Chapter 244

So when Yan Cheng turns his head and looks at him, Yang Peiqing's heart is empty, just like a piece of desolation all of a sudden. Two people's eyes collide in midair, bringing a distant endless.

A silence, only Yancheng hand smoke is still quietly burning.

In the silence, Yang Peiqing heard his own sigh, "Yan Cheng, what a coincidence." The sound echoes slightly in the air.

Just as Yan Cheng's position is backlit, the clear and straight young man's voice is dense in the deep night. She can't see the expression on his face clearly, but occasionally, between the burning cigarettes, Yang Peiqing can see his slightly frowning brow.

"Yes, what a coincidence." When saying this, Yancheng lowered his head again and took a deep puff of smoke.

Since that day in the school theater inside the role of fame, Yancheng already brilliant life is more not lack of flattery. Everything seems to be going smoothly, not like words.

Sometimes life is too smooth, also can let you from the bottom of the heart have a kind of panic feeling, this kind of empty don't know how, but it is a real fear. Because it's too easy to get, so it's more scared.

Yancheng's name soon resounds through the bright campus, but it is already a wonderful performance of a mature boy.

The director successfully got the admission of Nortel in advance. He once held Yan Cheng's hand when he was about to leave, and desperately said that thanks to him.

Thanks to you?

Are you lucky because of yourself?

It seems that since childhood, we have been filled with such voices, saying that our excellence will always bring good luck to the people around us. He met, one by one are actively waving to themselves.

However, Yang Peiqing is a thorn in his heart.

Young people's pride is always so pure, can't be a little bit of infringement, even in front of the people you like, still can't. So young love, always need to hit the head broken blood to know back.

You are the south wall that I hit without hesitation. You are the joy of a dream.

That day, Yang Peiqing did not appear in the theater. With endless disappointment, he slapped Yan Cheng in the face. After all, I am still young and feel exhausted to like it, so I will be more angry.

After anger, there is more doubt. Wonder if it's really worth it? Young is good. I always feel that I should be clear and clear in doing things.

When you like someone, you will know. There is no worth it or not, only willing or not. Love, that's it. It's a must.

Yan Cheng finally understood this truth.

For a long time, he never went to find Yang Peiqing. Gradually, became the tacit understanding of two people, no contact in the dark yellow time inside.

Later, Yancheng seldom thought of Yang Peiqing. I don't know whether it is deliberate or true. With the time going on, Yang Peiqing finally left in his mind.

It's just that when I wake up from my nightmares in the middle of the night, I think of that girl in the curl of peppermint flavored Marlboro cigarette smoke, with a little pain in my heart.

He seldom comes to this lawn. It seems that I have lost my memory. During this time, I have met all kinds of smokers. With a confused look, or pure as white lotus, or cheerful as little sun, Yan Cheng also wants to try to communicate.

But found that in the end, always lack of interest.

I started to hate this place. Because starting from here, I didn't give myself a concrete and simple ending. I don't like hurting myself like this, but Yancheng can't help it.

It's hard to get here, but suddenly I think that the dusk here is the most beautiful in the whole city. In the unknown place of this school, there is the most beautiful scenery of the whole city. So he wanted to see dusk, that's all.

But did not expect, such as the fate of the tease. Once again met her, in the back of the time, Yancheng knew that he must be tortured by her endlessly.

But, so what? Yan Cheng, he has never been afraid.

Yang Peiqing quietly walked over and sat on the edge of Yancheng. The lawn was a little bit cool. Yancheng didn't look back and didn't speak. Looking up at the sky without expression, the young man's thin waist was revealed.

Yang Peiqing also looked up at the red sky. The fire clouds in summer are always the most beautiful. The white clouds are rendered into pieces of red, filling the whole empty sky. Distant as if to say, ah ah, I am here.

With the general shock of the end of the world, at last the sky was almost red and bleeding, and the fire cloud was spreading to the other side of the sky where I could not see. Only slightly bright part of the sky is still blue, gradually dark down.

Sometimes I feel that nature is really wonderful. The morning glow is similar to the evening. One represents the beginning, but the other represents the end. You can't tell whether it's good or bad.Most people like the vigorous morning glow, but Yang Peiqing only likes the dusk, especially the summer dusk.

