"Is this a good place for a date as you said?" He Shaozhou looked at the sycamore tree on the roadside of the school and remembered something. His smile faded and he gradually became silent. His sharp facial features were smooth and cold.
Qingdai knew what he was thinking.
The wall I hit so hard when I was a student and the person I can never wait for.
Mao Zi reminded from the side: No need to test, I also know that he is in a bad mood now, you should proceed with caution——
"Do you regret it? You once liked someone like me."
Maozi:! ! !
He Shaozhou frowned, and Mao Zi was so frightened that his heartbeat skyrocketed. He was afraid that he would hear the notification that the mission progress had been reversed, but He Shaozhou asked, "What kind of person are you?"
He frowned, not showing the slightest hint of embarrassment at being exposed by Qingdai. He Shaozhou sighed softly and answered Qingdai's question seriously.
"I've never regretted it."
The wind blew up the sycamore leaves scattered on the ground, and the leaves couldn't wait to stick to He Shaozhou's trousers. He bent down and twisted a piece, and naturally changed the subject, "These trees are still the same as before."
Qingdai felt quite regretful. It seemed that the time had not come yet, and He Shaozhou was still unwilling to untie this knot.
"Shang, Miss Shang?" A soft cry of surprise interrupted the unclear atmosphere between the two. A gentle man with glasses looked at her eagerly while holding a handful of books.
Qingdai looked at the man in front of her and recognized him as Lou Yu, a classmate of the university.
Lou Yu pushed up his glasses and said shyly, "It's really you. I haven't seen you since graduation."
"I, I stayed at the school to teach," he said, suddenly getting excited, "Just in time, I have something to give back to you!"
The man who was pretending to be nonchalant immediately stepped in and stood in front of Qingdai, "Sorry, she already has an appointment with me today."
Only then did Lou Yu notice the man next to Qing Dai.
Congratulations to Shaozhou.
During the four years of college, she vigorously pursued Qingdai's famous school idol from the college next door.
He hugged the book, lowered his head and responded casually.
Lou Yu actually envied He Shaozhou's courage. Even though Qingdai didn't accept He Shaozhou in college, they seemed to have been in a love affair that everyone knew about.
If he had been braver like He Shaozhou, would the outcome have been different?
Here Qingdai remembered it under Maozi's reminder.
She patted the back of He Shaozhou's hand and said, "I'll get my things back first."
"Is it that important?"
Someone is upset.
Qingdai glanced at him angrily and walked to the building, "Thank you for keeping it for me. We can go and get it now."
Lou Yu actually dug out an envelope from a thick stack of books and handed it to her.
Qingdai was very surprised.
For someone she might not meet again in the future, Lou Yu actually carries her things with her all the time.
He Shaozhou's eyes instantly became dangerous. He took a few steps, but did not get closer. Instead, he turned around.
Qingdai didn't take the envelope, she pursed her lips and waited for Lou Yu's next words.
Sincere people should not be hurt easily.
Seeing the tacit understanding and silent tenderness between the two, Lou Yu didn't say much. He smiled in relief, put the envelope back into the book, and handed the whole book directly to Qingdai, "Goodbye."
Qingdai looked down and saw that the title of the book was "The Story of the Sahara".
On the title page of the book, there is a sentence written in black watercolor pen, "Every time I think of you, a grain of sand falls from the sky, and the Sahara has been formed since then."
Young people will eventually be trapped by the things they can't get when they are young. But everyone has their own choice: the proud young man chases after others and loves like a drum; the reserved young man keeps silent but keeps the rose in his heart from now on.
Lou Yu had no regrets because he had already told her what he wanted to say.
Seeing that it was just a letter, He Shaozhou relaxed his guard and asked tentatively, "Pen pal?"
Qingdai looked at his cautious look and felt amused. She held the book and put the envelope to her lips, "No, it's a love letter."
He Shaozhou's eyes immediately focused on the envelope, and his eyes became increasingly dangerous.
Before Mr. He could not coax her, Qingdai held the envelope between her fingers, patted He Shaozhou's lips gently, and blew a breath, "It's for you, Mr. He."
Although He Shaozhou's expression did not change, Qing Dai clearly felt that he had turned from cloudy to sunny.
He Shaozhou coughed lightly and took the envelope.
He unfolded the letter with his slender fingers. There were only a few words inside, but his eyes became softer and softer.
"We'll be together until we go to the next ball game with you."
It was a response to the promise he had made, and it was what she had not had time to finish saying under the sycamore tree that year.
There is a sincerity hidden in the details that he has never discovered.
"Due to some... accidents, I went abroad. So I didn't give it to you." Qingdai stretched out her hands to tie her hair. She lowered her head. Her delicate beauty was like a budding lotus, with a graceful figure.
"I hope it's not too late."
Qingdai consciously dropped a bombshell, but the mission reminder she was waiting for did not sound as she expected.
"Not too late."
He Shaozhou hugged her tightly and pressed his face into Qingdai's neck.
She didn't see He Shaozhou's expression, but she could feel that He Shaozhou was always like a taut string since she returned to China.
But now the string is loosened.
He was afraid of her getting close, and even more afraid of her leaving. Desire and self-loathing kept forcing his heart. Perhaps this is why he fell into depression so quickly after learning about Qingdai's death in the original plot.
Giving He Shaozhou firm choice and love is the hidden mission of this strategy mission - otherwise he will still end up worrying about gains and losses.
