Love At The Right Time (MTL)

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Shi Qingqiu drove the car very fast, and didn't know how long it took him to arrive. Anyway, he put the car in and went to the study.

She didn't have time to change shoes or clothes, only the diary in her mind.

Wen Qinghan wrote a diary for seven years, which contained all the past Shi Qingqiu wanted to know.

When Wen Qinghan confessed to the diary, Shi Qingqiu didn't plan to read the diary. Because I feel that I can't help but feel distressed when I see those in the past, and I can't help but talk to Wen Qinghan.

But Wen Qinghan said, if you watch it, don't let her know.

Shi Qingqiu stopped thinking about it now, just thinking about giving her all the good things in the days to come, making up for the past, making her happy, satisfying her, and making her happy.

But today, Shi Qingqiu wants to know those pasts. After briefly talking about Wen Qinghan's thoughts, she wants to know those pasts.

I want to know how many years Wen Qinghan has been hiding, how many years he has been reading, and since when the feelings he has accumulated have allowed her to imagine herself so reluctantly, even if it is against her will, she must first Consider yourself.

Shi Qingqiu found the diary in the drawer. It was not in the same position as when he first arrived. Wen Qinghan still kept the diary habit.

The diary is very thick, and the mouth of the book is a little swelled. This is due to years of use. The white cover has no stains, which shows how much Wen Qinghan usually cares for it.

Shi Qingqiu sat in a chair, breathing deeply in his diary, and after a while, he opened the first page cautiously.

Wen Qinghan's familiar Gangjun font came into view when they first entered university.

There was only one simple sentence that day: "I like her, I'm pretty sure."

Shi Qingqiu couldn't help but laugh, really echoing her old cadre style, not interesting and direct.

The following dates were many days apart, but Shi Qingqiu couldn't laugh anymore, and his nose became sour.

"There is a girl beside her, and that girl laughs as much as she does. When they are together, she will be happier than the last minute, and will be happier than when she was with me, which is very good. I will do For things that are not possible, another person should do it for me."

It seemed that Wen Qinghan at that time appeared in front of him, the wind was light and the clouds were light, and he was free to come and go. He never said much. His eyes seemed to be filled with a sea, and he couldn't see through or see clearly.

Shi Qingqiu couldn't help biting his lip and continued to look through it.

"We haven't spoken well for many days. I really want to talk to her a few more words, talk about the weather these few days, talk about my parents who have become addicted to computer games recently. But I don't seem to be able to find it. When the opportunity comes to speak, then forget it."

The handwriting of the last period was a little faint, as if the pen nib stayed for a while, and then slowly rounded up.

The word "Forget it" made Wen Qinghan, who was indifferent by nature, so hesitant, Shi Qingqiu's heart ached without warning, and his eyes were red.

She didn't even remember what she was doing. In short, there was no Wen Qinghan in the picture in that memory.

They rarely met during that time. Even if they met, they just said hello and left.