Sharing the Dorm with the Enemy from Previous Life

...Gong Sinian stood up in the last row and quietly walked out of the auditorium.

The phone was connected after a while, the background sound was faint jazz dance music, more cheerful and festive than usual,

Li Yuan's rude voice is particularly magnetic in the music: "Wife, it's too noisy here, I just heard the bell!"

Gong Sinian nodded: "Well, I know."

"Are you here? Where are you?" Li Yuan shouted loudly.

Gong Sinian walked to the street and looked at the lanterns and ribbons and balloons everywhere: "Let's go out of school, the New Year's Day party has just ended."

Li Yuan said angrily: "How is the child? How did you comfort him, when the big brother confidant accompanies him to the party?"

Gong Sinian waved for a taxi, got in, and smiled softly: "It shouldn't be necessary. He has a good partner."

The taxi took him to the cultural street in the distance. The street outside was crowded with people, and the young couples held hands with smiles and joy on their faces.

Li Yuan's voice seemed to be softer: "That's good, it's better than we were back then."

Gong Sinian took off his gold-rimmed glasses and squinted to see the neon flashing outside. In the shadow of the street corner, there were passionate couples embracing each other under the tree, and suddenly smiled and kissed.

"Don't tell me about the past." He said slowly.

"What are you doing here? Can't remember bitterness and sweetness?" Li Yuan was extremely wronged over there, "You weren't so violent at that time."

Gong Sinian snorted coldly: "Yeah, I also find it strange, how could I be so "sexy" when I was a child, I should have kicked you to death."

Li Yuan obviously also thought of those distant juvenile old things, hey hey: "Hey, guess what I only remember when I think of that time now?"

Gong Sinian's face suddenly became very hot: "Who knows what kind of yellow waste you have in your head!"

Two people have the same heart and think the same thing.

Li Yuan, like him, thought of the scene of the beginning of love, and his breathing was a little heavy.

Gong Sinian's eyes swayed with warmth, but his tone was still cold: "You need your face, what happened ten years ago is still mentioned all day long."

"What is a face, I never want it in front of you." Li Yuan said softly and rogue over there, "You ruthless jerk, if you don't mention it for three days, you will forget it. already."

Gong Sinian smiled and was quiet for a short while before he said softly, "No, I can remember it for a lifetime."

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On the top floor of the Culture and Sports Building, there is a large corridor with unique design.

On both sides are the previous cultural and sports honor walls, and in the glass windows hang copies of various collective trophies and award certificates, as well as a lot of wonderful moments of competitions and cultural performances.

There is an abstract art statue in the center, surrounded by several stairs. The corridor is facing the south. During the day, the sun shines directly, and the whole corridor is bright and dazzling.

The liveliness of the auditorium below has just dissipated, and the top floor here is still dark.

A group of boys sneaked up, found the high-rise next to the sculpture, and sat down.

"Come on, let's take a photo with Fang Li!"

Fu Songhua rudely grabbed a few boys with mobile phones and pushed them to the side: "If you dare to shoot again, I will smash your mobile phone!"

Huang Ya shouted: "How old are you, Fang Li promised us to take a photo!"

On the other side, Fang Li was wrapped in a long thick coat, a small face surrounded by a chubby collar, still has black long straight hair, and still has a delicate and soft face.

Bai Jing and the others surrounded Fang Li and got together head-to-head: "Come on, remember! Eggplant~~~~"

Fu Songhua turned his head and became furious: "Why are you so annoying? It doesn't look good in black lights, so just bully Fang Li and have a good temper!"

Bai Jing stretched out his phone in dissatisfaction and showed it to Fu Songhua: "What do you know, we look good in any way we take pictures of Fang Li. We take pictures at night like a ghost, and Fang Li takes pictures of Nie Xiaoqian!"

Fu Songhua glanced and looked up at Fang Li, who was surrounded by the boys, feeling a little inexplicably anxious, he rushed over and pushed the people around Fang Li away: " Go go go go, I want to shoot too."

He leaned beside Fang Li, held his mobile phone, pointed at the two people nervously, and whispered, "Can I, can I take a photo together?"

Fang Li glanced at him lightly and smiled softly: "Well, okay."

Appears to be very rare.

Fu Songhua looked at his delicate and gentle expression, and was a little dazed.

Fang Li was disturbed by him, so he quietly grabbed his mobile phone and held it in front of the two of them, "click", his smile freezes.

In the dark night, the neon lights and lights in the distance flickered in the darkness, the smiles of the two teenagers were both thoughtful and cautious.

In the lens, Fu Songhua has a sturdy head and long eyelashes.

And with red lips, her face looks whiter than ever.

Fu Songhua looked annoyed at his stupidity and wanted to destroy the corpse, but he was reluctant and muttered: "Why are you so white, you look like a ghost!"

Fang Li couldn't help laughing and whispered, "It's not like you just..."

Before going on stage, I only had to apply a light layer of powder, but this person's face "color" doesn't know what to do, and it has been "tidal" red, and finally spent a lot of foundation before it was worth it Cover up the red color.

On the highest steps, Fu Songhua suddenly grabbed Fang Li's soft hand and pointed nervously forward: "Fang Li... Look at the fireworks!"

Fang Li's body trembled slightly.

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He let that large and warm palm hold him, and there were faint tears in his eyes, and he stared into the distance.

It turns out that after the midnight bell rings, Cinderella will not always be beaten back to her original state, and she can still have the prince by her side.

Besides them, Qin Yuan raised his head silently, in his bright eyes, the radiance reflected from the glass curtain wall was reflected, and then he turned his head.

His voice was very soft and gentle: "Happy New Year, Ruan Ruan."

In Ruan Qingmu's crystal clear eyes, the same fireworks rise and fall.

The situation in front of me is just ordinary, but it also seems familiar, distant and time-travel.

How similar the Lantern Festival was when we stopped fighting and traveled hand in hand with our previous life.

Through the ages, everything around me has changed, but this person, the lanterns reflected in this person's eyes, and the reflected fireworks are all just as beautiful.

He looked at Qin Yuan fixedly, with a bright smile and publicity: "Qin Shaoxia, I wish you a good future every year."