She would buy cat food for the stray cats on the roadside even though she was still hungry because they had nothing to eat.
Her compassion is overflowing and she responds to requests. Although she may seem indifferent, she actually wants to help others more than anyone else.
These were all his observations during his three years in college. He had been watching every move of this girl and did not have the courage to step forward and confess his feelings.
Even though he is so proud, he is still afraid of being rejected by him.
At the freshman reception, as a sophomore and still single, he followed the people in the dormitory to receive the freshmen at the school gate. Among the tens of millions of people, he saw her at a glance. Her black hair was scattered around her waist like a waterfall.
There is a pure white dress and a pair of smart and talking eyes.
He was not the only one who saw him, but also a friend in his dormitory. He had 12 girlfriends in one year of college. He whistled at her, turned around and said, "Brother, this girl can't get out of here."
I can catch him in a week."
He looked at her indifferently in the crowd, dragging a big suitcase and walking alone on the campus path. Other freshmen had their parents come to see her off, but she was dragging a lonely suitcase alone with a pair of slender legs.
He supported his body and walked forward. From her eyes, he saw the vicissitudes of life that were not for their age.
"That's not necessarily true." He retorted to his friend for the first time.
He feels that she is not such a casual woman, she is like a snow lotus blooming in the snowy sky, a flower in the clouds.
In fact, he was not sure, and he was even more worried that she would really agree to her friend, but he didn't understand how he felt at that time.
This friend got excited. In front of several other friends, he raised his head and said, "Let's make a bet. Whoever loses will be responsible for the hot water in the dormitory for a year."
"Okay." His voice was not high, but his friends were stunned.
One of them hit him on the shoulder and jokingly said, "Okay, our F University school girl is finally in love."
The friend who just said he wanted to bet immediately said anxiously, "Hey, He Mingyang, I saw her first, you can't snatch her from me."
As she said that, she stepped forward to strike up a conversation with her. It must be said that her friend's conversation skills were very good. She agreed to let her things be held by her friend. At that time, his eyes immediately dimmed.
What she didn't expect was that the box she was carrying didn't look big on the inside, but it was very heavy. It was very difficult for a man to lift it, even if it was her best friend, especially in summer. Sweat broke out on her forehead within a few steps of lifting it.
A snort came from his nose, "If you can't lift it, don't lift it. Aren't there wheels on the box? It's not good to pull it, so you have to lift it."
The words that came out of her mouth were as cold as they could be. They were so cold that the surrounding area was covered with ice, and the friends who were watching the joke were stunned on the spot.
Like his sophomore year, thanks to their dormitory manager Yi Mo, there was hot water in the dormitory all year round, which also allowed him to explore a person's thoughts for the first time.
He has been observing her since she entered school. Even if he doesn't have to come to school often for classes in his senior year, he still comes to school often, just to watch her silently walk by him where she can see her.
, he will graduate in a few months. He can stay in school and continue to take postgraduate entrance examinations, but his family has made arrangements for him to study abroad in Vienna, a city intoxicated by music.
He originally wanted to confess to her and use his family connections to let her go to Vienna with him or stay in school, but now everything has changed.
Just because I took one more look in the crowd at that time, I will never forget it.
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