A secret love that has not yet had time to sprout is stillborn.
Throughout the night, Lin Ya was in a state of mental trance when doing things.
A classmate who lives in seclusion, and he actually has a girlfriend A peach blossom has not yet had time to climb out of the wall, and the young man who passes by outside the wall every day has someone else beside him.
This poor little peach blossom was snuffed out before it was completely opened "Hey" Lin Ya held the mop and turned all the loss and inferiority into motivation for work.
That girl is beautiful and dazzling, no matter her figure, face or temperament, she is no worse than the girl in the green dress who appeared with the seclusion last time.
The girl next to him, whether it was the one last time or today, is not her Lin Yabi.
She should have realized that even if it was a secret love, she had to divide the object.
Some people are too perfect, passers-by, and they don't even have the qualifications for a crush.
The restaurant closed, and the secluded man walked out of the restaurant with a bag on his shoulder and rubbing his sore arms.
As soon as he reached the side of the street, he heard a hooligan whistle.
After a pause, the secluded man looked up in the direction from which the voice came.
Small lanterns hang on the leafy banyan tree, and a dazzlingly beautiful girl reclines beside her bicycle.
She stepped on canvas shoes, wore a light blue denim shirt, and a pair of tight dark blue jeans underneath.
The pair of long and straight legs leaning on the bicycle, the girl's posture is not elegant, but reveals domineering and evil spirit.
A long hair like ink was blown by the autumn wind, swaying in the night light, across the road, the naughty hair tips actually stirred up the heart of seclusion.
Heart, there is something strange.
That kind of feeling is not as fanatical as love, just like heartbeat, intriguing.
For a moment, the secluded man seemed to see the golden pen and ink in front of his eyes, writing four words one by one, and his heart was pounding.
"Hey Chengcao, come here" Cheng Qingxuan raised his hand at him, and the title he called out made the secluded man frown in disapproval.
But he still promised her after all.
Crossing the road and walking towards her, she stood in front of Cheng Qingxuan in seclusion, and under the lanterns, her heroic and beautiful face looked even more seductive.
In the secluded gaze, her cheeks glowing with colorful lights were reflected, and her gaze unexpectedly turned into warmth.
"Why are you here?"
After cleaning, it was already 12:15 minutes, and there were very few pedestrians and vehicles on the street.
Thinking that Cheng Qingxuan might have been waiting here for a long time, the secluded house suddenly wanted to hug her.
It's not that I like her, it's probably a skin hunger attack.
He thought so, but still didn't reach out and pull her into his arms.
Cheng Qingxuan sat on the cushion with her legs crossed, she posed, and then turned her head to look at the secluded house.
"I'm here to pick you up, it's so late, the wound on your hand hasn't healed yet, if those people come again, you can't beat it alone, I don't worry."
After Cheng Qingxuan finished speaking, she took out her small bag again, she opened the bag, and took out a pair of black sticks from it.
"See, I paid my salary yesterday, this is the weapon I went to buy tonight, and two of them cost me more than 200 yuan" She showed the weapon in her hand and waved it.
The secluded dwelling carefully avoided it, so that it was not hurt by the thing.
When Cheng Qingxuan stopped, the secluded residence snatched the weapon from her hand and looked at it carefully.
The two black wooden sticks are about 256 centimeters long, and the iron chain connected in the middle is about 15 centimeters long.
It was a pair of black wooden nunchucks.
Cheng Qingxuan wielded nunchucks just now, and her movements were very smooth and smooth, and it seemed that her skills in playing nunchucks had passed the entry level.
This man is always able to surprise him at different times.
"This thing is good as a self-defense weapon, so I'll take it with me in the future."
Seeing the process, Qingxuan beat people with steel bars, and she didn't dare to let her come like that again.
This nunchuck, which generally does not beat people to death, is good to keep for self-defense.
Cheng Qingxuan nodded and put the nunchucks into his bag.
"Sit tight, I'll take you today" The height of the secluded residence is 1.83 meters, and it is 22 years old, and there is a vague tendency to grow.
Although he was thin, he weighed more than 130 pounds, and sitting in the back of the bicycle, Cheng Qingxuan stepped on the wheels and stepped on an old sweat.
When passing by the Jiubin Bridge in Z City, she finally ran out of strength.
The bicycle stopped, and Cheng Qingxuan lay on the front of the bicycle, breathing a little disordered.
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"Let's do it."
"Okay."
Secluded Ju got out of the car, Cheng Qingxuan moved to the back, he sat on the cushion, and kicked up the car with ease.
Cheng Qingxuan was still holding his waist, blowing the cool breeze, and couldn't help but sing along the way.
Likes to hum songs softly I like to smile brightly at myself Enjoy every second Pure taste, unforgettable getaway Escape the troubles on a bicycle and find your dreams You're talking about the days of cycling Likes to hum songs softly Likes to smile brightly at the clear sky Forget all your worries She sang a cheerful song that she had never heard before.
"What song are you singing?"
"The days of cycling."
Secluded frowned and thought for a few seconds, not having a single piece of information about the song in his head.
"Who Sings" "Hu Ge" He was confused again.
Who is Hu Ge "Fifty years ago, an actor could also sing."
Secluded and searched for information about Hu Ge in his mind, and after a while, he had a vague impression in his mind.
"Is he, has he acted in that TV series, called the Pretender" As soon as he heard that the secluded house knew the pretender, Cheng Qingxuan suddenly came to his senses, "You actually know that the TV series is so old" Fifty years have passed, and there are still young people who know Hu Ge's TV series, and Cheng Qingxuan is still quite surprised by this.
"When I was a kid, my grandfather used to watch that TV series."
The words of seclusion made Cheng Qingxuan feel what the generation gap is Nima, there was a gap of fifty years between them "What year was your grandfather born?"
"1993, August."
Cheng Qingxuan's mouth opened slightly, she was born in February 1994, and she was only six months younger than his grandfather. depend on The mood is not beautiful in an instant.
When she got home, Cheng Qingxuan went to bed early, and when she came out of the shower in the secluded house, Cheng Qingxuan had already slept in the north, south, south, and north.
The secluded house quietly hugged her, and slept peacefully.
When I woke up in the morning, Cheng Qingxuan was still sleeping, and when I looked at the clock, it was already past eight o'clock.
He woke up Cheng Qingxuan, and the girl stared at him with a pair of confused tea eyes, looking at him with pure affection, like a rabbit.
"Early in the morning, you're springing" "It's past eighty." ” "Today, Sunday, I'm off."
Every month, she has two days off, and today is a holiday, she wants to sleep lazily, but it seems that she can't sleep.
"What time is today?"
Cheng Qingxuan squinted, and it took a while for her confused answer to sound: "Thirty" October 30th is the 120th anniversary of the founding of Z University, and today the school not only has a cultural performance, but also a week-long school exhibition.
The school must be very lively these days.
Secluded people are not people who like to be lively, but a few days ago, Cheng Qingxuan kept saying that she wanted to go and see, and it just so happened that she didn't go to work today, and he also had time to take her to school.
"Get up, today is school anniversary."
Hearing this, Cheng Qingxuan was like a loach, suddenly turned over and got out of bed, and put on his clothes neatly.
Cheng Qingxuan didn't know that what was waiting for her today was not only a literary performance, but also an unexpected old person. t1706231537: