Su Zhinian's eyes stared at the document became somewhat frozen when he heard the question.

He first knew this song and heard it on the car radio. The first thing he thought was that the tune was very good, he went to pay attention to this song. Then he glanced at the deepest part of his heart at first glance .

We are all forgotten, we are all forgotten...

Su Zhinian held the fingertips of the document, increased some strength, and the paper was slightly wrinkled.

He was just forgotten by her... He looked for her for ten years, and met again. All she had in her eyes was alienation and strangeness. She said classmates, you admit the wrong person, I'm not called Tingting.

Her words were like a loud slap, breaking his full excitement and joy.

Those stories that he has been missing forever have become the dream of his own heart, perfect and hopeless.

Song Qingchun has long ignored what she said to Su Zhinian and is accustomed to it. She didn't lose a little bit on her face. She stood quietly for a while, maybe it was a bit boring, and maybe she felt that she was staying here for a long time, even more Sleepy, Song Qingchun thought about leaving.

When she was just about to say "If there is nothing wrong, I'm going out first", she suddenly thought of something the same, and she turned around and said softly, "Thank you."

Su Zhinian pulled her thoughts back from her memories, and looked at Song Qingchun with a surprised look, as if wondering why she thanked her.

Song Qingchun came into contact with the line of sight he cast and quickly explained: "Today at the Beijing Capital Club, thank you for your help."

Su Zhinian paused for a few seconds, and realized what she was referring to. "Oh", she lowered her head and went to read the document. After reading about three or four lines, he added a light tone: "No Thanks, it's my return."

"Uh?" Song Qingchun suddenly froze, her face covered with ignorance, she couldn't remember how he helped her, what did he reward her?

As if feeling the girl's confusion, Su Zhinian slowly raised her eyelids and looked at Song Qingchun, still using the very weak tone, and said two words: "egg, medicine."

Su Zhinian's words were too concise, and Song Qingchun didn't respond at all for a while. He stood froze for a long time, only to realize that he meant a while ago, he was injured, and the two she cooked for him Eggs used to reduce swelling, and hemostatic and anti-inflammatory ointments that went out to buy.

"Well, that's actually nothing...Hands up, hands up..." Song Qingchun didn't expect such a small thing, Su Zhinian even remembered that she became a little embarrassed and repeated "Hands Up" twice in a row, then In response to Su Zhinian, he once again expressed his solemn thanks. "No matter what, I still want to thank you."

She said this very sincerely, and her expression became a little serious, her dark and shiny eyes, a little serious.

Su Zhinian stared at her eyes, a bit frozen.

Song Qingchun said thanks, before looking to leave, she glanced at the time, and it was already half past one in the morning. She couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Su, so late, are you still not resting?"

Su Zhinian hurriedly closed her gaze, in order to conceal his previous gaffe, he picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip, before replying lightly, "There is still some work left unfinished."