Chapter 362 The most romantic thing - a woman sings and her husband follows her

Style: Girl Author: Qingyan LingxueWords: 2546Update Time: 24/01/12 00:25:32
Su Qianqian?

Liu Ruixuan was stunned for a moment, staring intently at Ouyang Fuqian, who was in front of him with tears in his eyes.

Why did my cousin suddenly become Su Qianqian?

What kind of international joke are you kidding?

The Su Qianqian in memory is obviously different from the cousin in front of her!

After maybe a century, maybe a second, he moved his frozen head, took the student ID card, and smiled, "Then, then..."

He won't go down.

What does he want?

What can he do?

I just felt like my mind was blank, and I seemed to be looking for something to say, but I didn't know what I wanted.

Cousin, why are you making such a joke to him?

He didn't like Su Qianqian at all, oh no, he had never looked at Su Qianqian in the eyes!

"Look." Ouyang Fuqian pointed to the black and white girl on the student ID card, and then pointed to herself, "She and I are similar, but actually we are different."

Liu Ruixuan was stunned and didn't answer. He stared blankly at Ouyang Fuqian in front of him.

"Look." Ouyang Fuqian sniffed gently and raised his student ID card in front of Liu Ruixuan, "Rui, take a closer look."

He can stop watching it!

An idea suddenly came to Liu Ruixuan's mind.

Why should he look!

just in case?

No, no, no, nothing happens.

Liu Ruixuan immediately denied the strange idea that suddenly came to him. Su Qianqian and his cousin in his memory were completely different types.

But, why is my cousin doing this?

Ouyang Fuqian waved his student ID card again.

Following the shaking hand, Liu Ruixuan looked over and saw a meteor flash across Ouyang Fuqian's face. He felt suffocated and suddenly wanted to wipe away her tears.

All right!

Isn’t it okay for him to see it?

Liu Ruixuan seriously raised the student ID card to his eyes and looked at it carefully, and then looked at Ouyang Fuqian. He did this three times, and then looked at Ouyang Fuqian: "I have seen it."

"Yes." Ouyang Fu responded lightly and turned away slightly. After a moment, he turned back and looked at Liu Ruixuan quietly without making a sound.

Looking at the glittering shooting stars, Liu Ruixuan's heart twisted again, and he subconsciously clenched the student ID card in his hand.

After comparing them, the more I looked at them, the more I realized that the person in the photo and the person in front of me were the same person. What was the difference?

However, why does my cousin insist on doing this?

Are you testing him?

A gust of warm wind blew by, and the scent of flowers suddenly reminded him of the title Mo Bei mentioned to Ouyang Fuqian before: drama witch.

What came to mind was Ouyang Fuqian's words when she smiled and turned away for the first time in front of him: In her world, besides him, there were scripts and acting.

How could he forget it?

My cousin is a student in the Performance Department of the School of Communication.

How could he have forgotten it!

I am so stupid!

Liu Ruixuan spit at himself hard in his heart, raised his eyebrows slightly, and relaxed his eyebrows.

"I don't care who you are, I only know that the person I like is you." Liu Ruixuan shook his student ID card and put it in the pocket of his jacket. He took out a bag of tissues from his pocket, pulled out one, and raised his hand to collect it. On Ouyang Fuqian's cheek, "When you cry, the whole world will shed tears for you."

The cousin's play was so beautifully performed!

He almost fainted.

He suddenly wanted to know, was his cousin planning to become a director after graduation?

After thinking about it, I finally held back and didn't ask.

If you ask at this time, you will probably get beaten!

Liu Ruixuan thought for a while, took a deep breath, and silently wiped the tears from Ouyang Fuqian's face.

It's just acting, not really crying.

The world of performance is really beyond what a musician like him can understand.

Most of all, he coughed, and suddenly thought of the song "The Passing of Spring".

Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but beat the drum again in his heart, and looked at Ouyang Fuqian. Fortunately, his cousin suddenly lowered his head!

