As night falls, a cold breath fills the air, the sky gradually turns a deep blue, the afterglow of the sunset gradually disappears, and is replaced by twinkling stars in the vast sky.
Cheng Jiawen was riding a bicycle on the road. The cold wind was howling, blowing through the branches, making a rustling sound. Snowflakes fluttered down. The white snowflakes sparkled in the faint moonlight, bringing a dreamy beauty to the whole world.
At this time, the streets were empty, with only the street lights emitting a dim light.
Xu Qianjiao was standing on the roadside early in the morning, holding a newspaper, waiting for Cheng Jiawen. She looked at the newspaper in her hand, feeling a little uneasy, and silently thought about what to say to Cheng Jiawen when she saw him later.
Before Xu Qianjiao could figure out what was going on, Cheng Jiawen arrived.
As usual, Cheng Jiawen reached out and took Xu Qianjiao's backpack, then took out two eggs from his pocket and handed them to Xu Qianjiao. He said nothing and his expression was indifferent. Xu Qianjiao could not tell anything from his face.
Xu Qianjiao reached out to take the egg and whispered, "Thank you."
"Hmph." Cheng Jiawen snorted coldly and pushed his bicycle away. Xu Qianjiao quickly chased after him, grabbed his clothes, and whispered, "I'm sorry."
Hearing this, Cheng Jiawen's face revealed a subtle smile, but it was fleeting. He gently raised the corners of his lips, as if it was just an inadvertent gesture, but then quickly smoothed his lips back to his original calm expression.
Then, he waved his right hand lightly, as if trying to brush off something, and easily pushed away her outstretched hand.
Xu Qianjiao watched helplessly as her hand was ruthlessly shaken away. Her heart skipped a beat and an inexplicable panic surged in her heart.
She stared blankly at the hand that had been pushed away, feeling it drop to her side as if it had lost its life. At this moment, her heart was filled with panic and helplessness, and she had no idea how to deal with the situation.
She stood there quietly, her feet as if nailed down, unable to move, her eyes closely following Cheng Jiawen's back as he walked away.
For a moment, all kinds of complex emotions intertwined together, making her feel dizzy and at a loss.
Suddenly, she reacted, ran forward and held his hand tightly, forced a smile, and said flatteringly: "I'm sorry, I...I'm not good, can you forgive me?"
The moment he heard her words, Cheng Jiawen wanted to soften his heart, but he also felt that his reputation as a man was challenged, so he decided to let her coax him more. He swore that if she coaxed him again, he would forgive her.
He didn't look back, but just brushed her hand away again and continued walking forward, leaving a slightly indifferent back to her.
Xu Qianjiao stared in disbelief at her hand, which had been mercilessly brushed away once again. An unprecedented panic welled up in her heart. It was as if time had frozen at that moment, and everything around her had become blurry. Only Cheng Jiawen's receding figure remained clearly etched in her vision.
Instantly, a piercing chill spread from her heart to her entire body, causing her to shiver uncontrollably. Her hands trembled uncontrollably, her previously stoic facade crumbling at that moment. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision, but she fought hard to hold them back.
Xu Qianjiao stood there blankly, her feet as if nailed to the ground, unable to move. Her eyes were fixed on the direction where Cheng Jiawen was going, as if she wanted to deeply imprint the image of this man who was about to disappear from her sight into her mind.
However, as Cheng Jiawen's figure became smaller and smaller and finally disappeared in the distance, her heart was gradually swallowed by despair and helplessness.
The wind blew quietly, lifting her hair, but it couldn't take away the heaviness in her heart. At this moment, Xu Qianjiao was like a sculpture without a soul, standing alone and desolate in the cold wind.
Here, Cheng Jiawen silently calculated the time in his mind, "Three, two." Before he finished counting in his mind, he couldn't help but said proudly: "Okay, I forgive you, I won't..."
As he spoke, he turned around and suddenly found that Xu Qianjiao did not follow him. He panicked and quickly turned around to look for someone.
At this moment, a figure suddenly came into his sight - Xu Qianjiao was still standing there motionless. At this moment, she stood quietly like a sculpture, letting the white snowflakes fall on her body.
Witnessing this scene, he was completely stunned, and even his breathing seemed to stop in an instant.
After a long while, he finally woke up from his dream, hurriedly loosened his grip on the bicycle handlebars, and ran towards her with big strides.
Xu Qianjiao stood still, staring intently at the direction where Cheng Jiawen was going. Gradually, a familiar figure appeared in her sight and rushed towards her.
In an instant, tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably, blurring her vision.
As the figure drew closer, Xu Qianjiao's emotions grew more and more agitated. Finally, when Cheng Jiawen ran up to her, she could no longer suppress her emotions, and tears poured down like a dam breaking.
She took a step forward without hesitation, sprinting forward like a bird spreading its wings. Then, she threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, as if she wanted to merge herself into his body.
Then, Xu Qianjiao buried her face deep in his neck and sobbed softly: "Woo woo..." At this moment, she seemed to want to release all the grievances and anxieties by crying.
Holding her trembling body and feeling her inner uneasiness, Cheng Jiawen wanted to slap himself twice. What did he do just now? He just wanted her to comfort him, but he had to scare her in this way.
He hugged her tightly, bent down and kissed the top of her head, trying to calm her uneasy mood, "Why are you crying, dear? Don't cry, don't cry... Who bullied you? I'll go beat him up, okay? Don't cry, don't cry, your crying breaks my heart."
"Wuwu, wuwu, Cheng Jiawen... Cheng Jiawen..." Xu Qianjiao threw herself into his arms and cried breathlessly, calling his name intermittently, "Cheng Jiawen..."
"I'm here, I'm here..." Cheng Jiawen hugged her tightly and responded repeatedly, "I'm here, don't be afraid, I'm here..."
"Wow, you left by yourself, you don't want me anymore... You don't want me anymore..." Xu Qianjiao cried and hugged his waist tightly.
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