“Susu, I’ll take you back.”
The corridor outside is dimly lit, and the snow under the street lights is softly sprinkled like goose feathers, and the scenery is very beautiful.
Li Tingchen raised his hand and touched the back of her hand, Su Qingyu glared at him, “What are you doing?””
He simply put her little hand in his coat pocket. Su Qingyu wanted to say that the influence was not good, but the big palm that grabbed her tightly imprisoned her.
“Susu, I thought of when we first fell in love.”
A picture appeared in Su Qingyu’s mind. At that time, Li Tingchen came back from a foreign country and went to her school first thing.
“Come down, I’m under your dormitory building.”
Su Qingyu looked down from the balcony, the man leaned against the car and raised his head to look at her, she ran down like a happy bird and plunged into his arms.
Because the school was closing at ten o’clock, he could only accompany her around the school playground.
She came out in a hurry, she was dressed thinly, and Li Tingchen took off her coat and put it on her.
It’s warm, and it still smells of him.
On that snowy night, she and he hugged each other under the street light.
“The love in the student days is beautiful after all, and there is nothing mixed with it.”
Li Tingchen clasped her hand tightly, “Susu, we can be the same now as before.”
Something fell from her palm, hard, Su Qingyu took it out and saw that it was another ring.
Li Tingchen knelt down on one knee and said those words under the vast snow: “Susu, I love you. This has never changed. Will you give me another chance to make me love you?””
He looked at her with his neck up. Su Qingyu at this angle was like a god. The street lamp plated her with a shallow golden halo, sketching the outline of her body.
To be sure, this face has not changed much. The only difference is that it is less childish than ten years ago, and it looks more mature, but it is more dazzling, making him unable to extricate himself from love.
Snowflakes floated down gently beside the two of them, Su Qingyu condescended and looked at him quietly.
Her mood was no longer as excited and excited as before.
“No way.”
She stuffed the ring back into his palm, “If you play like this, it will be boring.”
After speaking, Su Qingyu ignored Li Tingchen and turned and left.
Ten years ago, the little girl who rushed into his arms without scruples had already died in the heavy snow.