"so what?"
Ouyang Fuqian looked towards Liu Ruixuan.
The night is as quiet as an ink landscape painting.
On the western horizon, the slender first quarter moon finally disappeared among the trees in the distance.
"So, I know you are Qianqian!"
Liu Ruixuan said in a low voice, his voice mixed with a touch of sadness, inexplicable joy, and infinite relief, "You are my Qianqian, the one I miss in my heart!"
"I told you, I'm not..."
Ouyang Fuqian subconsciously stepped back, but Liu Ruixuan stretched out his hand and pulled her back. She was wrapped in his arms, and she could smell the faint lemon smell on him.
That's the flavor she likes too.
"You are!" Liu Ruixuan lowered his voice and looked at the person in front of him, "I've known about it since my freshman semester, but I always thought that Shangguan Chen was your boyfriend, so."
"He's not." Ouyang Fuqian blurted out, subconsciously looking away in the distance.
She is afraid, and she is also worried that if this continues, she will really sink into it and be unwilling to come out!
"I know, I know everything, but," Liu Ruixuan looked at Ouyang Fuqian's profile steadily, "I didn't know it at that time. It took me a long time to realize that that sudden You appear occasionally, but it always makes me feel that the inexplicably familiar person is you."
Ouyang Fuqian's nose suddenly became sore.
So why isn't she?
It took her a long time to find out that Liu Ruixuan originally studied at Yunling Middle School.
If she hadn't been forced to go to the bookstore by Shangguan Yun that day, then she wouldn't have seen the newly released "Boys". The murmurs of middle school students she had never read were nothing more than nonsense.
Shangguan Yun smiled and looked at the bookstall again and again, choosing again and again, but never made up his mind which one to pick.
In desperation, she picked up the noise in front of her, flipped through it casually, and saw the shocking three people at a glance: Liu Ruixuan.
His eyes dropped and he saw a few lines of poetry.
"Lovesickness" It's always on such a cold and cold night/The color of dreams is very light, very light/The crescent outside the window is very curved, very curved/……………………
As she looked at it, she began to feel sad for no reason.
Liu Ruixuan, the name that had been silent for many years, suddenly came to life, and it was like the past that happened many years ago.
That delicate and fair boy, that small but green campus, that light blue letter paper, that exquisite hourglass, and that Grandpa Li who always cared for her, and so on.
Her head started to hurt again.
The hand in the book suddenly fell to the bookstall in front of him, and he put his hands on the bookstall.
She didn't want to recall or mention those Shen Feng memories. Every time she thought about them, she always had a headache.
"Qianqian." Shangguan Yun immediately rushed over and supported her, "Are you okay?"
She shook her head, closed her eyes and paused for a moment, then opened her eyes and smiled faintly at Shangguan Yun: "I'm fine."
"It's over, it's all over, you still have me." Shangguan Yun put his arms around her shoulders and said distressedly, "I will accompany you on a good journey. Let the past go."
Ouyang Fuqian said nothing, leaned on Shangguan Yun's shoulder, raised his hand and rubbed his temples.
"I'll do it." Shangguan Yun raised his hand, wanting to help Ouyang pay and rub his temples.
"No, just let me lean on you for a while." Ouyang Fuqian smiled superficially. Shantou once again rested on the shoulders of tens of thousands of yuan.
Well, Shangguan Yun received a gentle touch, and the hand that was originally raised was gently placed on Ouyang's father's shoulder. Just now, what happened? What reminds you of those past events again.
He didn't know much about Qian Qian's things. All your characters, it's already known. Just don't know. What kind of people and things can be found in this collection of money that can bring back painful memories of Qian Qian's past.
In the blink of an eye, five or six years have passed. But until now, the prospect seems to have not come out of that shadow. Deep down in his heart, he still felt.
I always thought he was Su Qinqin. It's too late, I don't know or I don't want to admit that I am Ouyang Shian, the Ouyang who grew up with her Shangguan Yun to pay.
Inadvertently, he looked through his diary and saw those things about him. Far away. 1000 meters away. Something happened at Liujiacun Primary School, and he began to understand. Just blaming myself. He shouldn't.
Let Su Qianqian go there. Later, maybe 4,000 yuan. I knew he was seriously ill. In a super accident, who accidentally crossed the road. When taking her uncle to park the car, Qianqian was knocked down.
After hearing the news, he immediately fainted. Let them. Live a good life on his behalf, he knows what his sister wants. My heart is not very good, so. He is willing to donate his heart to Qiqi.
No, he didn't believe it, he didn't believe it was all true, that she was going to see her. Look at that. The sister he has always regarded as his treasure.
He wasn't even willing to do that surgery, just. Get married. Don't think yourself.
Don't think that you are a Suqianqian.
Shangguan Yun gently brushed Ouyang's skin. Will Ouyang be superficial. Ouyang Qianqian was so lazy that he raised his hand to the tip of his ear, gently. Holding his shoulders. Just because they don't want to admit it, they won't push him. One day, he will come to a clear understanding. The current situation is also excellent.
Regardless of the only one. Found the magazine in front of Qinqin. boys. Magazines like Ping and Dr. Li it. He won't even look at Qinqin when he drinks it.
Are you okay? The old man who was closing the stall looked at the two of them and said angrily. If you feel uncomfortable, go to the hospital as soon as possible.
We had nothing to do but looked at the clouds and chuckled, it was just a bit blown by the wind.
The old man at the bookstall glanced at them, turned his head away, and went over without saying a word.
Feeling better? He went back to Huanyang and asked softly, looking down at Ouyang Pianqian.
much better. Euro paid and stood up straight. Reaching out to take the boy in front of him, the old man at the Chao bookstall looked over. 1How much does this book cost?
March. The old man glanced at Ouyang's superficial hands. Angry luck. This book has been selling like hotcakes recently, and this is the last one left.
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a voice coming over, "Master, are there any new boys?"
The old man turned his head towards the sun and looked over superficially. You asked with eyes. I'm right, buy it or not.
I wanted to pay, so I nodded, took out three coins from my pocket and handed them over. In Shangguan Yun's really bad eyes, he watched him leave the bookstall.
Later that day. Then he knew. Xiao Rui arrived at Yunlin Middle School. Xiaorui has published many prose poems in boys' magazines. There is no other explanation for the reason. detailed introduction.
