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Summer is here.

In the mountains, the air is still pure and cool.

The manor is shaded by trees, a courtyard backyard at the corner of the garden, white stone masonry road, meandering to the west, on both sides of the road, pieces of red flowers fall on the stone steps. Outside the crescent door, the vine sheds are covered with flowers.

This is a Naliangzhaizi in Houshe.

The windows are clear and the table is clean; the campanula flower branches are also probing into the room, and the pink layered flower buds quietly peeping at the people in the room.

"Murder ... means an act of maliciously depriving others of their lives."

Zhen Yi squeezed the hair falling from her ear and pressed on the thick criminal code. While taking notes carefully, she casually uttered something lightly,

"... The act of murder must have some kind (whether express or implied) of malicious intentions before it is sufficient to constitute murder ...."

On the wooden rattan table is a thick stack of books, such as criminal procedure regulations, homicide regulations, etc.

"After the abolition of the death penalty, legal killings can be divided into three categories ..." she murmured, lowering her head, and the hair behind her ears fell back again, blocking her view.

Thinking was disrupted for a second.

She stopped her pen, her eyes slanted, and screamed her mouth violently, her hair flying randomly.

The words across the rattan table heard the movement, raised her eyes, and saw her blowing her hair happily. She really lived up to her exemplary title of self-entertainment.

He raised his eyes for a moment, but his hands didn't stop. Next second, he lowered his head to continue writing.

Zhen Yi blew a few times, and soon got bored, grabbed her hair and prepared to continue reading, but his eyes fell on him inadvertently.

The sunlight in the afternoon passed through the tulle window, warm and hazy, and his low eyebrows and eyes were beautiful and picturesque.

Zhen Yi found that his eyelashes were very long, because they were drooping, and he looked darker and denser. There was an urge to kiss her eyes for no reason.

The slight sunlight made his cheeks white and transparent, really a beautiful man.

She looked at him for a few seconds, and her heartbeat accelerated.

His eyes slowly moved down, and his fingers were white and slender, clinging to a brush, and quietly and intently writing the memories between them on a black notebook.

She really admired him.

They have known each other for 12 years, and he remembers every sentence she said, even the tone and mood behind each sentence.

He said that at the end of last year, a lightning strike and a candlestick caught fire and burned most of his notebooks, but it didn't matter, he couldn't burn his memory.

He can re-record, this time, record with her.

In the past two months, he took her to the bus station where they first met and told her that day, she came down from the sky like a sun, smiled and turned back, and since then lightened his life;

He took her to their school and told her that their classroom was separated by seven floors and a small playground. On the day of class, they met 9 times a day;

He took her for a walk on the stadium and told her that she rode and ran on the grass with a broom; told her that she jumped and stretched like a bird when she jumped high;

He took her to the library and told her that she hated the library the most because she was too mobile to sit still; when he read books, she moved around and always made all kinds of sounds, Like a little rat grinding teeth;

He said that at that time, the school's teachers and classmates thought that they really did not match.

But he felt that they were well together; only when she was dangling around him could he feel happy.

He took her to the top of the teaching building to watch the stars and told her that she remembered the wrong time that night and did not see the meteor shower, but he taught her to know the constellation of Cetaceans; know;

He took her to lay on the road to look at the sky and told her that her eyes could always see all the beauty of the city and nature. He liked her to shout and share the wonderful things in her eyes with him;

He took her to Nanchong to watch the fireflies and told her that from that day on, they were together and became boyfriends and girls; from Nanchong's bus back to school, she occupied the seat beside him; after getting off the bus, he Silently walking in her pocket, she followed him, grabbed his sleeves, her lips smirked, and the strange combination of the two surprised the classmates' jaws (of course, this sentence is the same as the previous one) Zhen Yi described him);

He took her to the abandoned residential building of the factory and told her that she prepared a plate of diamond fruits for him to eat, and later ... also told her that they hid in the closet, and later ...

He took her to the back hill of the school and told her that once the school organized to climb the night hill, the two of them fell behind and kissed under a pink Xifu flower tree. They were seen, spread throughout the school, and broke Rumors that he was not willing to spend time with her ... he could not hear any gossip, but she was very proud, and since then walking on campus, they are all heads up;

He remembered every detail of her getting along with him clearly.

Zhen Yi was actually amazed. She was so passionately in love with him that it sounded like an unbelievable feat.

