I still remember when I transferred to another school, during the school's welcome dance, Shen Yifan was dressed in white, sitting in front of the piano, using his slender fingers to spin on the black and white keys, captivating all the girls.
But he smiled brightly at himself and stretched out his hand to invite himself to dance with him. At that time, he had a little inferiority. He kept shrinking, so Shen Yifan smiled and said: "Hei Xiaodie, don't be so shameless. Come on, come on!"
Shen Yifan took him to the middle of the dance floor and followed him, dancing gracefully.
In my own memory, Shen Yifan was so elegant, sunny, healthy and positive. There was a huge difference between him and the Shen Yifan Tong Sheng said!
Xiaodie dragged her stiff body and wanted to leave here!
Xiaodie doesn't want to hear what Tong Sheng says, nor does she want to believe it!
"Hei Xiaodie!" Tong Sheng stood up and called out to Xiaodie's back.
"..." Xiaodie's feet were tied up and she stood there.
"Shen Yifan is not suitable for you!" Tong Sheng said, with some bitterness in her voice.
Xiaodie smiled silently and continued to walk forward, but her face became even paler!
"One of you can survive in the darkness, and the other can be happy in the sunshine. You two can never be together!" Tong Sheng shouted loudly behind Xiaodie.
Xiaodie's body trembled a few times, shaking as if she was hit by Tong Sheng's words.
Xiaodie walked toward the place with the densest crowds and the brightest lights. Only there could the coldness in her heart be dispelled.
The cold hand was suddenly held. Xiaodie was startled and wanted to resist, but Wen Shijue had already hugged her.
"My hands are so cold! Are they cold?" Wen Shijue's embrace was so warm that Xiaodie began to shiver.
Wen Shijue asked Ma Zhao to bring Xiaodie a shawl, and when he put it on her, he asked softly: "What did he say to you? To make you so lost!"
Xiaodie lowered her head and said softly: "Do you know him?"
"Of course I know him, he is here on behalf of the Shen family!" Wen Shijue glanced at Tong Sheng in the distance, his eyes hazy.
Xiaodie didn't ask any more questions, she sighed and said, "I want to drink something hot!"
"I'll get it for you!" Wen Shijue said and left.
The host on the stage invited Wen Shijue to come up and say a few words. Wen Shijue had no choice but to put down the hot drink in his hand and walk to the stage.
Xiaodie sat there, looking at the calm and restrained Wen Shijue on the stage, pulling the shawl on her shoulders, her eyes a little red.
Wen Shijue said a few words briefly, and the host went to the next item. All friends who came to the banquet had a number according to the order of entry. The host asked Wen Shijue to choose a lucky number from the many numbers, and the selected person could drive away from the yard. The burgundy Ferrari.
Everyone looked at the stage with expectation. Most of these people were rich or noble and had no shortage of money, but it seemed good to get a sports car for free!
Wen Shijue looked across the crowd towards Xiaodie, with a charming curve on his lips, and said in a magnetic voice: "I want to give this opportunity to my dear fiancée, and she will be the lucky number tonight. Extract!”
Amid applause and envious eyes, Wen Shijue came over to hold Xiaodie.
"Why do you want me?" Xiaodie asked softly.
"Seeing that you are bored alone, I'm afraid that you will have random thoughts!" Wen Shijue half-hugged Xiaodie and whispered in her ear.