"Is it because of this for a long time... Jing Shu chose to leave that way? Or is it because of Bai Moxin?"

Before Bai Moxin died, Yu Jingshu had a conversation with her, and then Bai Moxin put sleeping pills in the water that Yu Jingshu drank on weekdays, and hung to death by her bed. After that, Yu Jingshu suffered from depression and mania, and died the next year.

But Chen Bai felt that Yu Jingshu should not end this way.

Yu Jingshu has been a person who can keep talking since he was a child. When Chen Bai and Yu Jingshu were shopping together, Yu Jingshu sat on a bench in the park and pointed at the sparrow squatting on the treetops and asked: "A Bai, you say me Can I get a divorce?"

Can I get a divorce? Rather than I want to divorce.

The business marriage of the upper-class giants has never been a matter of one person. From the moment she got married, she became a bird locked in a cage by Ruan Mingcheng.

Chen Bai restrained her emotions, took the video from Su Qingyuan, and cried as she watched it. Finally, she smashed the high-class Nanmu desk into four pieces.

Sadness gave her a lot of strength, and she probably knew what Su Qingyuan wanted to do. She categorically said: "Send this out."

After the first video, Su Qingyuan has been hesitant. From the beginning of Ruan Mingcheng, Su Qingyuan had already thought that the other party wanted to rub his own enthusiasm. The other party had key elements such as Zhang Hong and Changqing in his hands. It was not difficult to make himself hot.

Su Qingyuan made plans to eat black with black when the popularity of Ruan Mingcheng reached its peak. But he selfishly didn't want to make Yu Jingshu's embarrassed appearance public, so it would be too ugly to be torn. Yu Jingshu has always been noble and elegant, and she has never been stunned when she was young. Su Qingyuan hopes to leave everyone with her beautiful image.

Chen Bai understood his concerns. She wiped the back of her hand on her eyes, and she didn't care about her messy eye makeup: "Fuck it. Jing Shu gave this to you just to let you expose the ugly face of Ruan Mingcheng. She has been waiting for this day. , Let her truly become a person."

Su Qingyuan nodded, but his hands were trembling all the time, his beautiful and white palms were covering the mouse, but he couldn't hold them down. If he hadn't been too familiar with Su Qingyuan, he wouldn't be able to see his confusion from the face of Zhang Yingbai as porcelain.

"I'm coming." Luo Zhixing stretched out his hand from behind him, covering Su Qingyuan's soft-meat. At first glance, this posture looked like he was hugging Su Qingyuan from behind.

Luo Zhixing is half a head taller than Su Qingyuan, and his eyes are slightly lowered from this angle. The opponent's trembling, slender, sparse eyelashes, tall and delicate nose and lips pressed like peach petals are like a delicate portrait of the person. , It is definitely a decision to buy back and cherish the beauty of a lifetime among thousands of exquisite paintings.

At this glance, Luo Zhixing's hand trembled in a panic.

His palms are very large and the joints are distinct. When the hard joints are on Su Qingyuan's palm, a single move can convey the hot fire. Su Qingyuan felt itchy for a moment, he moved his eyes, peach blossom eyes had a little water color, and he smiled like that.

"Why, are you scared?"

"Nonsense." Luo Zhixing has a blessed face, where is the sense of fear, but when he gently covers Su Qingyuan's hands, a momentary fear and fear attacked his heart. This feeling is very subtle, like It is catching something that is destined to be unattainable, which makes people panic and sweet.

In the end, this young man who has been lawless all his life, on the maturity line that is about to enter the age of thirty, he has nothing to do with him. His resolute attitude suddenly softened and became frivolous and naive, as if he had returned to college.

Luo Zhixing's hot palm touched the back of Su Qingyuan's hand lightly, and then said: "I'm really scared, do you want to be gentle, and say something coaxing?"

No face and no skin, Luo Zhixing's face is definitely better than a thousand troops.

Su Qingyuan was very disgusted, and took her hand out. She was used to seeing the other party's inattentiveness, but found a sense of security in this inattentive temperament.

From the past life to this life, Luo Zhixing gave him the feeling that there are only two words-alive.

Luo Zhixing pressed the send button, and the little man in his skull was holding his dog's head and slammed into Zhoushan.

Luo Zhixing thought very helplessly: "Why do you have to say these things? If you don't say these things, you might be able to touch the palms of two more school flowers Jingui."

Those are the fingers that have played the piano since childhood. Take a closer look at the kind that can make people fall into it.

As soon as the video went out, Su Qingyuan couldn't sit still: "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette."

"Hey, hey, what kind of cigarettes do you smoke? The school girl is not in good health, don't be old..." Before he finished speaking, Su Qingyuan had pushed the door out, and Luo Zhixing looked at his lonely and lonely figure, swelling like a balloon for a long time Her good mood was pierced by the needle, and her ears were numb due to the huge echo.

Chen Bai: "Xiao Luo, look at him, he is in a bad mood, don't let him smoke."

Luo Zhixing Pidian Pidian followed. In the short corridor, Luo Zhixing's mind was like a revolving lantern. For a while, it was the white moonlight in a little white dress, another was Su Qingyuan in a white coat in college, and another Su Qingyuan in a black suit at the funeral.

He doesn't think that two people have much time together. Compared with parents, brothers, and lovers, the relationship between each other is just a short classmate, and now there is not too much cooperative relationship.

If you take a step back, the two souls are parallel to each other, unexpectedly intersecting, and continue to be infinitely unwilling to intersect straight lines, but he will be happy because of this accident—respect for all beautiful encounters.