Not looking at him!

My cousin even knew about Luo Yan who appeared an hour ago!

Then "Spring Passes", "Spring Passes" is sung by many people, I guess you also know it, right?

So, what about Zhu Yan?

The way he once searched for Zhu Yan's figure on campus like a janitor, wouldn't his cousin also know about it?

My cousin must be jealous. Is there another reason?

Liu Ruixuan inadvertently looked past Ouyang Fuqian's beautiful figure towards the road, and saw Luo Yan, who was still watching the theater four or five meters away.

A ball of fire jumped up again in an instant.

If it hadn't been for Luo Yan, my cousin wouldn't have cried.

Even if it was acting, he didn't want to see his cousin cry.

Crying made him feel uncomfortable and suffocated, and he could hardly breathe!

Liu Ruixuan blinked slightly, and the hand that was gently wiping his tears couldn't help but shake.

Um? Did you poke it somewhere?

Liu Ruixuan quickly looked away and looked at Ouyang Fuqian.

Ahem, fortunately, my cousin is still lowering her head.

Fortunately, he was not as careless as applying medicine to Xia Yang!

Xia Yang? Xia Yang didn't know where he was now.

This doesn’t seem to be the point!

Liu Ruixuan shook his head gently. The important thing now is that he should be more considerate and wipe away his cousin's tears.

After all, my cousin is a delicate girl, not like Xia Yang who is thick-skinned and not afraid of pain.

Liu Ruixuan carefully took the tissue and gently wiped away the tears on Ouyang Fuqian's face, but was surprised to find that the more tears he wiped, the more he shed.

"Okay, don't cry anymore." Liu Ruixuan suddenly panicked again, stretched out his hand to hug Ouyang Fuqian into his arms, "Don't cry anymore, I believe you, that's all."

Why is my cousin so serious?

Just acting!

Acting for Luo Yan? So many tears shed.

Liu Ruixuan looked at Luo Yan fiercely, suddenly feeling that Luo Yan was such an eyesore! So annoying!

He suddenly wanted to go over and beat her up!

Although, in his view on tutoring, men are not allowed to hit women.

But now, he really wanted to go over and slap her twice.

If Luo Yan hadn't arrived, he would be sitting on the bench with his cousin right now, smelling the fragrance of flowers on the shelves, looking at the slender crescent moon, laughing and chatting about the past, present and future.

He and his cousin will happily date each other!

But Luo Yan's arrival completely overturned everything!

Liu Ruixuan glared at Luo Yan fiercely again, "Damn it, you're not leaving yet, you're still waiting there to receive the reward."

But Luo Yan stood there quietly, as if she didn't see his vicious eyes. She stood not far away with an expressionless face, looking at them quietly, as if she was admiring an ink landscape painting. Quietly, but with a look of research.

Suddenly I felt wet in my chest.

Is my cousin still crying?

Liu Ruixuan looked away and looked at Ouyang Fuqian who was lying in his arms. He only saw her lowering her head and lying on his chest. He couldn't see the expression on her face clearly. He only felt that her chest was wet.

Suddenly I remembered my father's words: When a woman sings, her husband will follow her!

All right!

He can just go along with his wife!

Ahem, Liu Ruixuan's face suddenly turned red and he looked at Ouyang Fuqian. Fortunately, his cousin didn't look up at him!

The woman sings and the husband follows!

Now, he is my cousin's real boyfriend.

boyfriend. Liu Ruixuan's heart trembled slightly. He will be nineteen years old in July this year!

After graduating from college, he would be twenty-three years old after two more years of working.

You can get the certificate with your cousin.

At that time, it was true that women sang and their husbands followed each other.

Now, you can practice it first.

Liu Ruixuan raised his eyebrows slightly and patted Ouyang Fuqian's shoulder gently: "Qianqian, don't cry. I believe you are Su Qianqian."

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