Chapter 173

A class is practicing on the playground, and they all have suona in their hands.

Hearing the shrill cry of the red sun in the East, they couldn't help but feel sad, and then they played a sad music together, which was the kind of sad music played in ancient funerals.

It's called a lingering sound. It lasts for three days

Almost all the students in the school heard it, they were there silently sad, the whole school has been covered by a sad atmosphere.

Su Yao was too lazy to turn his eyes.

These sand sculptures are really good at playing. If Murong Cuihua wakes up, she will surely faint again with anger when she hears the sad music that can only be played at funeral.

On the other side.

In the East Red Sun holding Murong Cuihua into the infirmary, Murong Cuihua suddenly woke up.

The red sun of the East immediately sobbed with joy and raised his head and howled, "Cuihua, you are finally awake."

On the playground, the group of students who were playing sad music seemed to hear his words, which changed the style of music in an instant. Moreover, it was the kind of joy that the ancient wedding ceremony played. It was very happy.

As a result, the atmosphere of the whole school changed from sadness to cheerfulness.

Su Yao felt that he was really out of place with the sand sculpture school. All the sand sculptors wanted him to give up the task.

However, it is impossible to give up the task, which is impossible in this lifetime. If he gives up the task, it is equivalent to the failure of the task. He doesn't want to have a stain on his career, and he doesn't want to be ridiculed by the garbage of tangyuan.

At this time, the Tangyuan in the system space kept laughing, "ha ha ha, how can these people be so sand sculpture..."

"Sure enough, transmitting the host to such a sand sculpture world is the most correct thing I have ever done in my life, ha ha ha..."

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Murong Cuihua looked at the east red sun in a daze, and then spit out a sentence that almost made his heart burn, "which one are you?"

Dongfang HongRi was stunned at first, then left tears as big as hail, and immediately wet Murong Cuihua, "Cuihua, don't you remember me? Cuihua, I'm your fiancee Bah, my fiance, Dongfang HongRi. "

However, Murong Cuihua really can't remember, "I don't know any Oriental red sun?"

The string in the heart of Oriental red sun suddenly broke.

Finally, his Cuihua lost his memory because of the severe blow, and he also forgot his fiance.

Dongfang HongRi almost fainted when his eyes were black, but he knew he couldn't pass out now. He had to let Cuihua remember

Dongfang HongRi tries to support herself, holding Murong Cuihua to the school doctor.

The school doctor took a look at them and said, "boy juice, little girl, why are you two again? Didn't you just come to class last time?"

"School doctor, you show her the brain, she suddenly lost her memory." Dongfang HongRi cried and said that his tears, about the size of hailstones, were affected by his mood of up and down. All of a sudden, they flew in disorder and hit the school doctor's face.

Fortunately, the school doctor has trained his face to the extent that he can't even shoot through a bullet. Otherwise, he is afraid to have been disfigured.

The school doctor put out his hand and wiped the tears that belonged to Dongfang HongRi on his face, and then casually handed a rag to Dongfang HongRi, "boy juice, don't cry any more. I will cure her brain. Come, wipe your tears first, and then follow me with her in your arms. "