Qingmei is no match for the sky. Why are you crying when I leave?

"I'll show you a good thing."

"What?"

"Come to my room."

"You don't want to take advantage of me, I'm not a random man..."

Qianxiao's incense fist hit Wen Hao, and then took his hand to her room.

As soon as he entered the door, Wen Hao was stunned.

So beautiful!

In my previous life, although I have seen it many times, I will still be shocked by this beautiful scenery.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows in front of the room extend to the third of the roof, and the roof and walls, painted with special fluorescent paint, are Milky Way.

The stars in the sky as far as the eye can see blend in with the room.

Immersed in it, open-minded, and suddenly empty.

As if heaven and earth are themselves and they are heaven and earth.

The room is quiet, there is no noise from the outside world, and the fluorescence in the room is intertwined with the stars in the sky.

Forming a flowing galaxy.

"Pretty?" Qian Xiao looked at Wen Hao eagerly.

"Hmm." Wen Hao nodded.

The Qianxiao in the galaxy is as beautiful as an angel who came to earth.

The two lay on the bed, looking at the quiet night sky.

The bright stars twinkled and flowed like smoke in the milky way, vaguely seeing their future.

Like a beautiful fairy tale, like a swaying memory dotted with each other's looming eyes.

Come to see you through time and space, only to meet you in advance for this life.

Who makes life short, the time to meet in previous lives is too short, but now, a thought is eternal.

The silver glow of the bright moon falls, the marriage takes root, and the origin gathers.

At this moment, there is nothing outside the mind, nothing outside the mind, as it is viewed, as it is.

This heart is like the heart of heaven, and the bright moon is eternal.

There were occasional meteors sliding down in the sky, and the two looked at the night sky with fascination.

Qianxiao's bright eyes reflected the entire galaxy.

Bathed in the stars, she is holy and beautiful, noble and lovely.

Once upon a time, Wen Hao also confessed to Zhong Yuer under such a beautiful scenery.

I remember it was in his previous life, in his junior year, he took Zhong Yuer to watch meteor showers together.

She confessed to her like a fool, and she was very moved, and told him movingly:

"Wen Hao, I am not touched by the things you do for me every day, but I feel very annoyed. Why do you live yourself so cheaply, I really don't like you. "

It's a pity that in this life, such a beautiful scene will not be given to her again.

Their destinies have since been two parallel lines that do not intersect.

Each goes to a different destination.

Seeing a shooting star passing by, Chisho closed his eyes and silently made a wish.

In her previous life, she took Wen Hao here for the first time, and Wen Hao wrote a poem for her, "Bright Moon Eternal".

It is a veiled confession to her.

I don't know if this encounter in this life will have the same tacit understanding as in the previous life.

If so, then they are destined to continue the previous life in this life.

The two were on the bed, pillow in arms.

"Wen Hao, don't you like poetry, don't you want to say something in this situation?"

"Uh... It makes more sense to say something than to do something, I bought 40 sets. "

Bastard, spoil the atmosphere."

Chisho had a hint of loss.

It seems that there will be no tacit understanding in this life in the past life.

Under the starry river, Wen Hao remembered a poem he wrote for Qianxiao here in his previous life, and Qianxiao fell in love with his broad mind like a poem.

He said faintly:

"Bright Moon Eternal"

rises at the beginning of tomorrow, and the majestic mountain cliff is at the top;

Nine days of the Milky Way, pouring silver galloping.

A yellow belt, nine curves coiled around the earth

, yellow waves rolling, exhausting the sound of sinking waves.

Well fields are distributed, the fireworks are thick in the world,

the world is long, and the chess game of the world is floating and sinking.

A grudge, meet and parting in turn

, may people be long, floating like a dream.

In the Bureau of Heaven and Earth, people are like ants walking alone

, together this night, the heart of heaven and the moon are eternal.

Listening to this poem, Qianxiao was stunned and shortness of breath.

Unexpectedly, across time and space, I still heard this poem.

Destined for this life, meeting is a lifetime.

"Oh, with a good heart, can make such a poem, who do you want to spend this night with?" Chisho said.

Hearing this, Wen Hao also froze, in his previous life he finished reading this poem, and the first sentence Qianxiao said was also this sentence.

As fate would have it, at the moment he believed the word.

"I'm afraid that I'm small-minded, not worthy of people who appreciate me, it's useless to want to be with, and it's only useful to spend tonight with whom."

Qian Xiaoming's eyes were round, and he looked sideways at Wen Hao, who also looked at her.

Why is there such a tacit understanding?

It turned out to be exactly the same as in the previous life.

The four eyes look at each other, burning together, the mind is surging, and the affection is like water.

"I just heard that your dream when you were a child was to marry Zhong Yu'er as a daughter-in-law?"

"Who hasn't been a kid and you eavesdropped on us?"

"No... How could I eavesdrop, listen openly. So what now?

"Now, I want you to say one word a day."

"What words?"

Wen Hao moved his head towards Qianxiao, and Qianxiao hissed: "Wen Hao, you suppressed my hair."

Wen Hao smiled affectionately, "That's what it is."

"You... Good or bad! Qianxiao gave Wen Hao a punch.

The eyes burned, the air instantly froze, and the breathing stopped instantly.

The heart pounds forcefully against the chest.

The breaths mingled with each other, the lips gently pressed together, testing each other....

The bright moon spilled on the two through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and under the stars, Qianxiao's shy face was as gentle as moonlight.

Her eyes were slightly closed, and her curled eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Yaoyao, no, I didn't prepare something safe..."

"Didn't you go down and buy 40 just now?"

"That's for you."

"Are you annoying... How can I use it without you?

"It's yours."

"Huh? And women's ones?

Wen Hao handed a pack of holsters to Qianxiao, "Seeing that your pigtailed holster is about to break, you said you didn't bring it, so I bought you a pack, 40."

Qianxiao looked at Wen Hao with resentful eyes, and was teased again!

"Wen Hao! Are you fooling me?!

"No, I'm talking about holsters, don't you want to be crooked?"

"Shut up!"

Aaaaaah!

Played by him again, he must have laughed her to death in his heart!

What a shame!

Qian Xiao rolled over and rode on Wen Hao, ready to be beaten fat.

Bang bang! Bang!

The door of the room was kicked open and a group of heavily armed policemen rushed in....

(Four chapters today, typos changed first).