C6

A person couldn't live for the sake of himself. He couldn't live for the sake of himself. What he wanted, of course, was more than just to let himself live a better life and be happy … Perfection in life was never just about an individual.

Zhao An left his house and walked along the street in front of the house. He passed by a banyan tree full of branches and saw Hu Ye's laundry. He pushed open the glass door and saw Hu Yue ironing her clothes.

Even if she was middle-aged, she would have to work hard at living, without much energy and money to maintain her. Even if she was born beautiful, it would still be difficult for her to resist time, not to mention that Hu Yue's physique and appearance were inferior to Qin Zhu's, so even though Hu Yue's living conditions were better than Qin Zhu's, she still looked older than her.

In fact, Hu Yue was younger than Qin Zhu by a year. She had divorced too early, and without a single woman to rely on, she had to work hard to make herself look old.

"Zhao An, I'm going to school today. Stop playing games." Hu Yue lectured with a stern face.

"Yes, I know." Aunt Hu, where's Luoluo? " Zhao An nodded and asked with a smile.

"In his room." He lowered his head to do his own thing. Before the incident in Zhao An's house, Zhao An had often come to play with Ye Luoluo. After that, there were very few students. Adolescent children, always have many sensitive thoughts, it is difficult to understand some of their behavior changes.

Zhao An pushed open the door and saw Ye Luo.

Many men in their adolescence would always have a girl by their side, the two of them had a good relationship, the childhood sweetheart, never once thought that she had anything to do with him, treated her like a sister or sister, but one day she suddenly found out that she no longer had a chest and back that were indistinct, her small chest bulging out. She put on the bra that both she and she were curious about and thought had the flavor of the adult world, gradually putting on her short skirt and high heels … Slowly, the two's relationship became ambiguous, hidden in their hearts, but it was difficult for them to say anything, or they watched her become popular. Around her, more and more boys that they knew or didn't know surrounded her, and the ugly duckling suddenly turned into a swan.

When they met again after so many years, it was just a simple exclamation of how much change had happened to each other. The faint ambiguous and simple feelings they had in their hearts when they were young, the smell became clearer and clearer, causing them to only sigh inexplicably after a long time.

It wasn't necessarily sour nor was it a pity. It was just sighing over life, memories, reality, and the events of the past. It was an indescribable feeling.

For Zhao An, Ye Luoluo was such a girl. At the very least, before his family had met with trouble, Ye Luoluo had been treated like a daughter by Zhao Datong and Qin Zhu. With Zhao An having to eat and play with Ye Luocong, Ye Luoluo would definitely be part of the family.

Ye Luoluo could be considered as his sister's younger sister. Compared to Zhao An, Ye Luoluo's grades were much lower. However, Zhao An's reputation fell, and Ye Luoluo was admitted to a decent university.

If nothing had happened to Zhao An's family, or if Zhao An's personality had not changed due to the change in his family, it would have continued to develop naturally, just like many other successful love stories. Zhao An had gone to university a year earlier, and when he returned home during the winter vacation, he would have met Ye Luo, who had been like a little sister in the past. The experiences in university would have made Zhao An reevaluate his sister's beauty, and he would have felt a different kind of joy when meeting her again. If the story continued like this, Ye Luoluo would probably become his lover, his wife.

The relationship between the two families was good enough, but the relationship between the two families was also good enough.

However, life was not about setting a happy ending as a comical story, but rather letting the plot end in such a way. Life was always unpredictable, and many logical events would end up appearing in a state of disbelief, causing people to sigh in amazement.

When Zhao An saw her again, she was wearing a black suit and sunglasses as well as other security guards, maintaining order at the scene. The reporters holding the cameras and the clamoring crowd charged at the security guards on both sides of the red carpet, and under the spotlight, starlight shone, the celebrities who came to support Ye Luoluo's flagship store were all laughing and talking. A young woman with long hair stood quietly to one side, wearing a standard yet beautiful smile, just like the photos on the posts Zhao An saw on the inscriptions later … Exquisite and elegant.

