Although Ahn Junhyuk wanted to say to Xiaoxian, it is too unhygienic to eat something you have bitten into, but since Xiaoxian doesn't care about a girl, he doesn't need to be hypocritical, he took Xiaoxiao and took a bite, and his empty stomach suddenly became sour, and it was occupied by some kind of burning feeling.

If the poor life when he was a child left him with the most profound things that he could not get rid of, I am afraid that his stomach is not very good, he was greedy when he was a child, and when he grew up, he ate a lot harder, and most of the foods that stimulate stomach acid such as sweet potatoes will no longer be touched.

"It's a pity, then I'll eat it myself. Xiaoxian expressed regret for this, and then enjoyed his breakfast with relish.

The morning breeze blows on the road, the green leaves on both sides of the green belt sway out undulating waves, the morning sun continues to move in the sky, the shadows of the tall buildings move over, and occasionally the sunlight through the gaps falls, in the green waves in this corner of the steel jungle, sparkling waves.

As the crowd grew, groups of students walked back and forth, occasionally turning their heads to look at the two people sitting on the benches beneath the swaying sea of green trees.

The wind was blowing, and the leaves were scattering, falling to the ground in a leisurely manner, and sometimes being blown up again. Behind a row of trees, the buildings of schools and shops are lined up on a huge wall, on which the sunlight and the shadows of high-rise buildings are imprinted, intertwined like a canvas The flow of time, the traces of water that have lost their color, in that painting-like qiē, the man bows his head and is silent, the girl accompanies him, and the faint fragrance of sweet potatoes comes from the air.

grunt

Someone swallowed......

"Eat slowly. "I was distracted for a while. Turning his head by chance, seeing Xiaoxian's cheeks bulging, Ahn Junhyuk smiled, took out a handkerchief and handed it over, pointed to the corner of his mouth, and signaled that she had something there.

Xiaoxian blushed and hurriedly took it: "Thank you oppa." ”

"You've really grown up......" Ahn Junhyuk looked at her, his eyes were in a trance for a moment, and there was an inexplicable depression in his tone. Xiao Xian, who was lowering his head and wiping the corners of his mouth, looked at him sideways for some reason. I couldn't understand his sudden exclamation.

I held it for a while. The girl whispered: "If you don't grow up, you'll become a monster!"

Ahn Junhyuk was helpless, "You, don't always take everything others say as affirmative or negative sentences, what I just meant was that time passed too quickly." ”

"Oh......" Xiaoxian seems to understand. Her strength is that she doesn't argue with people. With a look like you said yes, just continue to nibble on sweet potatoes. made Ahn Jun-hyuk cry and laugh.

In fact, he does have feelings that time flies too fast.

It seems to be still in the memory of yesterday. He also used to chase the bus in this place, sometimes leisurely, sometimes out of breath. In my memory, the girl in front of me who was nibbling sweet potatoes, short and small, loved to wear floral skirts, loved to hold his hand, while counting the change in the bag, and frantically calculating who should invite whom to eat snacks today.

In the blink of an eye, the girl's size was almost up to his shoulders, no longer looking like a heel, no longer wearing floral dresses, no longer using hairpins to jam long hair. Instead, sitting on the bench a cubit away from him, was a small suit, a knee-length skirt, and round scalp shoes, and the scent of hair that had grown up when the wind blew.

When Xiaoxian was focused, he rarely cared about other people's eyes, for example, now, she didn't react when she was watched by Ahn Junhyuk for a long time, until Ahn Junhyuk asked her, "No class today?"

Xiao Xiancai raised his head and replied, "No, no...... OPPA didn't know that we were about to make our debut?" Glancing at him strangely, the girl continued: "The company has already helped to say hello to the school, and it will be officially debuted in early August, so there are only two months to go, learning dance, rehearsing...... I'm busy with a lot of things, I'm very nervous, Sister Yun'er visited the company yesterday, didn't she tell you?"

Ahn Junhyuk was silent, and for a moment, he smiled reluctantly: "Probably forgot!"

"Yes, my sister is smug all day long, and she loses everything, and she has been like this since she first met. "In the company, because of the close age, the home is not far away, and it looks like they will go to the same school next year, the relationship between Xiaoxian and Yuna in the whole group is the best, and they naturally know the most about Lin Yun'er's black history, maybe affected by Ahn Junhyuk's love just now, when they talked about it, they also opened their memories and counted them one by one.

Most of them are "Sister Yun'er borrowed money from me and never paid it back, reminded her that she said she remembered, and next time she forgot to borrow from me", "When my sister didn't live at Oppa's house, we all went home together, but almost every day we had to take two more trips, because she always left books or something in the company, and every time she got home to do her homework, she remembered it" and so on.

He listened quietly to her, a smile on his lips at times.

At the end of the conversation, the topic was not limited to this, but more interesting things about the girl's trainee life, including some things after they met.

"The first time I met OPPA, it was Sister Xiuyan's birthday, right? I followed Sister Xiuying everywhere to find someone to record blessings, and Sister Xiuying was the first to find OPPA, so I didn't dare to speak!"

"Do you remember?"

"Of course I remember, because the blessing that OPPA said was the best of all. Xiaoxian put his hands on his cheeks, some of the baby's fat faces pouted, and his eyes narrowed with a smile, and he actually looked a little proud, "Later, we took it back and played it, and they were all moved, otherwise oppa thought why there are so many boys in the company, we are only willing to be close to oppa, especially Sister Yuna and Sister Xiuyan......"

Saying this, the girl's crisp voice suddenly paused.

Memories fade like fantasy, and reality comes flooding back.

Jung so-yeon and Ahn Jun Hyuk, the intersection of these two names has long been diluted by time, this process she has seen from beginning to end, countless pictures have been presented disturbedly, from the beginning of so-yeon's pretense of not being good at words, to almost intimate, and now, she has never seen them walk together, the last time they met, oppa went to the company, she and so-yeon's sister came out of the company, they met, saw each other, paused with each other, and then greeted each other seemingly cordially, Greetings, very polite.

But she understands that behind politeness is alienation.

The melancholy came to the fore.

She saw a qiē, but couldn't do anything about it.

Beside her, Ahn Junhyuk, who had been listening to her, slowly faded the smile on the corner of his mouth. She had found out before that Oppa was a little wrong today, and of course she didn't know why, which was why she felt extremely uncomfortable.

A similar sense of powerlessness came to mind more and more this year, and the desire to chat faded like an oppa's smile, and the girl held her cheeks and looked down at her feet in a daze. There, the wind continued to blow, the trail of dust on the ground flickered and flickered, and a leaf whirled by, stumbling, touching her shoe, and then flying.

There were a lot of pedestrians walking by, but at this moment, I felt really cold.

The memories that had not yet dissipated in my thoughts echoed in my ears a string of laughter like silver bells, farther and farther away, farther and farther away, and finally there was only the sound of the wind.

"What if ......," the girl said suddenly, "how nice it would be to turn back time......"

Ahn Jun-hyuk was silent. (To be continued......)

PS: I seem to have drilled the tip of the horns, and I have always believed in a principle when I read books myself: if you open a harem, you will be mad!!

But when it was my turn to write, I began to write a special literary ...... Anyway, how to treat this disease?This kind of chirping crooked way of writing I'm also tired of writing.,The key is that you can't change it.,The hand touches the keyboard and it automatically develops into the routine of Wenqing.,Sometimes Kavinka is in a hurry and I want to chop my hands!!

In addition, the number of words today is a little small, so I won't send it from time to time

On the other hand, about making up for more let me slowly