"Ah Heng." The little girl suddenly asked softly, "are we going to be together all the time?"
Too easy to get things, as if always afraid of losing.
"Yes." Lu Ziheng responded to Shen Qinghuan without hesitation.
He collected his mind, beautiful peach blossom eyes reflect the moon floating in the clouds not far away, "as long as you want, we will always be together."
Shen Qinghuan is like a reassuring pill. After meeting Lu Ziheng at the school gate, she puts her mobile phone back in her pocket. Her beautiful apricot eyes are full of happiness.
The strap of the schoolbag on his shoulder slipped down, Shen Qinghuan lifted it up, and then hopped along the main road of the campus.
Following Murong Qing, she looks at Shen Qinghuan with a look of amazement: "idol. Didn't you just say that your mobile phone is in arrears? "
The smile on Shen Qinghuan's face gradually faded away. She didn't speak and murongqing was not angry. Then she made a bold guess: "did you just call that handsome boy in the restaurant?"
"It has nothing to do with you."
"Are you in love?" Murong Qing revealed that she saw the interaction between Shen Qinghuan and Lu Ziheng on the stairs before the English test.
Shen Qinghuan's eyes were sharp: "what does it have to do with you?"
Murongqing always feels that Shen Qinghuan's character is a little cold, but even so, she likes it very much.
If idols are too grounded, they can't be called idols.
"Allah." Murongqing raised her hands, "I won't tell you anything."
Shen Qinghuan
When she really didn't know what to say, murongqing, with a big brain hole, said, "you're going on a date, I understand. I'm not going to be a light bulb. "
Even if there are many words to say to Shen Qinghuan, Murong Qing also knows that it is natural and gradual.
She sighed, and now she had more important things to deal with.
After murongqing left, Shen Qinghuan's happiness came back.
During the examination period, there is no late self-study, the school gate is full of people.
But as far as Shen Qinghuan is concerned, Lu Ziheng is always the most outstanding one in the crowd.
Naturally, Lu Ziheng also noticed Shen Qinghuan. He waved at her, bent his lips and walked towards her with long legs.
Shen Qinghuan is still bouncing. Her schoolbag is bouncing on her back.
In Lu Ziheng's view, it is more like a lovely rabbit.
He moistened his throat: "slow down."
Shen Qinghuan was very good. He immediately stopped beating and walked slowly towards Lu Ziheng.
"Did you wait too long?"
"I just arrived." Lu Ziheng naturally took the little girl's schoolbag, but he gave full play to the good students' physique. "Today's English paper..."
When Shen Qing was out of school, she heard many students make complaints about it. She was very confident: "it's not difficult."
"Lao Qin didn't find it difficult either."
"You don't think it's hard, either."
Recently, Shen Qinghuan read a new word on the Internet, which is called Versailles literature.
The so-called Versailles literature, translated into vernacular, means that they do not boast of their own excellence, always with the help of others to express themselves.
No doubt it refers to Lu Ziheng.
"I've read this set of questions in your notebook. The teacher was lazy this time, and even got the original paper of the last senior three competition. It's too lax."
Previous life always felt that the little girl was smart, but not in the right way; Now I feel that she is too smart to hide from me at any time. It's a pity.
Man is really a complex and contradictory creature.