The dusk of summer is different from the morning light, with the despair of destroying the sky and the earth, and then the whole world is dark and quiet. Simply, suddenly, suddenly, the light of the whole world.

In fact, most people should be suitable for living in a dark corner. In the face of being honest in the dark, it seems that the day is the existence of a beautiful dream.

No wonder it's called daydreaming.

From the silence of the two people has become completely dark, the color of the dark up to two people.

Dusk is really the best time of the day. Drag you into the dark, let it be, there's no time to struggle.

Yan Cheng looked up and thought his heart would be quiet every time he saw it. Because the city only found this beautiful dusk, lawn lake with the summer evening wind blowing, leaves rustle slightly shaking, all in their eyes with the night into one.

But now inexplicably fidgety up, because next to the girl? Yan Cheng thought, can't help but fret from the bottom of my heart, with every pore restless.

In the hands of the smoke, has long been burning to the end, only dim cigarette ends. Yancheng shakes off the cigarette in his hand and takes out a cigarette from his pocket to light Diao Qi.

When Yan Cheng took a few mouthfuls, he felt the uneasiness in his heart. After thinking about it, he threw another cigarette to Yang Peiqing, but without looking back, he still looked down at the cigarette in his hand.

Yang Peiqing looks at the cigarette thrown by Yancheng in her palm. The slender white cigarette is elegant and beautiful, but it is full of fatal temptation. The air has a hint of mint, mixed with the smell of grass, Qinru chest.

This period of time is enough pressure, endless work pressure is breathless. The red inspirational bar at the back of the classroom is like a red dusk, which instantly brings itself into the darkness.

Shen Shen Qi, Yang Peiqing or took the cigarette, Diao in the mouth, with teeth not light not heavy bite.

"Lighter." Yang Peiqing said biting the cigarette, because there is something in his mouth that is a little unclear.

Yan Cheng spits out the blue and white smoke in his mouth and hands Yang Peiqing half of the burning smoke. He still doesn't look back, but looks down at the grass.

With his hand gently over Yan Cheng's hand smoke, through Yan Cheng's hand to borrow fire, soon his cigarette also rises smoke, Yang Peiqing release Yan Cheng's hand.

When the familiar taste filled his chest, Yang Peiqing really felt happy. Sure enough, smoking and drinking will be more enjoyable than endless homework. No wonder people will degenerate.

Thinking about his dog's life, Yang Peiqing also felt suddenly. Is the person who devotes himself to his homework really himself?

It turns out that at a certain time, as long as we are forced, we can all become the people we hate the most.

A cigarette of time, but let Yang Peiqing heart better than a lot. No wonder men like smoking, just two minutes, with the smoke can make you awake a lot.

"You say, if only life were as free as smoking." Yang Peiqing spits out the last puff of smoke and says to Yan Cheng.

Yancheng finally turned back and looked at himself, with mist in his eyes. "What's the trouble?" After all, Yan Cheng knows Yang Peiqing best.

Because two people, too similar.

Yang Peiqing dropped the cigarette end in her hand and laughed at the sky.

"Not to his mother's college entrance examination, college entrance examination destroyed life, our head teacher said really terrible."

Pretty little girl, in the dark, with a sad expression, swearing, but the look is natural. Even if it is Yan Cheng, can not help but raised the corner of the mouth.

"You'll be upset, too? Or is it because of college entrance examination? "

Two people, one to his mother a bullshit, college entrance examination in their mouth suddenly insignificant up.

Yan Cheng's problem is simply naive and lovely. In Yang Peiqing's opinion, how can he not worry? Just did not show it, but Yang Peiqing felt very vulnerable.

Looking up at the sunset gradually dark, Yang Peiqing said: "anyway, the college entrance examination is enough, I am tired, you are an art student how good, pure score is very tired."

Although it is said that, Yang Peiqing's tone is not too much envy. I know that I don't have this ability and interest, and I also know that other people's art examination is not easy.

Yan Cheng naturally knows that, after listening to Yang Peiqing's words, the corners of his mouth bend, as if with a laugh.