Nine o'clock in the evening.

Night covers the land, and broken stars form the Milky Way.

The refreshing breeze blows through the early summer, and the soft willow branches sway and fall on the shoulders.

The slender hand gently touched the shoulder, and stroked the tender green willow leaves from the snow-white shirt.

Willow leaves flutter in the air, spinning and falling to the ground.

Two gray-black shadows overlapped on the ground, dragged long by the warm yellow light.

The young man's long eyelashes cast a shallow shadow under his eyes, and his eyes were clear and gentle, with a shallow flowing light.

The pale and slender lips opened slightly, "Why did you come here at this time?" ”

The red-haired boy hung his head a little dejectedly, staring at his feet, and kicked the small stones on the ground without a match.

Suddenly, he said sullenly, "I didn't mean to. ”

Qingliu looked at the young man quietly, and his flamboyant red hair seemed to become a little wilted with the master's mood.

"Huh?"

The world-weary raised his eyes and looked at him a little stunned, "You don't know? ”

Qingliu: "What? ”

Asked why the misanthropy came, he really didn't know.

The little beast traveled thousands of miles from dreams to myths on a whim.

Saying he didn't mean to?

Could it be that he did something terrible and bad?

The misanthropic asked a little confused, "Haven't you read Weibo?" ”

It's crazy on Weibo, he doesn't know?

The misanthropy is also from a bystander's point of view.,The chat history is really quite something.。

He didn't even notice that when he talked to Qingliu, he would look so ...... Mother doesn't pull a few.

The misanthropic saw that Qingliu was still confused, so he simply picked it out and said, "Just the chat history." ”

Qingliu was slightly stunned.

The world-weary thought to himself, yes, he really didn't know.

As a result, in the next second, I heard Qingliu's flat voice, which coincided with the breeze of early summer.

"I know."

The world-weary body stiffened, and this time he died directly.

It's rare to apologize honestly for misanthropy, "I didn't mean to, and I don't know why I went directly to the live broadcast." I obviously set up the live broadcast to be the game interface. ”

Qingliu was a little surprised to see him admit his mistakes for the first time with such a good attitude.

Haven't little brutes always been arrogant and unreasonable?

Qingliu laughed lowly and said slowly, "I'm not used to you apologizing like this." ”

The misanthropic found that Qingliu didn't seem to mind and be angry as he imagined, and he was relieved at the moment.

He sat directly on the steps of the ground and sighed helplessly.

"Harm, what else do you say, who let them make up so much on Weibo, I'm not afraid that you will mind and get angry."

A group of girls began to develop their brains on the spot, and all kinds of unsightly small compositions flew all over the sky.

Misanthropic A person who has personally seen similar small compositions feels that he has no eyes.

His skin is still relatively thick, Qingliu is so thin-skinned, and he sees that Weibo is full of such content.

I can't be so angry that I lose my mind, I just want to take him alive.

Qingliu smiled shallowly and shook his head, "It's okay." ”

"Sure enough, Liu'er still has a good temper."

The misanthropy stretched out his long legs and kicked Qingliu's calves with his toes.

Qingliu looked down at his trouser leg, and he kicked out a small gray mark.

Clear and moist eyes fell on the world-weary face.

The world-weary said: "I will contact the public relations of our club to control the evaluation when I go back, and I guess we need to clarify." ”

Qingliu said lightly, "If you clarify, won't it become more and more chaotic the more you talk about it?" ”

The misanthropy was a little puzzled, "Why?" ”

Qingliu: "It's okay not to say it, the more they talk about it, the more energetic they will be, the best thing to do is not to say anything, and it will naturally pass after a long time." ”

The misanthropy was stunned, and it was not unreasonable for Qingliu to say this.

A lot of public opinion is getting bigger and bigger after the clarification, so that it is out of control.

His toes still kicked Qingliu's calves without a match.

Qingliu looked at his gray trouser leg a little helplessly, and took half a step back.

Someone's mischievous toe doesn't move.

Qingliu was silent for a moment, thinking that it was already dirty anyway, and it was all going to be washed when he went back, so he kicked it.

He took another small half step forward.

Misanthropy suddenly asked softly, "Then you don't feel ...... Not happy, right? ”

Qingliu shook his head slightly, "It's okay, I've never liked surfing the Internet, and I don't like to read other people's comments. ”

The misanthropy asked, "Wouldn't the people who knew you mind?" Family or friends, if they believe it, it's good for your reputation...... How bad. ”

Family...... Friend......

If it were someone else, you might be particularly concerned.

Qingliu said indifferently, "No." ”

I don't mind because I don't care.

The misanthropy asked, "What about the girlfriend?" ”

"I don't have a girlfriend." Qingliu's tone was a little light.

"In case you find it later, or fall in love with someone at first sight, people search on the Internet, good guy, the whole world is spreading about you and my little yellow text."

I think it's funny when I talk about it.

I laughed when I was amusing myself alone.

It turned out that Qingliu did not react at all.

He raised his eyes and looked over, and saw that Qingliu's beautiful and delicate face had no expression, and even looked at him indifferently.

The misanthropy was a little stunned, "What, what's wrong?" ”

Qingliu lowered her long eyelashes, half-covering the emotions in her eyes.

"Nothing."

The world-weary couldn't stand him looking at himself so indifferently, and quickly got up from the ground in a panic.

"Oh no, what's wrong with you? Are you actually quite angry, but you are too embarrassed to say it just now? ”

"Nope."

"Then you ......" misanthropy suddenly felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.

The last time I was at the airport, I didn't just start to be indifferent so suddenly, and then I didn't pay attention to him for a week.

He couldn't figure it out then, and he still can't figure it out now.

Misanthropy: "What's the matter with you?" If you get angry, just say, I apologize to you, it's my fault anyway. ”

Qingliu suddenly laughed, "You apologize like this, and you still look like an uncle?" ”

Misanthropy: "......"

The conscience of heaven and earth.

"I'm about to become your grandson, how dare I pretend to be an uncle."

Qingliu smiled and didn't speak.

Seeing his slightly bitter smile, his heartbeat seemed to miss a beat, and he stretched out his arm and poked Qingliu's arm.

"What's wrong with you? Did I mess with you again? ”

"Nope."

"Then why are you so indifferent to me?"

"There is no apathy."

The misanthropic sneered, "Isn't that indifference? ”

Qingliu said goodbye.

The misanthropic reached out and put it on his shoulder, and under his wrist was the straight shoulder line of the young man.

He was a little unhappy and didn't stop talking, "Don't be so fierce to me, kiss hot." ”

Qingliu raised his eyes, and his eyes were dark and moist.

His eyes fell on the wrist on his shoulder, and he reached out and grabbed the waist of the young man in front of him and brought it into his arms.

Until the hot and thin waists collide together.

"How to make out? Such? ”