作者: Zhao Xibao 機械翻訳
However, there was still nothing.
Zhao Yancheng did not believe it and went to strip her other shoulder strap.
At this moment, Tan Yumeng's face was a little pale. As she struggled, her voice turned cold, "Zhao Yancheng, are you a pervert? ! "
There was still nothing on her other shoulder. Zhao Yancheng could not help but let go of her slowly. There was an indescribable disappointment in his heart.
She had been dead for so long. What was he still thinking about.
How could it be her... ...
Tan Yumeng, who had regained her freedom, turned around and raised her hand to give him a hard slap. "Pervert! "
Men were indeed nothing good.
A burning pain came from his cheek, which made Zhao Yancheng come back to his senses.
He looked up at the woman in front of him and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry. "
His eyes were filled with loneliness, as if he was looking forward to something but was suddenly disappointed. His body was filled with an unspeakable bitterness and heaviness. It actually made people feel an unspeakable heartache.
Tan Yumeng looked away uncomfortably and said, "don't strip women's clothes casually in the future. "
Hearing the nasal tone in her voice, Zhao Yancheng realized that her eyes were a little red. He paused and tried to explain, "I just feel that... you're like an old friend of mine. "
Tan Yumeng paused and turned to look at him. Her fingertips could not help but curl up a little.
Zhao Yancheng said slowly, "but, she has passed away many years ago. "
After saying that, he did not wait for her to speak anymore. He turned around and walked towards the banquet.
Tan Yumeng looked at his back in a daze. For some reason, she felt that his back was a little lonely and desolate, as if he was carrying a pain that did not belong to his age.
Tan Yumeng suddenly had the urge to call out to him, but in the end, she just opened her mouth and did not say anything.
At this moment, Zhao Siqing rushed over. "Yancheng. "
"Yes. " Zhao Yancheng was still silent. He responded, but his gaze fell on Zhao Siqing.
Zhao Siqing looked at him with a complicated gaze. She returned the wallet to him and said gently, "you lost the wallet. "
Zhao Yancheng reached out to take it, but his movements were very slow.
Zhao Siqing hesitated for a moment, but she could not help but ask, "Yancheng, all this time, have you... Liked Xiaoxi? "
Her voice was not loud, but standing in the relatively quiet corridor, Tan Yumeng, who was not far away, could still hear their conversation clearly.
When she heard this, her figure paused, and she looked at the siblings not far away in a daze.
Zhao Yancheng did not say anything, but Zhao Siqing said softly, "I saw the photo in your wallet. It's a photo of me and her together. "
"Yes, I like it. " Zhao Yancheng lowered his eyes. His voice was Hoarse, and there was an unspeakable bitterness in it.
When he was young, he did not even know what it meant to like.
He only remembered that a beautiful sister would always come to play at home. She would always smile very happily. She was bright, beautiful, and cheerful. It was as if she would unconsciously make people fall in love with her.
He only knew that every time she appeared, his eyes would unconsciously focus on her. Every time she came or talked to him, his heart would involuntarily throb with joy and excitement.
Even he, who had always been silent, could not help but want to move closer to her, even if he could get a little attention from her.
"I say, little brother, what's wrong with you? Why do you blush when you see your sister? " Gu Xiaoxi teased him with a smile.
He was made fun of by her and ran away. He went back and stared at the mirror for a long time, hoping that the blush on his face would fade soon.
"little brother, I brought you cookies today. "