142. Chapter 142 Gifts (7)

He saw An Yirou throw the bracelet in her hand to her little cousin with a casual attitude: "Do you like it? Then I'll give it to you."

His fists clenched little by little, and his heart sank little by little, and the whole person seemed to be in a gust of wind and waves.

It turned out that the gift he carefully selected for her was something that she could give to others casually in her eyes.

An Yirou was busy opening the gift and didn't notice Ke Shaoze standing in the dim light outside the door. A moving smile appeared on her face again, but this time Ke Shaoze didn't look at it again and walked away without looking back...

His heart was filled with an indescribable emotion, and he urgently needed to find an outlet to vent it. Otherwise, he was afraid that he would go crazy.

For some reason, whenever he encountered something particularly sad or happy, his first reaction was to call Su Rourou and share his thoughts with her.

She always listened to him quietly, laughed with him, and was sad with him.

Ke Shaoze sat under the big tree in front of Su Rourou's house, leaning against the trunk dejectedly.

He held a can of beer in his hand, and there were cans scattered on the ground. The breeze blew, and the cans rolled gently on the ground, making the sound of metal rubbing against the concrete floor.

He kept drinking and drinking until his head began to feel dizzy, until he felt a stream of air floating past his eyes.

"Brother Rou, you're here?" He put down the beer in his hand and put his hand on his slightly bent knees.

Su Rourou sat down beside him gently, hugged her knees with both hands, and rested her little head on them.

"You...what's wrong? Didn't you go to Yirou's birthday party? Why did you come back so early?" She looked at him worriedly and asked carefully.

She thought that he should spend more time with An Yirou tonight...

Ke Shaoze didn't say anything, picked up the beer on the ground and took a sip, and there was a gloomy look between his handsome eyebrows.

"Don't drink! I'm asking you a question!" Su Rourou stepped forward and snatched the beer can from his hand.

Ke Shaoze leaned back dejectedly, resting his head on the tree trunk, looking up at the vast starry sky.

The sky was full of stars, and there was always a star in everyone's eyes that was particularly bright.

Su Rourou looked up along with his gaze, and looked up at the sky together.

Ke Shaoze spoke slowly: "Yirou and I have been classmates since junior high school..."

When Su Rourou heard An Yirou's name, her heart ached as usual, and she pretended to listen to his memories with a smile.

Ke Shaoze talked about many things in the past between him and An Yirou. He talked in detail, down to a look, a smile...

But these moments that he could not forget sounded a little sad to Su Rourou. She felt sad for him and for herself.

Because in all the stories he told, she only saw his silly unrequited love. Those moments that he thought were heart-pounding, perhaps to An Yirou, were just an inadvertent glance or a smile. But Ke Shaoze, who had a one-sided love for her, could recall this moment for a long, long time...

I don't know how long he talked, so long that Su Rourou's heart was so painful that she couldn't breathe, Ke Shaoze suddenly stopped.

He suddenly stretched out his slender arms and tightly grasped her shoulders. He just looked at her, his dark eyes stained with a layer of hazy drunkenness.