He carried the white rabbit from the girl's heart in his heart, behaving like a terrible old man who knows the world well. As far as his eyes can be, it is the young man with his shoulders relaxed, leaning against the wall and looking at the blue sky and white clouds.

The other side's profile is delicate, with smooth lines, and its own high light. The dazzling sunlight outside seems to coat him with a layer of holy light.

Against the light, his eyelashes were dyed with a thin layer of smoke.

Luo Zhixing strode over, and the two squeezed at the end of the narrow aisle. As soon as they stretched out their hands, there was fresh air outside. The air was filled with the breath of Jinmuzi, which turned out to be the season of Jinmuzi.

The deepest impression left by Luo Zhixing during the Jinmuxi season is that Su Qingyuan, who was wearing a white shirt and a beige vest, came to the stage to accept the award. Amidst the excited shouts of people around him, he was alone and deserted, like a silenced wall. , Boiled down to the silence, but also revealed a charming fragrance.

The young master smelled the smell, and the singer's genes exploded. Su Qingyuan was blocked in a narrow corner by him, and his whole person was covered by his tall shadow. As soon as the smoke in his hand was lit, he was handed over by Luo Zhixing.

"School flower, give me one."

Two people ate and lived together in college, but now they smoke the same cigarette, which is not a big deal. Su Qingyuan didn't care about it, and took out a thin cigarette. He usually knocks on the piano, and there is a thin smoke between his fingers on the keyboard, which makes him feel uncomfortable.

The smoke hasn't been lit yet.

Luo Zhixing volunteered: "School flowers, wait, I'll light a cigarette for you."

Su Qingyuan: "?"

The scent of Jin Muxu rushed over his face, Luo Zhixing's black hair tipped over, his chiseled face was wrapped in familiar taste, and he stopped at a distance of a cigarette from Su Qingyuan.

Luo Zhixing lowered his head, and the cluster of cigarette butts dangling in his hand slowly burned the dying dust fire in Su Qingyuan's hand.

Su Qingyuan's hand shook, and he moved away without a trace. He looked at Luo Zhixing with transparent eyes, revealing a trace of doubt on his face.

"It's on, do you think my assistant is very comprehensive and meticulous?" Luo Zhixing pretended that nothing happened, with a standard scornful smile on his face, "School flower, sing a song. You and I’ve known you for so many years, and I’ve never heard you sing a song. Is it possible that your five-tone is not complete? No, I hear you sound like Su."

With such a noisy person by his side, Su Qingyuan's wandering sadness was also dispelled. Su Qingyuan looked at him with peach blossoms, thinking that this person might be a roasted sweet potato, and a bite in the winter can dispel the cold one.

"What to sing?" Su Qingyuan asked without intending to sing.

In the ignited incense-smoke that seldom rises, it burns into ashes and then falls.

Luo Zhixing sniffed the Jin Muzi outside his mouth, and whispered: "Sing that summer, let's go quietly, and leave a little secret."

Su Qingyuan slammed the smoke, and the smoke dissipated like a dream. He gently pushed Luo Zhixing's body that was blocking the side: "Don't sing."

Luo Zhixing put out the cigarette and pulled the person back. The aisle was narrow, and it was unavoidable that the two people pulled and pulled it. Su Qingyuan felt that it was hard to touch, and Luo Zhixing felt that it was very soft. With eyes facing each other, Luo Zhixing blushed first, with a three-pointed coaxing tone: "I know you can't sing, then I'll sing it for you. Please listen to the school flower—"

"Summer and summer pass quietly, leaving little secrets."

This person doesn't know how to sing and sing, and that's just two lines.

Luo Zhixing stared at him, the narrow space was full of the faint fragrance of Su Qingyuan. For a while, I was thinking about what little secrets were left in the summer.

Su Qingyuan laughed, and bumped her elbow into the other's eight-pack abs: "Okay, the summer is over, it's time to go back to deal with things."

Luo Zhixing pulled the person back again, this time he didn't sing Summer, but his expression was extraordinarily serious. Su Qingyuan was amused, looking back at him, his eyes smashed into the deep and serious pupils of the other party, startled.

"Are you at fault? Let go."

Luo Zhixing grabbed his wrist, rubbed his cocooned fingertips, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Su Qingyuan was puzzled: "It doesn't hurt, but it's not comfortable."

Luo Zhi's effort was relaxed, and he muffled: "Does it hurt when Bai Moxin beats you with a stick?"

Su Qingyuan's pupil shrank, and hurriedly withdrew his hand.

This time he touched the cat's tail and was not scratched. It was just that he was angry and did not speak. Luo Zhixing looked at his back and put the hand holding the opponent's wrist to the tip of his nose and sniffed. He relaxed and hummed the summer song.

Summer and summer pass quietly, leaving little secrets...

Summer passed, in the warm light like campus beer, in the faint fragrance of Jin Muxi, skipped class and climbed the wall. In a place far away from biochemistry, he took out the camera and took pictures of the slender young man in a white coat. Waiting for him to approach, condense everything, grab a handful of the scent of golden clover, and say something to him—

"What a coincidence, school flower..."

The author has something to say: [Information that can be revealed]

The value of ten dollars: Luo-Zhi-OK-that stupid he doesn't understand love! !

[He at that moment]

"Does it hurt when Bai Moxin hits you with a stick?"

Luo Zhixing thought: If I had met him long ago and lived next to him, I would have climbed over the courtyard wall, stole him into my house, and personally peeled him off a hundred oranges!

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