Chapter 159 Heartfelt Closest to Sadness (8)

The table where Song Qingchun was sitting was far away from the table where Su Zhinian was sitting, and a group of classmates were chatting and laughing lively. After the whole banquet, although Song Qingchun was not as relaxed as before, It's still natural.

After the banquet, when relatives and colleagues left one after another, the president specially opened a few tables for high school students in the chess and card room on the top floor.

Before going upstairs to play cards, I don't know who suddenly suggested that we want to take a group photo.

For the 100-day banquet, the president invited professional videographers. The ready-made equipment was available. Everyone agreed with this proposal, so under the arrangement of the president, a group of men and women lined up in two rows according to the difference in height.

Song Qingchun's height is not particularly tall among the girls, but she can't be considered short either. When she went out today, she deliberately chose a pair of high heels that were more than ten centimeters, so she was ranked in the second row.

Song Qingchun's side was Brother Zhang Zi at first, because of Song Cheng, she knew Zhang Zi very well, and the two of them laughed and joked a little.

The group was in a mess for a long time before they finally managed to line up.

When the photographer adjusted the focus and asked everyone to prepare, Zhang Zi beside Song Qingchun was suddenly pulled away by someone, and then someone changed around her.

Song Qingchun turned his head in wonder, and saw that it was Su Zhinian.

The man's expression was very calm, he stared straight ahead, and didn't look at her at all, but even so, Song Qingchun's body became a little stiff, and his feet moved outwards instinctively, trying to move himself a little bit. Increase the distance between Su Zhinian and Su Zhinian.

"Three, two..." Following the instructions of the photographer, everyone shouted "eggplant".

Su Zhinian was by his side, Song Qingchun didn't make a sound, but pulled the corner of his lips reluctantly.

When the photographer called out "one", Su Zhinian, who was standing beside Song Qingchun, was pushed hard by someone. He lost his balance and bumped into Song Qingchun by accident. She fell, raised her hand without thinking about it, and put her arms around her shoulders. Her body stiffened for a moment, and then she raised her head, and he just lowered his head, and his eyes collided with each other. There were several consecutive "clicks".

After the photo was taken, everyone dispersed, and Song Qingchun came back to her senses. She quickly looked away, broke away from Su Zhinian's arm around her shoulder, and hurried away.

At the banquet, everyone more or less drank some wine, so when playing cards, they were in high spirits. From time to time, there were cheers, and the atmosphere in the whole room was lively and noisy.

Song Qingchun didn't play at first. He stood by Zhang Zi and Qin Yinan's table and watched them play cards. Later, he went to the bathroom with a female classmate. When he came back, Song Qingchun was stopped by his tablemate: "Youth, I I have something to go out for a while, you support me for a while."

While talking, the deskmate took her by the arm and dragged her to the table by the window, regardless of whether she agreed or disagreed, and then pressed her forcefully to an empty seat in front of the mahjong table.

"Now I'm the banker, here are the chips, you're going to throw the dice..." The tablemate explained briefly, stuffed the sieve into her palm, patted her on the shoulder, and hurried away.

Holding the dice, Song Qingchun scanned the people who were playing cards with her first, and then saw the person she was most afraid of seeing these days.

Su Zhinian.