Chapter 3152

Childish quarrels with Jiang Yuyan again and again;

Forgetting cleanliness does not conflict with every contact;

At the beginning of the typhoon, rainstorm and the capsizing of the cruise ship, I listened to the young man's heartbeat and felt very at ease;

When they snuggled up to each other for warmth that night, they were soft hearted and put down their killing heart and guard;

When a teenager kisses her eyes, he will feel so attached, and his heart will miss half a beat;

Because Jiang YuYan's confession beat at that moment, blank and at a loss;

Jiang YuYan's first reaction to the earthquake was that he would book a ticket in the past that he couldn't believe;

At the moment when the restaurant collapsed, he instinctively blocked all the dangers for Jiang Yuyan;

When the boy came to her in the moonlight, his eyes were red and drunk, and said that I really couldn't live without you, his heart beat faster without warning, couldn't push away the people in front of me, and led Jiang Yuyan to the bright direction step by step.

All this, and more, is the first time in her life.

Jiang Yuyan broke her too many bottom lines and achieved the only exception in ranbai's life.

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It's heart.

It's like the gentle spring breeze in April blowing through the apricot blossom forest, and it's like the spring bamboo shoots quietly emerging from the ground in the continuous drizzle. When has it moved your heart silently.

She didn't even notice it.

At that time, she didn't understand, she was at a loss, she avoided.

Now she can really and frankly face this feeling and seriously say she likes it.

The boy is gone.

Forever,

Leave her.

It's a distance that dye Bai never thought of.

Only my heart is empty.

There is a completely strange heart in the body, which constantly supports all vitality.

And the owner of this heart,

It's her old friend.

This feeling is very wonderful. The feeling hidden in the past is completely revealed after knowing it.

Dye Bai often looks at the position of her heart and is stunned. Her slender and cold fingers gently cover the position of her heart, and you can clearly feel the heartbeat under her fingertips.

It is fresh, powerful and real.

It's Jiang YuYan's heartbeat.

At the same time,

He is her heartbeat.

Since ranbai learned the truth, everyone has been telling ranbai except Shi Qingci,

You have to live well.

Live not only for yourself, but also for Jiang Yuyan.

Dyed white doesn't care about this,

She will never live instead of Jiang Yuyan.

The boy,

It is indelible for any existence.

The only thing she cares about is,

Jiang Yuyan danced with her.

When she finally began to face the name frankly, the owner of the name had already left.

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She understood too late,

It's what she's been missing.

When the three words Jiang Yuyan were typed on Baidu search bar again, ranbai's mood became quite different from that of a year ago.

The girl's slender eyelashes fall gently, and the color in her pupils is elusive.

Reflecting lines of text and pictures in Baidu.

Somehow,

Jiang YuYan's death didn't exist above, but the news was suppressed.

At present, the network can only make a four word evaluation on the trace of Jiang Yuyan: the audio information is unknown.

There are also many photos of teenagers on Baidu, all of which were taken a year ago and are fixed in the shadow of time.

The young man was thin and slender. He was born cold and precious. He was half hooked with his thin lips. He was a bit lazy and careless. He was cynical. He was so lazy and distant. His eyes showed indifference.

Cold, arrogant, evil and arrogant.

The boy,

It is the most dazzling existence of mountains and rivers forever silent and dusty years.

Ranbai looked at it seriously for a long time. In a trance, there was a young man smiling and drunk in his dimple.

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It can also be so far away.

Until ranbai saw a line of words, his sight suddenly stopped.

It was Jiang YuYan's birthday.

If it's just like this, it's not like dyeing white.

But she remembered that day clearly. It should be about every contact and everything of Jiang Yuyan. So far, it seems that it was something that happened yesterday, and every detail is inadvertently engraved in her bones.

That day

This is the first time Jiang Yuyan called her.

The dialogue at that time still feels childish in retrospect.

Dyed white is usually not so boring and childish. She can fight with people again and again.

But Jiang Yuyan was the only accident.

That day was Jiang YuYan's birthday.

How is that possible?

Totally unexpected.

The tip of dyed white tongue gently touched the upper jaw, blinked, and blinked several times quickly. It was difficult to distinguish the emotion in the deep and dark peach blossom eyes, but I didn't know what to say for a time.

The girl stared at the date for a long time, until her eyes began to become sour.

Suddenly, there was a light arc on the side of the lip,

"Sorry."

"I owe you so long a happy birthday."

"It seems very late to make compensation now... It doesn't matter. I'll accompany you on your birthday, festival and new year."

"Jiang Yuyan, don't forget, you jump with me."

In the past year, ranbai has deliberately avoided any news about Jiang Yuyan, but not from now on.

Never again.

She leaned against the sun in the early spring afternoon, and her eyes were dizzy with beautiful colors. With her white fingertips clicking on the mobile phone screen, she quit Baidu and clicked on wechat that she had not logged in for a long time.

The top contact of wechat.

[Jiang Yuyan]

The news ended a year ago.

It was the morning of the operation.

Dye White's fingertip stopped there inexplicably. It didn't fall for a time. It opened gently after a long time.

She turned up the dusty chat record for a long time without reaching the end.

Almost 90% of the news was from Jiang Yuyan. Ranbai only answered one or two sentences occasionally. Only after he knew that Jiang Yuyan liked himself later, ranbai never returned any news from Jiang Yuyan.

I don't know,

In those months,

Jiang Yuyan sent her so many messages, day after day, except for the two days of the earthquake.

Persistent and stubborn.

Dye the white dots, turn on the voice, and listen one by one.

The lazy magnetic voice familiar to teenagers is gently wrapped around their ears like swaying water and whirling wind across the network. It was originally a tone with a sense of coldness with a distance, but when talking like this, it is more the love of fiddling with the heartstrings.

"Good morning, little sister..."

"It's cold recently. Remember to wear more clothes and don't catch a cold."

"It will rain tomorrow. Remember to go out with an umbrella."