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He hasn't seen him for 8 years, he looks so tempting to commit a crime. As Yan Yan, Zhen Yi has been unable to describe her luck! There was nothing he wanted except for luck.

I remember that in the third year of the junior year, Si Gui ’s beautiful first love came to work in the imperial city. The lustful Zhenyi accompanied Si Gui, who was a little deer, to invite him to dinner. As a result, I saw the cruelest thing in the world: your first love stood before you, but he was already swollen.

Si Gui's memories were completely disillusioned. On the way back to school, she didn't say a word. Before going to bed that night, she suddenly said: "Zhen, if you have the opportunity, don't visit your first love."

Zhen Yi dreamed of the words that night, her beautiful teenager became a big fat dude eating hamburgers and french fries in the United States. She was anxious and angry, holding his fluttering arms and shaking vigorously: "Are you swollen? Are you swollen?"

How cruel is the disillusionment of first love!

But at this moment, he stood in front of her, better than memories. After 8 years, time passed, he was breezy from the bright moon.

His thoughts fluttered, and suddenly returned to 12 years ago, she chased him chasing earth and earth, he had no way to hide in the men's toilet after class. She trailed in a spirit of seeing her dead, and rushed into the toilet door by door. The male students were shocked and frightened with their pants full of toilets.

One door didn't open for a long time.

It ’s him!

She had good motor nerves, jumped up on the door panel, pulled up, lay on the top of the door and looked inwards, and finally saw him, not wearing a school uniform, but a slim white shirt and a slender black tie.

It's so pretty, she doesn't get bored with him for hundreds of years.

He held his hands, his face pale and slightly raised, his eyes deep under his thick brows, and the peak of his nose was perfect. Enron, without harshness, was quiet among the boys who screamed in a room.

"Don't bother me," he said.

She hung herself on the door panel, her armpit coughing, but her dangling feet swayed happily by the door: "Speech, I like you."

"I know, you said the 197th time."

"But I think you didn't listen to it once!"

He said faintly: "What's so nice about boring words."

"Where is it? How nice is 'I like you'." She tilted her head on her arm, her eyes staying with him for a moment, "If you tell me, even once, I will be happy to fly to the sky and run home. I ca n’t sleep all night. "

The boys are all coaxing; in the cubicle, he is still speechless, to the extreme.

Just like at the moment, Zhen Yi broke into the bathroom. He unzipped the zipper in an orderly manner, unlike the embarrassment and consternation of a normal person covering his pants.

Zhen Yi was very surprised: "Why are you here?"

He looked at her for half a second: "Because I went to the wrong bathroom."

It ’s really his consistent reaction to nonsense

He, remembered her coming?

Zhen Yi explained in the wrong bathroom, "Someone chased me, I accidentally avoided the mistake. But, how come you came here to go to the toilet?"

The words were even stranger.

He was washing his hands without raising his head: "Because I like the design and atmosphere of this bathroom."

Zhen Yi's heart is slandering: Will you die if you speak well?

It is estimated that he came to the mall to buy things.

She said nothing, saying, "Then, there will be a period later." After she said something inexplicable, it seemed that the person who said this would have a difficult period.

Her distracting kung fu said that Gera opened the door. Lin Ziyi was no longer there, and Zhen Yi followed him out.

A few dozen meters of arc promenade, Zhen Yi walked a few steps, habitually asked: "When did you come to the Imperial City?"

"Last December."

"Ah, when it's the coldest, is it frozen?"

"not cold."

"You come later than me. You are a guest. Do you want me to invite you to dinner?"

"No."

After walking for more than ten meters, Zhen Yi remembered that he went to visit Grandpa that day, and had nothing to say: "Are you studying with my grandpa?"

"Ok."

"..." She shrugged.

Chatting with him, Hua Tuo will never save his cold scene again!

After a few seconds, he said: "I didn't expect Professor Zhen to be your grandfather."

Zhen Yi held her lips and smiled. In fact, that year, they knew very little about each other: "What are you doing now?"

"It's hard to say."

"Well, high-end."

Of course, she heard the sarcasm in her tone and stopped. Zhen Yi also greeted him openly, seemingly smiling.

He said seriously: "I will not explain. However, do you want to try it?"

try?

She lifted her chin: "Okay, go now?"

"Uh." He was quiet.

"Look at my eyes." He whispered and took a step closer. His sound quality was already warm, and a slight drop of tone would exude a quiet voice.

They stood by the safety gate, the corridor lights were dim, and the air was filled with a fresh, light fragrance.

The world is quiet.

The light music in the mall floats from far away.

Zhen Yi shook it unconsciously, staring at his deep and quiet eyes, as if stuck in it, somehow he couldn't move his feet.

His fingers were white and slender, and he shook a few times in front of her, like a white butterfly fluttering in the sun. It was unreal, unreal, but shockingly beautiful. His voice was very soft and nice, and he seemed to say something, but Zhenyi only heard the slow opening of the door.

Her thoughts seemed to sway, and she immediately fell into the most comfortable dream, very relaxed and comfortable.

Suddenly, she saw the 16-year-old speech, much higher than the 12-year-old. Blue and black velvet coat with dark red buckle and ivory horn buckle, exquisite and beautiful. (She wonders that she actually remembers such details.)

The deep city in the south is full of dense branches; on winter nights, the street lamp passes through the mottled tree shadows, caged on his short black hair, covered with a golden halo.

His long eyelashes were also dyed golden, casting a deep shadow on his eyes. (She ca n’t remember the beauty of this moment in her memory.)

He walked quietly, and she followed her with a humming song, and just walked through the quiet and ambiguous mottled night light.

Suddenly she asked, "Speech, do you have a great woodpecker?"

He turned his head to look down at her, his eyes asked: What do you mean?

"Literally."

"..." He was not at all curious.

She trot in front of him and stopped the way. He thought for a moment and stopped, "Why?"

"Give you a chance to prove that you are better than a woodpecker."

He did not understand, but did not ask, and looked at her quietly.

She tried her best to tiptoe, held her head high, and put a small face close to his lips: "You treat my face like a tree."

Her feet were sore and she tried hard to keep her steady.

Under the street lamp, her radiant face was near the tip of his nose and lips, delicate and almost transparent. She never blushed and jumped: "Hey, woodpecker, hurry up!"

His face was hot inch by inch, and he became very angry: "Zhen Yi, are you ashamed ?!"

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