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All of a sudden, he felt great.

Actually, the real reason is just because...

His hands trembled. Me, forget it.

Don't get carried away. The wings of an angel aren't suitable for playing here, nor are they suitable for showing off.

That was for the sake of saving lives.

By the way, Yin Yijie, on behalf of himself and the traffic police uncle, once asked me how I got out of that dead red Buick.

I showed my ring to Yin Yijie, but he isn't sure yet.

Zhao Yun covered his head and scurried away, not daring to say anything.

Looking at his back, I laughed.

It wouldn't scare him so much that he wouldn't sit at the same table as me, would it?

You know I was the best with him at school. If he didn't share the same table with me, I would be completely alone.

"Makeup is nice …"

Lan Hua sat next to me, her eyes slightly squinting. It was indeed very focused, the light was very hot, and it was very scorching.

I was shocked. Isn't he too good at getting a seat?

I'm not finished yet.

I don't know what to say to him.

I, sort of wanted to ask him: "Bro, which rock did you pop out of? What exactly did you have in your head?"

But obviously, it would be useless for me to ask, so I might as well not ask.

To him, there wasn't any special feeling. It was just that he felt a little bit like his father. It was a kind of estrangement and taboo that could not be described as love or hate.

If I had a choice, I would rather stay away from him.

"We... Shall I invite you to the movies for the weekend? "

Yue Hua was in a good mood, or perhaps she had good tenacity.

But I shook my head.

My knowledge of the movies is stuck in old movies, or Gran's stories.

He heard that people from that era were in love and would take advantage of the time while they were watching movies to hold hands.

Uh, "falling in love", "holding hands".

I fainted.

My love affair seemed to have passed that era long ago.

Of course, I have no interest in dating other people, if I haven't talked to Yin Yijie before.

Yin Yijie has already become my demon. When I think of him, I don't have any interest in him.

This winter, Yin Yijie never came home, nor did he call me.

This winter, it was so strange.

Everything was foretelling to me.

Comfortable, stayed in the hospital, I never saw it again.

I was going to go to the hospital to see him, but Rinley wouldn't let me, so I didn't go.

Song University is also in the hospital, so the person who came to see me off was Yu Li. Compared to Song University who looked fierce, he might not be more reliable because he is unfamiliar with it.

Even Yuli gave me a polite distance. I couldn't feel comfortable in peace and comfort.

This winter, a lot of snow, one after another, is the coldest winter in my life, or, as news reports, this year's winter, "a hundred years."

In many places, it had already become a disaster.

However, the school was still fine. There were many people in the classrooms, so it wouldn't be too cold.

I too... It won't be cold, or just a little.

In terms of caring for others, Yu Li was on par with her comfort zone. She would take note of every aspect and properly take care of them.

I, too, grew up and learned to protect myself.

A little attention to the weather, would rather wear more than catch cold.

Of course, there were also a lot of clothes in the house, so it was very warm.

However, sometimes it is not cold in the weather, is still there, heart.

I used the heavy task of studying to force myself to focus and concentrate. The results were indeed quite good. The third month's exam was definitely within the top ten. To some extent, this was already similar to a ticket ticket.

However, my heart, once in a while can feel, broke the window to let out the wind of the chill.

"Did you hear? Miao Miao is coming."

As the latest news, it was extremely shocking.

"Wasn't she expelled? Why did she come back?"

Someone had asked me the question I wanted to ask, and was waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, she went away to school. However, I heard that the hukou didn't transfer out in the end, so I still have to come back to participate in the college entrance exam. I saw her yesterday. "After a year of not seeing her, she has changed a lot. She's beautiful and learned well …"

There was a lot of talk, waiting for applause or gratitude.

Oh, I shook my head, wondering what this had to do with me to listen so carefully.

However, if she wanted to come back, was it possible for her to stop?

I don't know what he means.

Or could it be that his final wish had not been fulfilled?

What if Miao comes back?

Ha, I really think too much.

However, Miao Miao didn't return.

According to her classmates, she will probably only be back next year, a month or two before the exam, and her goal is only to occupy a spot in our school.

Hmm, I have to say, she is quite resourceful. Even if she was fired, she would still be able to get a placing in the school.

But that has nothing to do with me, does it?

I, who occasionally come home, like today or Saturday, go for a walk.

