The Joy of Rebirth

An existence that Ye Bihuang can never forget.

"Classmate? Classmate? Did you hear me?" Xiao Qiuruo stood in front of Ye Bihuang and greeted him. She just lightly patted the arm of the young man wearing sunglasses with his hand. He turned around and said,

Yes, but now I am talking to him without realizing it. Isn't this person not only blind but also deaf?

He is really pitiful.

Xiao Qiuruo suddenly felt infinite love and affection in her heart.

Ye Bihuang was awakened from the waves of memory by her clear voice. Ye Bihuang felt that his throat was a little dry and itchy. He wanted to call out her name but deep down he told himself - stay calm, the two of them don't know each other yet, forget this woman.

How did I dump you in the first place?

But another voice is saying - don't you see that she has her own reasons? Don't blame her...

In any case, Ye Bihuang was struggling fiercely deep in his heart.

"Classmate? You really can't hear me?" Xiao Qiuruo saw that the boy didn't respond to her calls several times, so she was about to reach out to help him sit down, but he suddenly reached out and held her hand.

A gentle voice came from my ear: "This classmate, I am not blind. I am not blind."

Ye Bihuang used his other hand to gently lower his sunglasses a little, and his red and swollen eyes were exposed in Xiao Qiuruo's eyes.

"Ah! Your eyes are so swollen!" Xiao Qiuruo covered her mouth with the hand that was not caught, obviously surprised.

"This is why I wear sunglasses. You should take this seat." Ye Bihuang laughed.

Only then did Xiao Qiuruo realize that her hand was grabbed by the young man in front of her. She shyly used her hand hard and said coquettishly: "You...can you let go of your hand...

.”

Only then did Ye Bihuang realize that he had subconsciously grabbed her hand. Her jade-like right hand was held in the palm of his hand. The soft, silky skin was so familiar. The size of this small hand

It seems smaller than I thought...

Ye Bihuang sighed secretly.

"Let go..."

With a squeak, Ye Bihuang gently released his palm and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, classmate, I didn't pay attention. I just subconsciously grabbed your hand just because of my instinctive reaction."

Xiao Qiuruo's hand was put down, her left hand held her right hand that had been scratched in pain just now, and she looked at Ye Bihuang with her beautiful eyes: "It's okay, I know you didn't mean it."

(Sure enough, as before, he has such a soft temper and doesn’t know how to get angry at all.)

Ye Bihuang sighed inwardly, his eyes scanning Xiao Qiuruo up and down, as if there was nothing else in the car worthy of his attention except her. And the sunglasses on his face also covered up his aggressive gaze very well.

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Taking another serious and detailed look at the girl in front of him, Ye Bihuang couldn't help but sigh in his heart. She was indeed the school beauty back then and the future school beauty now...

I saw that her skin was like gelatin, white and rosy, as gentle as jade, crystal clear. It was more pure and flawless than the whitest suet jade; it was softer and more crystal clear than the mildest nephrite; it was softer and more crystal clear than the most delicate rose petals.

It is also more delicate and bright; it is more beautiful and watery than the clearest crystal.

The most profound impression of this girl is that there is an astonishing beauty between her eyebrows that transcends her age. Her pale willow eyebrows have been clearly and carefully modified, and her long eyelashes flicker like two small brushes, making people so bright.

The pair of big, heart-stoppingly beautiful eyes are so dazzling that they are unusually lively and lively.

While Ye Bihuang was looking at Xiao Qiuruo carefully, Xiao Qiuruo's eyes were scanning other people. She was originally a kind-hearted girl, and this was not the first time she had stood up to give up her seat to others. Seeing that Ye Bihuang was not blind, she

If you are not deaf, you don't need help at all.

She just wanted to find other people who needed help to give up her seat.

Separated to Ye Bihuang's right was an old woman. The old woman's back was stooped, and her hands could no longer reach the bracelet on it. She could only hold on to the seat beside her with her hands, barely supporting her body to stand. The person holding the seat with both hands of the old woman was obviously a second-year old woman.

A thirty-year-old young man was sitting in his seat, looking out of the car, extremely leisurely, with no intention of getting up and giving up his seat.

........

"It turns out that young man is not blind. I thought he was blind."

"Ah? What did you say? I didn't pay attention just now..."

"He is not blind, and he wears big sunglasses for some reason." The man was far away and did not see Ye Bihuang's red and swollen eyes at all. He just heard the conversation between Ye Bihuang and Xiao Qiuruo and learned that he was not blind.

"Haha, don't you know? There are three types of idiots popular these days, one is the ** youth, the other is the literary youth, and the other is the ordinary youth. If these three types of people all wear sunglasses, then the literary youth must wear those

Ordinary-looking sunglasses, while ordinary young people wear very stylish sunglasses, and only ** young people wear these super old toad glasses.”

"What you said is quite interesting, haha, but why haven't I heard of these three types of young people..."

"This is because you are ignorant, hehe."

Ye Bihuang listened with his head full of negative thoughts, but this was just a casual discussion by passers-by. There was no reason for him to teach these people a lesson. He just wanted to get off at the station as soon as possible.

.........

Just when Ye Bihuang felt that his head was getting heavy, Xiao Qiuruo stretched out his jade hand and pulled the old woman: "Grandma, I have a seat here. You are old, you first..."

Before he finished speaking, the empty seat behind Xiao Qiuruo was taken by a middle-aged woman. She breathed a sigh of relief and stared outside with a shameless look.

Xiao Qiuruo was not happy anymore. She pouted and turned her head and said to the middle-aged woman: "Auntie, this is my seat. I want to give it to grandma. Can you give it to me?"

When the middle-aged woman heard Xiao Qiuruo talking to herself, she turned around and sat upright, half-smiling but not smiling: "But I only sat down when I saw that no one had sat in this seat for a long time. Can you prove that this seat is

Is it yours? Is your name written on this seat?"

"This..." Xiao Qiuruo was originally a weak girl. She was only 15 years old. She had no experience fighting with such a well-informed middle-aged woman. She pouted her lips and burst into tears.

Light flashed in her eyes, "Auntie, this is my seat originally. You can't force it. I want to let the old lady sit. She is old and in poor health..."

The middle-aged woman's voice suddenly became sharp, and she sneered: "How do you know that I am in good health? My legs have been injured at work and have never been flexible. If I stand for a long time, my legs will hurt...

....”

Xiao Qiuruo knew that the woman was lying, but she couldn't say anything to refute her. She just bit her lips gently, tears welling up in her eyes.

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