Chapter 705 (1/2)

This page is blank. There is no word. To be more precise, the page that should have existed is no longer there. It has been torn off. It's not only this page, the next page, the next page, and then the next page. I just found out at this time that this notebook was not so thin originally, because nearly half of the pages in the back were torn off so rudely. I'm glad to be spared There are less than ten hard blank pages.

Is this a unfinished novel?

Unwilling to have no answer? Or do you believe there must be an answer? I don't know what I'm looking forward to, but I look at every blank page carefully. I understand that I don't want this novel to end in such a place. Finally, on the last page of my notebook, I found a few lines of words written in red ink -

life is like a note, in a limited number of pages, there is happiness I hope to write

however, the appearance and disappearance of a certain person tear up all the blank pages that have not been described yet

since then, happiness has no place to write

since then, the disillusionment of vision and so on

dream waking up is empty, only hatred and unwillingness are in the heart.

Hate her, hate her, hate her!

Blame him, blame him, love him

this seems to be a poem written by Chu Yuan. At the bottom of the poem, there are five words, five big words - I hate Cheng Liusu!

I understand. I understand. I don't complain about Shutong's three eighties anymore. I don't blame her for digging our brother's and sister's * * - even if she's not Chu Yuan's teacher, just seeing this poem and these five words, she has enough reason to question me, blame me, despise me, and big ear melon seeds are pulling me, because she's cousin of fringe

I can imagine Shutong seeing these After that, I can imagine her surprise, her nervousness, her anger, her disbelief and incomprehension. I know that she must have thought a lot, because she is patient, can sit so calmly opposite me, can talk with me peacefully, can quietly wait for me to read this note until the last page

If I am Shu Tong, I can't do it If these things also happen in this novel, as a person, and put into the role of Shu Tong, I will throw this notebook on the face of Murong Yuanyuan's brother when I meet him. Even if it is tolerable at that time, I will do so after Murong Yuanyuan's brother acquiesces that he has noticed his sister's abnormal love tendency for a long time >But Shu Tong is not. She is always calm. She always tries to suppress her real feelings, not only because she has a position as a teacher, as an educator, but also because she has a position as a friend. She is more likely to think and digest her unexpected findings from my position. Otherwise, she can be impulsive. She doesn't need to be with me at all You are welcome

I put down my notebook. At this time, there are not many guests in the restaurant. Looking at Shu Tong who is still sitting quietly opposite me and looking at me, I said with a bitter smile: ”thank you”

Shu Tong who sat there for at least an hour and didn't insert a word said the same way: ”thank me what?”

”A lot,” I said with a laugh. ”Perhaps the most important thing to thank you is that you slapped me in the face when you didn't meet?”

Shutong shook his head and didn't answer. He got up and bought two more Coke with ice. He handed me a glass of coke. He held a glass of coke in his own hands and banged it with a straw for a long time, as if he was thinking about something. He didn't look up and ask me, ”when did you notice that?”

Shutong asked me without a clue. I subconsciously wanted to pretend to be confused. I could see her clear and serious eyes. I felt that I wanted to avoid myself was so shameful. Now, do I have to continue to pretend? When do I want to continue to deceive myself?