You know, Gong Xinhe is three years younger than him.

Well, seventeen and thirteen are more suitable indeed!

But he is so uncomfortable!

In the heart of Jiang Xiaoxiao's human spirit, Gong Xinhe, who has no hair, should be like a child! No, he'll have to ask next time.

Ask her what she thinks of Gong Xinhe.

By the way, and Dagang. That day, Dai Gang also met Xiaoxiao in his dormitory.

Meng Xinian thought and glanced at Dai Gang without expression. Dai Gang immediately felt dangerous, and immediately closed his mouth, straightened his back, and looked at the stage without straying.

"The show is about to start!"

When the light goes dark, the spotlight hits the middle of the stage, which is a white aperture.

At this time, a person in the background walked to the middle of the stage.

Wearing a bright blue dress, the figure is graceful and graceful, and the walk is graceful and light. This appearance makes the audience clap their hands.

Everyone's eyes attracted her to the past.

"Look, look, Comrade Du jinruo!" Zhao Xin and others also forget the episode just now and look at Du jinruo on the stage with emotion.

Du jinruo under the light is more beautiful than when you see it in the canteen during the day.

There are many people looking at such Du jinruo can not move their eyes.

Meng glanced back at the envelope in his hand.

The light was a little dim, and it was impossible to read the letter, but he was reluctant to put it into his trousers pocket. So he put it on his leg, pressed his hand gently, and caressed the handwriting on it with his thumb.

I don't know if the painting Jiang Xiaoxiao wants to participate in is finished or not. What is it.

Who did the girl learn calligraphy from? Who did she say about painting?

In fact, Meng didn't think much about it now. He just thought whether Jiang Xiao had any adventures as a child and met some great teachers.

Even the last time he found in Furong Hotel that Jiang Xiao did not sleep in bed or sit in a chair all night. He didn't think much about it. Instead, he thought that she might be sitting on the floor, writing and painting. After all, the bed was too soft for paper laying, and the height of the chair might not be suitable.

Therefore, what he thought was not so complicated, but Jiang Xiao felt guilty and thought that he had really found out how adverse the doubts were.

In fact, where can a normal person think that there will be something against the weather?

As a result, such a misunderstanding made Jiang Xiao gradually put himself in the trap more and more, and when there were more and more doubts, Meng thought more and more in the past.

Du jinruo first came out to report the curtain.

There was a green army uniform on the stage. It seemed that everyone was the same at a glance.

It may not have occurred to everyone on the stage that they were dressed so neatly that their recognition was reduced.

And Meng did not expect that his white shirt was so striking at this time.

Anyway, Du jinruo saw him at a glance.

The light is not very bright, but maybe it is the entanglement of fate that makes her recognize Meng in the past.

His deep three-dimensional facial features, as well as the temperament that always seems to shine in the crowd, just like in her memory.

No.

It's more eye-catching than Meng in her memory.

The last time I saw Meng in the past, he should still be a little bit childish. He was cold and cold, but he was still a bit unruly.

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