This life can be sent

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After saying this, Zhao Qingchen suddenly felt that her heart was as calm as a pool of stagnant water. Ren Zheng was the stone that sank into the bottom of the pool, which disturbed her mood at first, but now, she can only sink into it. At the bottom of the pool, there is not even a little wind làng.

The smile on the corner of his mouth faded away from the sarcasm, Zhao Qingchen seemed to be freed from the shackles of the past six years, looking at the tearful woman, he smiled like the child back then.

"Chenchen..."

How long has Ren Zheng not seen Zhao Qingchen like this?It seems that since she asked herself if she would like to disclose the relationship between the two of them, she has never seen her again.

A flash of nostalgia surged up, but was instantly suppressed by fear.

If Zhao Qingchen was still willing to blame her and blame her, even if she beat her and scolded her, she would not be as desperate as she is now.Did she not care about Chenchen anymore?

She twitched her lips, but couldn't say anything.

"Don't cry." Zhao Qingchen raised her hand to wipe away the tears from her face, with the calmness Ren Zheng didn't want to see in her eyes, she said, "I went to extremes and hurt you, it was my fault."

"No, no, no..."

Putting down his hands, Zhao Qingchen's eyes moved to the pot of cactus placed by the dining room's window.

How tenacious.

"In this world, if a person is missing anyone, he can go on by himself. Ren Zheng, let me go, let me go too."

After Zhao Qingchen finished speaking, he looked straight at the pair of eyes filled with tears.Doesn't the heart hurt anymore?No, it's just that she doesn't want it anymore.Seal up the dust in your heart, and you won't be hurt.

The corner of her mouth was even more curved, she looked at the bowls and chopsticks on the dining table, and said, "Don't send me any more messages in the future, I won't delete friends, just stay quietly in your respective lists. Take it or leave it, it's up to you."

After finishing speaking, she turned around and walked to the bedroom.

But before she took a few steps, she was suddenly hit by a force behind her that almost made her lose her balance, her waist was tightly bound by slender arms, and a muffled cry came from behind her: "Chenchen, no! It can be like this, Chenchen, I will change...I have been waiting for you for a long time, I, I finally waited for you to come, don't go...don't want me..."

A tear fell from the corner of his eye.

Zhao Qingchen's eyes were red, but his slender hands slowly and mercilessly pushed aside the arms that were holding her, and walked towards the bedroom without looking back.

It wasn't until the sound of the door closing that Ren Zheng sat powerlessly on the floor. She covered her face with tears flowing from her fingers.

And Zhao Qingchen leaned behind the bedroom door, listening to the suppressed crying outside, raised his hand and covered his eyes with his elbow.Finally, let's go.

After that day, Zhao Qingchen returned to her previous life.Fly the plane at work and play games after get off work.

In the WeChat list, the familiar profile picture never flashed again. Ren Zheng seemed to have listened to her words, let her go, let her go, and would never appear in her world again.

It started drizzling the day before her birthday.One autumn rain and one cold, the light rain in mid-September can be regarded as autumn rain. After leaving the airport, Zhao Qingchen pulled the suitcase and felt that the company uniform could not cover the chill.

So the first thing she did when she got home was to take a good hot bath.The air conditioner was also turned on, and the warm wind slowly drove away the chill. Zhao Qingchen, who was only wearing big shorts and a T-shirt, sat in front of the computer and looked at the open steam, feeling alive again.

It was already dark when she got home, and she ordered a takeaway before taking a shower, and it was supposed to be delivered.

Looking at the city that was still running tirelessly on the computer screen, Zhao Qingchen suddenly sighed, whether there is such a perspective in reality, just like her, watching the world running coldly.

And each of them is just a speck of dust in the universe.

Before she could think about it, the doorbell rang.

After getting the takeaway, Zhao Qingchen sat in front of the computer desk, waiting for the dawn with a takeaway and a bottle of AD calcium milk.

In fact, she is not so hypocritical, she insists on waiting until [-]:[-], until her birthday.It’s just been so many years. At midnight every year, friends from all walks of life will send me messages to wish me a happy birthday.

Zhao Qingchen always felt a little sorry for not replying on time.

Time always flies when you put your mind on the game.Zhao Qingchen didn't pay attention at all, but under the bombardment of WeChat messages, he learned the current time.

It's twelve o'clock.

Pushing the takeaway box aside, Zhao Qingchen turned on the phone, looked at the string of blessings, smiled, and prepared to thank them one by one.But she suddenly caught a glimpse of that familiar head, which dazzled her eyes and made her heart beat a little faster.

She pointed her fingers uncontrollably, but a simple "Happy Birthday" made her curl her lips.

Obviously I don't care anymore.

But seeing that Ren Zheng still remembered his birthday, he always felt that a string was touched.

After returning everyone's messages, she was the last one to return to Ren Zheng.His fingers hung on the phone screen for a long time, and finally he only typed "Thank you".

It should be good to just be a friend like this.