But she believed that every sentence recorded in his black diary, followed him around every corner of the deep city, obsessed with every inadvertent gentle movement and every unintentionally clear expression; fell in love with men like him Not difficult. However, there is still some kind of fetters,

Except destiny, there seems to be nothing to explain.

She was also amazed at him; marveled at his sincere response to her for 12 years, and marveled at his pure heart, engraving her "colorful light" in his eyes.

This is really a wonderful journey.

Zhen Yi bit her pen and stared at him in amazement.

The low-brow writing seemed to feel her gaze, slowly raised her eyes, bumped into her smirk and smiled, pursed her lips and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Hey, it's really weird." She frowned and sighed terribly. "Just looking at you, I feel happy."

He smiled faintly and said, "It just happens, I think so."

Always think so.

After that, the man lowered his head and continued to write.

Zhen Yi did not say much, and continued to review her laws.

Only this time, I do n’t know why, as if conditioned reflex, the feet unconsciously lifted up, and spontaneously put it on the chair opposite, drilled between his legs, left arched, right rubbed, the feet found The comfortable position finally climbed on his lap.

"..."

Yan looked up at her and saw that she was completely unaware of her "rogue" behavior, and she had concentrated her head on reading.

Of course he didn't mind, and there was a touch of joy in her unconscious familiar movements.

In early summer, outside the wooden window, the fringed tree is covered with white flowers, covered with frost and covered with snow, beautiful and pleasant;

Inside the wooden window, the wind is blowing, the fragrance of the flowers is faint. The two sit at the table and do their own things without saying anything. This is fine.

One o'clock in the afternoon is the time for nap.

For the past two months or so, both of them were sleeping in separate beds. She slept on the bed and he was on the couch. Today, she dragged him to the bed, still the position she was most accustomed to: holding her hands and feet all over him, like holding a doll bear.

He was used to her sleeping style with open teeth and claws.

However, he knew that she was afraid of heat, and out of consideration for the comfort of her nap, asked: "Wouldn't it feel hot to hold it like this?"

"No." She didn't care, "And, even if it's hot, I can bear it."

"..." He was speechless and closed his eyes.

A mountain breeze blew in on the terrace, lifting a thousand-grass-colored gauze curtain, which was cool and cool.

"Hmm ..." Zhen Yi mumbled, "Do I want to squeeze you out."

"No," he said warmly. "You always get used to a big part of sleeping."

She narrowed her mouth: "Of course, I have to turn over and stretch myself."

"Well, I know." He responded, with a faint smile in his tone.

Afternoon breeze blowing, lazy, really a good time to take a nap.

She hugged him, and when she was drowsy, she opened her eyes and saw a few tall jacaranda trees outside the gauze, beside the terrace.

At the end of April, it was the time when flowers were blooming.

Without leaves, there is a tree with flowers, lilac and deep purple, which fills the whole world and is set against a shallow sky, as beautiful as a fairyland on earth.

"That's jacaranda?" She asked in his ear, the last time he told her.

"Uh." He closed his eyes, but was relaxed and a little sleepy.

She stared blankly, muttering again,

"Does Jacaranda have a flower language?"

"Have."

"What is it?"

"..." He was awake and opened his eyes slowly, "... waiting for love in despair."

"No wonder it's so beautiful," she said softly.

She looked at it ignorantly, remembering that he accidentally heard him talking to Yan Xu. He said that true love needs to wait, anyone can say love you, but not everyone can wait for you.

Even if she lost her memory, she also knew that the love between them was waiting and hardship in despair.

She still remembered that two months ago, he heard Yan's mother saying to him: "Do you want to tolerate her like this? Yanhe, she was injured, she really needs to be tolerant; but tolerant is a very tired gesture, everyone accepts It won't be long. "

At that time, the words did not answer.

Faced with all kinds of doubts, he never answers, does not argue with words, he only has actions.

Zhen Yi's heart was as warm as the spring water, leaning inadvertently against his neck, cheeks feeling the even and powerful pulsation on his neck, and inexplicably a touch of intimate throbbing in his heart.

It was clearly early summer, and the weather was cool, but she felt a little hot.

"Speech?"

"Huh?" He closed his eyes and his voice was loose.

Her hand burrowed into his thin T-shirt, gently stroking the firm skin of his abdomen, murmured with a trace of sleepy laziness, and asked, "In the past, have we ever done anything to make a little kid ? "

"……Ok."

She bent her lips and said, "Children Yan Yingning said she wanted to come to this world."

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