Ye Luoli: After rebirth, I was forced to clear my name

When Wen Qian received that inexplicable phone call, Ye Jia was insisting on pulling her out on the side.

Before Wen Qian picked up the call, she didn't think about who it would call.

The mobile phone was broken by her a long time ago, and after replacing it with a new one, she didn't save any of the other people's phones except for her parents.

There was silence for a while before he said, "It's me, Shu Yan."

Wen Qian thought for two seconds, and couldn't think of any reason for him to call her again, she really had nothing to say about Shu Yan.

"What's the matter?" Wen Qian said lightly.

She heard that Shu Yan's voice was not as calm as before, and he hesitated

, confused: "Actually, I... I mean—"

He wanted to explain everything, he wanted to apologize, and when it came to the end, he opened his mouth again.

Wen Qian didn't expect him to say anything normal, she said, "I'll hang up if you're okay."

"Wait.

Shu Yan said: "I want to tell you, I'm sorry."

Wen Qian replied without any waves: "You have said this sentence more than once. I don't think it's necessary to say it again.

Listening to her voice, he could even imagine her indifferent, expressionless face, but he still said, "This time is different."

"I know I made a mistake. I found out that I misunderstood you too deeply, I said a lot of nonsense, I shouldn't have said that, I really want to sincerely apologize to you. I'm sorry. "

Well, I accepted it, and then?" Wen Qian tapped her fingers on the table, and sat in a different position, as if she was not very comfortable.

Although Ye Jia didn't say a word next to her, Wen Qian still felt that he was eavesdropping on herself.

Although this seems unlikely.

On the other side of the phone, Shu Yan seemed to have expected her attitude, he was not angry, nor angry, and said slowly: "I'm really sorry, Wen Qian."

"I apologize for all the things I've done, and I know you probably don't care too much about those words anymore, and those words that were excessive, now that I think about it, every sentence makes me feel ashamed.

He paused for a moment and said, "And... I also went to your house.

Wen Qian frowned, she vaguely guessed a little bit of Shu Yan's intention in saying this: "So what?" "

I didn't expect you to be under so much pressure alone, we don't know anything about this, and I'm still misunderstanding you... It was because of the grudge that I made such a choice.

Wen Qian felt very bored.

Shu Yan still said on the other end of the phone: "It's me who is too narrow-minded, I should understand you, as a friend, I haven't even tried to understand you, I don't even know your most basic situation." You moved out of the house, and we don't know.

"Alright, that's it. Wen Qian interrupted him impatiently, "Maybe you're serious, but I don't want to listen to these nonsense at all, it's of no practical use at all."

"Shu Yan, let me repeat, we are not friends, my family and life have nothing to do with you, and there is no need to inform you, you don't need to feel guilty about this. Because it's my business.

Wen Qian hated such occasions that seemed to reveal her true feelings, and she couldn't understand what Shu Yan was clinging to, because in her opinion, these were like useless piles of waste wood that could be discarded at any time.

Shu Yan heard her displeasure, so she had to shut up and ask instead, "Where are you now?" Your mother called Teacher Zhou, and everyone was worried about you.

"So, that's what you're going to my house for?"

Shu Yan said "um", "But you're not at home."

"I'm long gone, it's not home at all. Wen Qian said.

"Then how do you live alone? If you want, you can go to Sisi's house to live. She's alone..."

Look, the accommodation has been arranged for her.

"I don't want to," Wen Qian said bluntly, "I have my own place to live, why should I move to someone else's house?"

She completely lost her patience: "Shu Yan, no matter what you see in my house or what you think, it has nothing to do with me." Don't use your rich imagination to guess how miserable my life is – I don't find it that funny at all.

"Rather than your persistent apology, I would rather see you ignore me or stay away from me, don't pity me, don't think about changing me, I don't need anything."

Wen Qian hung up the phone.

Ye Jia looked at her with a smile, he was now interested in Wen Qian.

"Don't look at me like that, I didn't hear you talk to him this time. He said innocently with a shrug.

There was no ridicule in the words, just a little joke that was used to amuse her and his subtle, imperceptible kindness.

Wen Qian was really completely quiet.

She couldn't find anything to say, and she didn't know what else she could say. She looked at the boy in front of her, who had a face that seemed to have been kissed lightly by an angel, a pair of warm pupils that shimmered with light, and the corners of his mouth that often smiled.

This person was very different from the gloomy and indifferent her, Wen Qian thought. If she still had that kind of energy, she wouldn't feel tired of saying a few words from others. She just wants to rest now.

Ye Jia's eyes seemed to be able to see the bottom of his heart all the time, he took her hand and ran out, riding a bicycle to signal her to sit up.

Wen Qian hesitated, but sat down anyway.

In Ye Jia's presumptuous and enthusiastic laughter, she saw a living soul, although that soul was still far away to her, but at this moment when the evening breeze passed by, she chose to approach.

The corners of his clothes were blown up by the wind, and Wen Qian's hair was scattered and blown behind her by the wind, while she looked ahead.

It was already completely dark, and no one knew where she was, what she was doing, and no one would suddenly appear on this quiet night to misunderstand and pressure her.

Wen Qian relaxed her expression, and grabbed Ye Jia's swinging clothes, the path she rode through was secluded and deserted, the faint moonlight sprinkled on her face and arms, and the rose-like hair spread out exuded a different kind of beauty.

"Your hair color is special. Ye Jia said with certainty, "It's better than any color I've ever seen."

Although there was probably a sense of comfort in these words, Wen Qian still hooked the corners of her mouth, she actually liked this kind of praise in her heart.

She said unhurriedly: "You have a lot of vision." "

I love roses.

Ye Jia suddenly spoke, and the bicycle was stopped, and they arrived.

In the distance is a long, winding path that leads to the place where the moonlight comes from on the top of the mountain.

The summer evening breeze blows, the leaves of the plane trees sway, and there are subtle fireflies in the bushes, everything is as hazy and beautiful as a tulle.

"All the warm and open views of life and beauty are worthy of our admiration, including the wild roses growing in the thorn bushes, and the moonlight at this moment. "