C11 Really No Is There a Chance?

"Will you continue to play football after you enter university?" she asked, because she couldn't think of anything to say.

"It can't be!" I still want to study hard! " He stared at her.

The left hand, unoccupied, was unfolding and closing on her leg, and she suddenly felt that she had lost her appetite.

"Yeah, that's true too! The architecture courses were quite complicated. But you, you have no problem! " She smiled unnaturally.

He smiled back and asked, "What about you? When are you leaving?"

"It's around the 20th. We need to prepare some things during this time." "No," she replied.

Then, there was silence, with only the occasional sound of cars passing by outside, the sound of shops talking, and the sound of music.

Neither of them moved. They just sat there quietly.

"You eat first, I'm done. I'm leaving!" She got up quickly, picked up her purse and key, and said goodbye to him.

"Shiyuan," he called to her.

Her feet were nailed to the ground, making it impossible for her to move forward.

"What is it?" she asked, turning to him.

"Take care!"

She was willing that he would not say anything, that he would just leave.

However, how could she forget his expression?

Her hand tightened and she stood in the doorway, unable to get out.

"Really? No, is there a chance?" he asked her softly, as he came after her.

Opportunity, what opportunity, she knew very well. But after all that had happened, how was he going to go back in time?

"Sorry, I'll be leaving first!" She never looked back. The bell on the door rang. Only Peng Mufei stood there watching her get on her bike and leave.

Her mind was filled with his image. She thought that she could be strong enough to forget him, that her past experiences with Wang Zixuan would thoroughly wash away her memories of Peng Mufei. However, when they met again, she realized that she had never let it go.

It doesn't matter. It's only been a month. There will be four more years to come. Time would change everything, distance would change everything, and across the vast Pacific Ocean, everything would change.

The night wind blew away her tears, and in the darkness she smiled her signature smile.

That night, she and her aunt and uncle were chatting and watching television, telling stories about what they had seen in Japan, and showing them pictures.

"This one is not bad, it's making you look really beautiful!" said my aunt.

"It's more than just this one. Each one is very beautiful!" Uncle smiled and said, "Shiyuan, is this picture of yours taken by anyone? "You're so lucky. Everyone who takes pictures is very professional!"

Shiyuan didn't understand why her uncle said so. "A professional photographer will seize the souls of the people and the scenes they capture and know when the moment will be the best!" her uncle explained.

Uncle pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and continued, "The person who took the photo was very accurate in capturing your soul!"

Shi Yuan smiled bitterly because these photos were taken by Wang Zixuan. The two of them were just strangers, how could they talk about souls? However, because her uncle was very knowledgeable in photography and had taken a lot of valuable photographs, she still believed her uncle's words. However, that Wang Zixuan …

Sigh, forget it, what was the point of thinking about those useless things?

In response to her uncle's expert opinion, Shiyuan said, "I can't tell. I don't believe you!"

"Silly girl, isn't it good to film you so beautifully?" Uncle laughed and said, "I think we should pick the best ones and hang them at home!"

"Please spare me!" Forget it, I'll just hurry up and put it away! " Shiyuan was shocked by her uncle's words. It was just some travel photos, but they were done so grandly.

"Forget about all these. In the future, when Shiyuan gets married, we'll just take some photos of Shiyuan's dress and hang them at home!" Aunt laughed.

Marry? Shiyuan's hand that was arranging the photos suddenly stopped, and that night came back to her mind. Marry?

Seeing her kneel in front of the tea table in a daze, her uncles and aunts thought that she was shy.

"Silly child, don't tell me you want to be single? We will definitely not agree to it! " said my aunt.

"Aiya, stop talking, I'm only sixteen this year. If you want to talk about marriage, you should wait until you're thirty! "There are still many more years to go!" She didn't seem to care much about it, but her uncle was so shocked by this that he spat out a mouthful of tea, and her aunt quickly wiped it off for him.

"Look at you in shock! I'll go to school, and it'll be years before I graduate. After graduation, you still have to go to the hospital to work. It's not like you don't know how hard it is to work as a doctor. It's best to agree on these things in the future! " Shiyuan looked at her uncles' disbelieving expressions and said carelessly.

Aunt seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Shiyuan, that Peng Mufei, weren't you guys in love?"

This name made her feel even worse than Wang Zixuan did. She and Peng Mufei had ended before the battle had even begun, and it was impossible for them to ever again in this life. Therefore, she did not want to hear her aunt speak of him again.

"Stop making wild guesses, how could I fall in love with him? Just a classmate. " Shi Chong organized the photos and said, "His relationship with Yi Xuan is much better than mine. I didn't say much to him. These words, just say it at home. If it gets out, do you really think I will do anything to him?! How awkward! "

With that, Shi Yuanyuan took the photo back to her room.

"Is she hiding something from us? I feel that Shi Yuan and that Peng Mufei are not as simple as ordinary classmates! " Aunt said.

"Don't worry about it anymore, nothing will happen to you!" his uncle advised.

His aunt sighed. It just so happened that the TV was showing the story about the Orient Bank of the Wang family investing in the Bank of Japan, Bank S. Shi Yuanyuan was going to the kitchen to get some milk, but she heard Wang Zixuan's voice just as she walked down the stairs. Her heart couldn't help but beat faster.