The daughter of the former laundromat owner has become the fashion queen who holds the trend of fashion design. This title might have some other meanings, but in the end, it was completely unknown. In any gossip or gossip about celebrities, the security guard who didn't have a name was no longer a person from the same world.

Zhao An pushed open the door and saw Ye Luo.

The sixteen year old Ye Luoluo was the most beautiful age in a girl's life, the kind of purest beauty that had nothing to do with experience in life, the kind of elegance and elegance that was gradually being developed, the simplest kind of beauty that was being developed like a scenery, like a budding willow, a flower that was glued to the dewdrops and was about to release a bud, a ripple on the dark green stream at the bottom of a mountain, making people feel relaxed and happy at a glance.

Her head wasn't very long, and she had just passed her shoulder. It wasn't enough to make people pay attention to her long hair, making them feel as if they were floating, but it was also very smooth and had the unique smell of a girl. Seeing Zhao An walk in, her nose wrinkled. After feeling puzzled and dissatisfied, her face showed a bit of grievance. Then, this grievance turned into a feigned calmness due to the girl's reserved attitude.

"Humph!"

After so many years, when they saw each other again as a young girl, Ye Luoluo's voice came from her nose, announcing her dissatisfaction with Zhao An.

Ye Luoluo, who was dressed like a queen, or Ye Luoluo, who was wearing a skirt and pants and was sitting by his bed, ignoring everyone else, which one was more beautiful?

He was like an old man who had left his hometown for many years, and then returned to his familiar hometown. The fruit tree where he used to steal the fruit when he was young was still filled with ripe and tempting fruits. He picked one fruit, and the juice splattered all over his mouth.

Zhao An walked up to Ye Luo and looked left and right, sizing her up. The young girl's skin was soft and delicate, without any blemishes. Her eyebrows were soft and straight, and there were faint lines on her lips.

Compared to his parents' clear memories, the appearance of Ye Luoluo as a young girl was rather vague in Zhao An's heart … When she grew up, the moment he saw her would be too much of a shock. It would shatter his memories of his youth into pieces in an instant.

After looking at it again and again, he slowly recalled that the sixteen-year-old Ye Luo was also like this, and the Ye Luo in his heart should also be like this.

"What are you looking at!" Ye Luo who was in the middle of brewing his emotions had a blush on his face. What was going on with this person? It had been a long time since he last came to play with Ye Luo, and every time he saw him, he would just ignore him and go to his house to play. He was always reading novels by himself in his room, and Ye Luo almost died from anger. He was still glaring at him. What the heck was there to look at? His face had been cooked to a pulp ever since he was young. With a light rub of his face, he could turn his face into minced meat... He really wanted to eat the soy sauce dumplings.

"Luoluo, you're really pretty." Zhao An was no longer the young man who had become taciturn under the impact of the past and the present. Instead, he was no longer able to adjust his state of mind and the way he had interacted with Ye Luoluo. Seeing her again, Zhao An didn't know what kind of feelings he had towards Ye Luo. However, looking at her like this made him feel very comfortable. The beautiful girl made him feel peaceful and happy.

Although he had adapted quickly and made preparations, imagining what it would be like for him to return to April of 2001, and trying his best to adapt himself to this experience that had never been mentioned in human history, nor could it be referred to by anyone, Zhao An still felt that it wasn't real.

However, when he saw Ye Luoluo sitting on the bed with an angry look on her face, the feeling of life suddenly became real, as if something had grabbed his heart and calmed him down, allowing him to enter his surroundings in an instant.

In the slightly dimmer room, the young girl's body and the room's fragrance, her young and delicate appearance, and her clear eyes, all of this made up the most realistic scene he had encountered on a day when he was seventeen years old. It was neither a memory nor an imagination.

It might make people feel like their hearts are moved, but the main point is actually different. Ye Luo and Ye Wen are also completely different girls …

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