Chapter 972 The Obsession of Youth, the Obsession of Youth 18

"Yeah..." Qin Yinan imitated Song Qingchun's tone, repeated these two words, and fell silent.

Yes... time flies so fast.

It’s coming soon, you who once liked me have now fallen in love with someone else, and you are about to get married and become the happiest bride.

It’s coming soon. Now, if I want to touch your head like before, I’m not qualified to do so.

Just like the song I just sang, small actions can hurt so much. I can only act like a gentleman to talk to you. Even though I act considerate, I often expose things I don’t want others to know, and the more I hide them, the more I hide them. The more profound.

The atmosphere became a little stagnant. Song Qingchun, who didn't pay attention at first, vaguely noticed something strange.

Qin Yinan knew that if he kept silent, his cover-ups would be exposed. He blinked and stood up straight: "It's a bit cold outside, let's go in."

Song Qingchun stared at Qin Yinan in silence for a moment and found that he was no different from usual. He thought he had just hallucinated. He nodded with a smile and stood up from the swing.

Qin Yinan did not enter the box with Song Qingchun. When Song Qingchun stepped into the corridor, he called her name.

Song Qingchun turned around.

Qin Yinan stood under a tree in the garden, with his hands in his pockets and a gentle and elegant smile: "Song Song, happy wedding."

Song Qingchun blinked, unable to explain why, her throat became a little blocked, she nodded hard, smiled brightly, turned around, and walked toward the box door.

Qin Yinan stood there without moving, quietly watching her figure disappear at the door of the box.

Song Qingchun, happy wedding.

The girl I love, I wish you happiness.

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The atmosphere in the box was still lively and lively.

When the show was about to end at midnight, Tang Nuo, who had drunk too much, got high and pulled Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian from their seats, pushed them in front of the big screen, and began the interrogation.

At first, it was really an interrogation.

Everyone asked some questions that they were curious about.

For example:

Su Zhinian, when did you fall in love with Song Qingchun?

Song Qingchun, when did you fall in love with Su Zhinian?

Su Zhinian, is Song Qingchun your first love?

Song Qingchun, is Su Zhinian the first person you like?

Su Zhinian, why did you fall in love with Song Qingchun?

Song Qingchun, what is the most touching thing Su Zhinian has ever done for you?

As he kept asking, Su Zhinian gradually took control of the situation, and went from passive questioning to active explanation.

"I met her when I was eight years old."

"To this day, that encounter is still the most beautiful scene in my life."

The noisy box gradually became quiet, so quiet that there was no other sound except Su Zhinian who was speaking.

"Meet her and meet your lifelong obsession."

"She is my beginning and my end."

He didn't know whether he quietly walked to the song requesting station, or whether Su Zhinian controlled the consciousness of others and ordered a song.

Music that Song Qingchun was very familiar with sounded in the box.

"I said I am most afraid of the breeze that is about to rain. You said you are the same."

When the song that Xie Anqi was listening to was played, countless indescribable emotions emerged in Song Qingchun's heart, such as touching, sighing, sadness, happiness... She seemed to be infected by Su Zhinian, and she was slowly moved by Su Zhinian. The classmate forced the microphone into his hand, raised it to his mouth, and followed Su Zhinian's words and continued softly: "He has been looking for me for ten years."