I, too, would soon be walking through the cold streets like that, so I wanted to get out of my golden cage ahead of time to get some fresh air, get familiar with it, or adjust myself to it.

People always have near worries when they have no worries. I, always have worries when I have worries. Naturally, I have to learn to take care of myself.

I am ashamed to say that I have never learned how to live in this city, even though I have always lived that sort of wandering. There are even many streets that are no more familiar to me than the natives of the Western Hemisphere.

He was wearing a green jacket with a short leather jacket. Beneath it was a pair of dark green jeans and a pair of green boots. These were chosen by Yin Yijie from his old age.

Yin Yijie, always likes me to wear green. Unknowingly, I also feel that this color is not bad. It looks relatively simple and pure.

He just didn't know if he would wear red on a day like this, and then …

I don't know.

Just like now, when I don't have to ask for permission to go out, I don't have to ask for permission to wear anything. Of course, whatever he wears, he'll be out of orbit, which is normal, isn't it?

It's very cold, it's nine o'clock, ha-ha, a faint mist will form.

This is a rare cold winter here.

No one cared whether I came out or not, or when I ate, or what I ate.

However, I still have to deal with it myself.

It was almost six o'clock and it was getting dark.

I came to a rice noodle shop on the street.

In the corner outside the shop, the snow was at least a foot thick.

Ah, for the first time.

We have no snow here, or no snow for three days after the snow, and we have finally broken the record.

The snow here, though, came from somewhere else.

After all, the place was only this big, so the snow covering the entrance of the restaurant could only pile up in these two corners. Who knew if the two trees by the side of the road had already piled up?

Out of the corner of his eye, a tinge of red, something like him, or "her"?

The rice flour is not ready yet. I turned my head and took the stack of newspapers and looked at them.

Black and white text with brilliant red:

"Maybe the Yin and Fan families will get married? What are the future variables for the business community? "

The following line of small words, is the investment in a beauty salon, Yin Yijie involved in the cutting of the decorations.

The drawing showed Fan Ji in a bright red qipao, standing straight up and down. Not only was he happy, he was dazzling, and he held Yan Yijie's arm as usual. Yan Yijie, on the other hand, was as cold as usual, with a faint smile that seemed to ridicule the entire world; his body was as black as usual.

I suddenly felt that the rice flour in the house was so unpalatable that I felt like vomiting. I dropped the ten dollars and ran away.

When the night wind blew, it became colder and colder.

Snowflakes drifted down from the branches and hit his face, leaving him completely unaware.

Is this winter?

He had been locked up at home and ignored all the bullshit. As expected, he didn't know about the fourth hour.

The world, in its proper orbit, turns mechanically and ruthlessly.

No one will stop breathing because of the melting of the Antarctic iceberg. The Antarctic will also not stop accelerating the melting process because of the possibility of submerging Earth and destroying humanity.

Of course, no rice noodle shop would go out of business because of my nausea, or sell newspapers, or open a beauty shop.

"Boom!" "Whoosh whoosh."

A car was parked to my left, screaming at me.

I turned my head and glared at it. This girl looks so distinctive, can she be a "father"?

"Why don't you just call me 'Mama'..." "Big sister?"

Well, I ignored it and went on my own way, or someone else's.

Naturally, sometimes, no matter how bold a driver was, if you were not afraid to die and stand in front of it, he could do nothing but stare.

Humph, I walk at my usual pace, steady and not too fast.

The people in the car disdained me. With a "huu" sound, they flew a foot behind me, creating a puddle of mud.

I couldn't be bothered with him.

Walk your own path, who can care who?

Or, if I walk the path of others and leave others with no other path to walk, what can I do if I get angry?

Ha, haha, what can you do to me?

Ha, tomorrow I will still walk your path, and anger you to death.

At the intersection closest to my house, there is a newsstand.

I, who don't have much of a national issue to take part in, who don't have the time to care about the gossip about the entertainment news, have never paid any attention to the newsagent either.

Of course, I don't think the newsagent will lose money or close.

When I walked past him today, my feet unexpectedly stopped.

The subtitle of a newspaper, an entertainment gossip, it looks like who was abandoned by the husband, drunk day after day, night after night shop, meaning "resentful woman"?

I suddenly had the feeling that the cars that had passed from the weather to the newsstands on the side of the road were not going to get close to me.

Me, Me... Me!

Yes... Like a grudge?