"Ting'er!" Zhang Qianbo's voice suddenly sounded behind Liu Ting'er.

   Liu Ting'er's back froze and turned her head startled, and she saw Zhang Qianbo behind her.

  He stood upright, the buttons of his clothes were open, his hair was messy, his beard had grown unshaven, and he looked haggard and lonely.

  He was breathing heavily, standing there against the light, looking at Liu Ting'er, joy, guilt, relaxation, and distress all expressed on his face.

  Time seemed to stand still, neither of them spoke, letting the wind blow their hair.

   "Ting'er! I finally found you." Zhang Qianbo returned to his senses and walked towards Liu Ting'er step by step, and finally sat on Liu Ting'er's left as if he were familiar with the road.

   Liu Ting'er opened her mouth, trying to say something, but found that she couldn't say a word.

   "Ting'er. I'm sorry for making you sad and misunderstood. About that photo..." Zhang Qianbo organized this language to explain to Liu Ting'er.

   "I believe you." Liu Ting'er spoke before Zhang Qianbo finished speaking.

  If she was still hesitating before, then when she saw Zhang Qianbo standing in front of her against the light, all her anger, grievance, and sadness seemed to disappear.

  As long as Zhang Qianbo is to stand in front of her, nothing matters anymore, she believes him.

"But I still want to tell you that those pictures on the Internet are true. I did go out with Yang Linling. But our motives were not as sordid as the ones on the Internet." Zhang Qianbo looked at Liu Ting'er gratefully and moved her. trust yourself.

  At the same time, Zhang Qianbo took out the hairpin in his hand and handed it to Liu Ting'er.

   "What is this?" Liu Ting'er looked at Zhang Qianbo questioningly.

   "Open it up and take a look, this is a gift I gave you." Zhang Qianbo said excitedly, his eyes still a little smug.

   Liu Ting'er opened the gift with slender fingers.

  A delicate hairpin appeared before her eyes.

   "Wow! It's so beautiful!" Liu Ting'er couldn't help exclaiming.

The hairpin is embedded with a sapphire. It has a delicate and delicate shape and a moderate length. It shines in the sun and shines. The most important thing is that at the top of the hairpin, Zhang Qianbo and Zhang Qianbo are engraved stroke by stroke. Liu Ting'er's name.

  Looking at it, I know that Zhang Qianbo did it himself.

   Liu Ting'er raised her head in surprise and looked at Zhang Qianbo’s expectant eyes: "Did you make this yourself?"

  Zhang Qianbo nodded in a noncommittal way: "Yes. It's also the source of this misunderstanding."

  Liu Ting'er sat in place and listened.

"This gift was originally intended to be given to you on China Service Day. But because of these recent things, I had to take it out in advance. Actually, the reason why I eat with Yang Linling is because I am looking for her to learn how to do it. Hairpin." Zhang Qianbo smiled helplessly, feeling that he was really tired when faced with these rumors.

  In the two days of searching for Liu Ting'er, he went crazy.

After Liu Ting'er heard this, her eyes turned red and she looked at Zhang Qianbo distressedly: "Sorry, Qianbo, I was so excited at that time that I left rashly. And I called you at that time, and it was Yang Linling who picked it up... At that time... I was ashamed."

   "Phone?" Zhang Qianbo looked at Liu Ting'er strangely.

   "Well, I called you just before I left."

  Zhang Qianbo thought for a while, but had no impression at all.