Wei Zhiqian thought to himself, fortunately others have already arrived here.
Otherwise Tan Mo Zhen couldn't see him, wouldn't it be regrettable?
Just listening to the little girl's tone, I found that he really wasn't there, and regrettably seemed to be crying.
At this time, because there are no fireworks to see.
In the middle of the night, the students did not want to crowd on the balcony.
The balcony is not big, even if there are only four people, it is still a bit crowded.
That is to say, I am excited when I watch the fireworks, and my attention is all attracted by the fireworks.
Now that I don’t have to watch the fireworks, I don’t suffer this crime on the balcony.
They all climbed back to the bed.
Most of the girls are still immersed in excitement.
Even when I returned to the bed, I was still discussing why there were such big fireworks.
This kind of fireworks is no longer seen during the holidays.
Others are still immersed in the magnificence of the fireworks, discussing which fireworks are the best and which one they like best.
Boys are not so emotional anymore.
After watching the excitement, I returned to the dormitory and continued to play their games.
Occasionally chatting a few words during the game, will discuss and discuss.
Someone made such a hypothesis: "Will it be for confession?"
"In order to confess, set off a fireworks of this kind of professional performance? This kind of fireworks will cost 300,000 to 400,000 yuan. This kind of confession, only the local tyrants." In the dormitory, the boy who is playing games, Listening to the chat of roommates while playing games, he said something distracted.
"This is also true. It seems to be placed here in our school. It can't be for the girls in our school? This is too tyrant, absolutely impossible."
"Yes, students confessed that our school has so many times every year." The roommate was lying on the bed, with Erlang's legs tilted, and playing on the mobile phone. "Some play the guitar outside the girls' dormitory, and sometimes wear a teddy bear to confess in the daytime. Yes, and some friends with me, holding a microphone to say nasty confession to girls. I have never seen this kind of fireworks with hundreds of thousands of fireworks."
"Moreover, if you really want to confess with fireworks, you have to show something in the fireworks? For example, put a personal name, I love you, Chinese is complicated and difficult to operate, and English can also be used. You have to let the girl who is confessed Knowing that this is for oneself, knowing that the other party did it for confession. You said this firework, nothing, it makes everyone enjoy watching it, and the person who was confessed doesn’t even know it. People are stupid and have a lot of money. Do it." Another roommate said.
"Yes, and the cost is too high. It's a confession and not a marriage proposal. It's really impossible." Someone said.
"Maybe there is something to be held and debugging here in the middle of the night." Some people speculated.
Even Tan Mo's dormitory, everyone was already asleep.
But because of a firework, I'm not sleepy anymore, and I'm so sober.
Tan Mo was still standing on the balcony and did not come back.
She always felt that Wei Zhiqian was nearby, here.
The three of Jin Yuelin in the house were discussing the fireworks excitedly.
Even Lin Fuxi's face rarely showed a girlish dreamy expression.
Thinking, if the fireworks were set off for one person, it would be so romantic.
Thinking of this possibility, he couldn't help but bring the heroine into himself.
"Like an idol drama." Lin Fuxi's eyes sparkled.
"Tan Mo, why are you still standing outside?" Jin Yuelin said loudly to the balcony, "Come back, it's so cold in the middle of the night."
Tan Mo couldn't see anyone outside, and looked up at the sky again, as if he wanted to see something from the sky.
The dark night is like a black canvas, and every second of the fireworks is clearly engraved in my mind.
At this time, the memory of Tanmo is re-rendered on the black canvas.
Lin Fuxi saw Tanmo look up at the sky, and laughed: "Tanmo, are you still immersed in the romance of fireworks? Come back to reality soon. You never really think that fireworks can be rich and wealthy. Shuai put it on purpose to confess?"
Just now everyone crowded on the balcony to watch the fireworks.
The balconies of the dormitory building are very close to each other. Naturally, you can clearly hear some romantic speculations of the girls around you.
She thought that Tan Mo must have thought the same after hearing these speculations.
"I'm still young, and I still have such unrealistic romantic ideas." Lin Fuxi talked about ink with a somewhat condescending attitude in the attitude of a mature adult.
It seemed that she had never thought about it this way. The person who just immersed in the romantic fantasy and couldn't recover is not the same as herself.
"Talking about Mo, girls must never have this kind of dream. Any idol drama, just watch it, don't believe it. It's better to be realistic and be nice to yourself." Lin Fuxi said with open mouth. Non-stop.
"How do you know that talking about Mo is fantasizing? Isn't it possible that people want to study outside?" Meng Yuxi said uncomfortably, "Don't think I didn't see it, you just blushed like that, maybe you are fantasizing something It."
"You!" Lin Fuxi felt the embarrassment of being dismantled by Meng Yuxi, "Don't talk nonsense!"
Tan Mo didn't care what Lin Fuxi said.
Anyway, what Lin Fuxi said, she had always put her left ear in and right ear out.
Lin Fuxi saw her not pleasing to the eye, was hostile to her, and was yin and yang strange to her whenever he took the opportunity.
There are too many yin and yang weird things that I have said to her.
If she listened to every sentence and became angry, she would have to spend every day in anger.
Lin Fuxi is not worthy of her.
Moreover, she was still on the phone with Wei Zhiqian, let alone Lin Fuxi's words.
At this time, although many people were still awake, everyone went back to the dormitory to chat.
There is no one on the balcony, so it looks very quiet outside.
The street lamp downstairs in the dormitory was on all night, shining a pale yellow light on the ground, and obliquely casting the shadow of a long street lamp pole.
Suddenly, in the light yellow halo of the ground, a shadow appeared like a shoulder, neck and head.
Immediately afterwards, there seemed to be another pedaling sound of leather soles stepping on the road.
This stepping sound seemed to come from the earphones.
Wei Zhiqian is still walking outside?
Tan Mo hurriedly took off a headset and listened attentively.
This stomping sound again seemed to come from downstairs.
Before Tan Mo could make a careful identification, he saw Wei Zhiqian walking out of the shadows holding his mobile phone.
Tan Mo's dormitory is on the second floor. When she reaches her senior year, her dormitory can be moved to the first floor.
The second floor is not high, Tan Mo can clearly see Wei Zhiqian's face.
Wei Zhiqian walked to her balcony and looked up at her.
There is a warm and soft smile on his face, and the warmth of this smile reaches his eyes.
His eyes were illuminated by the dim light, as if they were also covered with a faint warm color.
He also held the phone against his ear.