You must know that Gong Xinhe is three years younger than him.

Well, seventeen and thirteen are indeed more suitable!

But it sounded so uncomfortable to him!

Even a guy like Gong Xinhe, who hasn't grown all his hair, should be like a child in Jiang Xiaoxiao's heart! No, he has to ask next time.

Ask her what her impression of Gong Xinhe is.

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

Meng Xinian thought about it and glanced at Dai Gang expressionlessly. Dai Gang suddenly felt dangerous, immediately closed his mouth and straightened his back, looking at the stage without squinting.

"The show is about to begin!"

The lights dimmed, and the spotlight hit the middle of the stage, and there was a white circle of light.

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

Dressed in a bright blue dress, with a slim figure like a clear lotus, and walking elegantly and lightly, this appearance made the audience applaud vigorously.

Everyone's eyes drew her to the past.

"Look at it, Comrade Du Jinruo!" Zhao Xin and the others also forgot about the episode just now, and looked at Du Jinruo on the stage with excitement.

Du Jinruo under the light looks more beautiful than when he sees it in the cafeteria during the day.

There are many people who can't take their eyes off Du Jinruo when they look at this.

Meng Xinian glanced at it, and then his gaze moved back to the envelope in his hand.

The light was a little dim, and it was impossible to read the letter, but he was reluctant to stuff it into his trouser pocket. So just put it on your lap, your hand pressed lightly, and your thumb caressing the handwriting on it inadvertently.

I don't know if Jiang Xiaoxiao's painting for the competition is good, and what he is drawing.

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

Actually, Meng didn't think much about it at this time, he just thought that Jiang Xiao had any adventures when he was a child and met some great teacher.

Even the last time he found Jiang Xiao in the Furong Hotel, he hadn't slept on the bed all night, and he hadn't sat on the chair, he didn't think much about it, but thought that she might be sitting on the floor writing and drawing, after all, the bed is too soft to spread paper, and the height of the table may not be suitable for sitting on the chair.

Therefore, what he thought was actually not so complicated, but Jiang Xiao himself was weak-hearted, thinking that he had really discovered what a suspicious point against the sky.

In fact, where would a normal person have thought that there would be such a rebellious thing?

So, such a misunderstanding made Jiang Xiao gradually get himself into it more and more in the future, and when there were more and more doubts, Meng thought more and more about it in the past years.

Du Jinruo came out first to report the scene.

There was a green military uniform on the stage, and at a glance, it seemed that everyone was about the same.

Everyone in the audience may not have thought that they were all dressed so neatly, but it reduced their recognition.

And Meng didn't expect that his white shirt would look so dazzling at this time.

Anyway, Du Jinruo saw him at a glance.

The lights were not too bright, but it may have happened to be the entanglement of fate, which made her recognize Meng Xinian at a glance.

His deep and three-dimensional facial features, as well as his temperament that always seems to shine in the crowd, are just as she remembers.

No.

is more eye-catching than the Meng years in her memory.

The last time I saw Meng in the past, he should have been just a slightly childish teenager, very indifferent, very cold, but somewhat untamed.