Nothing... what are you doing standing here? Su Zhinian raised an eyebrow, put down the document, leaned on the back of the chair, and stared at Song Qingchun.

Song Qingchun looked at Su Zhinian and looked at herself. She also bowed her head and looked at herself.

There was nothing wrong with her... Then she looked at Su Zhinian again with doubts. She saw that he was still staring at her, so she blinked at him twice and asked him silently. Why are you staring at me?

Her eyes are large and her eyes are clear. When she blinked, she was very cute, but there was another temptation.

Nothing to do, she blinked at him, seduce him?

Su Zhinian raised her hand, pulled a tie, and then looked away from her, avoided her "hooking", slightly calmed the urge in her heart, then lowered her head to continue looking at the newly opened file.

Forget it, she loves to stand here, just stand here.

In the study, she stood and looked at him. He looked down at the document, and the melodious tune wafted on the floor speaker beside him.

At first, maybe because she stared at him, his mentality was a little unstable, and he didn’t read much into the document. After a full ten minutes, he listened to her breath through the music and stared at the front. In black and white, the instability in my heart gradually became a kind of unspeakable stability.

When Song Qingchun stood sore in his legs, he realized that there was a song on and off on the sound.

It was a song sung by a female voice, the sound quality was very clear, it was very pleasant to hear, but it was sad with unspeakable.

When she re-released that song, she deliberately paid attention to the lyrics, only to find that the lyrics were as touching as the tunes.

"I said that the most fearful is the mighty wind that is about to rain. You say you are the same. We smiled and looked at the sky and chatted and cried."

"We all seem to have been loved by somebody. Those dreams are perfectly helpless, many similar gentleness, and different sadness."

"Two friends for many years, two reasons for love to come and go, after the passage of time, we narrate the old on the side of the road, the dream that was slapped in the face, like thunder rumbling..."

When Song Qingchun heard this, she couldn't help but asked out, "What song is this?"

Su Zhinian's eyes didn't leave the document at all. His eyebrows rolled over the paper calmly, and his tone was very weak, and he replied: "We have all been forgotten."

"We have all been forgotten for a long time. Time is a thief on the road, the sleeves under the umbrella, the faces waiting for answers, how happy Zoucheng is lonely..."

Just after Su Zhinian answered Song Qingchun's answer, the song played sang to a climax.

"It's pretty good." Song Qingchun simply commented.

"Well." Su Zhinian responded, his eyes still stuck to the document.

"Who sang it?" She will download the song later.

"We are all forgotten, we are all forgotten by others, how many words should be used to describe love, the calmness and ease of your words, I watched the clouds fly away, because I understand all your words, love often has a beginning and an end."

Su Zhinian was dedicated to three purposes. While listening to songs and reading documents, he chatted with Song Qingchun without a match: "Xie Anqi."

Maybe it was because Su Zhinian helped her tonight, or maybe she just saw him laughing, she became more courageous in front of him, and the questions also followed a lot more: "This song seems not very famous ? How did you find this song?"