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"How did you find such a pure place?" Following Zhong Jiahui, entering the teahouse, Wang Bodong looked around and found that this "Qing Yaxuan" is indeed as its name, quiet and elegant, without seeing the loud noise of the general teahouse, nor hearing the bang, the noise of shuffling and playing cards when playing mahjong, it is not so much a teahouse, but more like a book. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThis is a bit unimaginable in the Quartet, and even the entire Shudu Teahouse is equal to the mahjong hall.

"A classmate in the class brought me here. There is no card playing here, although the business is not very good, but the environment is very clean, the price is not much more expensive than the teahouse outside, after coming once, I liked it here. Sometimes when you are walking around the street, tired, or not in a good mood, you will sit here. Zhong Jiahui also replied in a low voice, as if she was afraid of destroying the purity here, and led Wang Bo to a position in the middle of the room. The location in this teahouse is also set up with ingenuity, although there is no private room with excellent privacy like a hotel, KTV, but there are green plants, hanging baskets from the ceiling and other partitions to circle the card seat, privacy is still good.

"Good Yaxing!" Wang Bo nodded and praised the other party's taste.

Zhong Jiahui took the menu from the waitress and asked Wang Bo what kind of tea he was drinking. Wang Bo said that he didn't pay much attention to tea at all, and asked Zhong Jiahui to order it casually. Zhong Jiahui ordered a pot of hair tips. She doesn't actually understand tea. For a teenage girl, it is basically nonsense to say what kind of tea tasting she is.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, and I haven't seen you at the English salon, have you been busy lately?" Zhong Jiahui looked at Wang Bo opposite and asked.

"It's a bit busy. Writing books, family business, miscellaneous things. I originally thought that I could take a good rest for a while after taking a break from school, relaxed and relaxed, and not so tired from school, but I ended up being busy all day long, and I was very busy, more than I did at school......" Wang Bo shrunk down and leaned his whole body against the soft backrest behind him.

"Hehe, you are in the midst of blessings and do not know blessings. Many people in our class envy you!" Zhong Jiahui pursed her lips and smiled.

"Cut! I'm afraid there are more schadenfreude, right?" Wang Bo flattened his mouth disapprenously.

The waiter walked in with a plate and a small brown clay pot and two small cups of the same color, put them on the coffee table between the two, and let the two of them step back slowly. Zhong Jiahui lifted the small clay pot and poured a cup for Wang Bo. Because the teacup is brown, the tea can't see any color, Wang Bo took a sip and took a sip, the taste was not bad, and there was a feeling of lingering on his mouth.

"By the way, Wang Bo, will you go back to your class at this year's New Year's Day party?" asked Zhong Jiahui after a while.

"Originally, I didn't really want to go, but the head teacher and the class leader all called in advance and asked me to join in the fun and see everyone, it's not good not to go, so I should still go. Wang Bo said.

Zhong Jiahui opened her big bright eyes and looked at Wang Bo: "I don't really want to go?" because ...... The reason for separating from Liang Ya? Or is it because of the separation from everyone? Everything in the fourth, including our group of friends, is ...... Becoming less and less important?"

"Where will it be!" Wang Bo shouted, straightened up, sat up straight, and looked at Zhong Jiahui with a little "no anger", "Am I that kind of person in your eyes?" His eyes were firmly fixed on Zhong Jiahui opposite, but Zhong Jiahui didn't speak, still pursed his lips and looked at Wang Bo with a smile, the meaning is self-evident - it is indeed possible!

Half a minute later, Wang Bo was defeated, his body shrank again, sighed and said: "Alas, Jiahui, I don't lie to you, the fourth middle school, the entire high school 2001 class, and even the seventh class I used to be in, the longer the time, the more the sense of formless and formless life will grow, and the more I feel in my heart that I have been expelled from this collective and become an outsider."

"However, for you, for Xiaoqing, Tang Jian, these friends of the English salon, in my heart, you have not changed from half a year ago, and you are the most important and cherished friends that my Wang Bo has made so far. If there is anything I have to cherish in the fourth middle school, it will not be the first place I have taken one after another, the certificates of 'three good students', 'excellent students', and even the love that I have received but lost, but your friends......

"However, having said that, sometimes even if I want to go back to No. 4 Middle School to take a look, but when I think of you all in full swing and fully engaged in learning, I, a casual guy, feel a little embarrassed and can't bear to disturb you. ”

This is also Wang Bo's heartfelt words, the longer he leaves the fourth middle school, the more he has a sense of strangeness and alienation from the fourth middle school, and there is a taste of hometown timidity. Although it was his own choice to leave the fourth middle school at the beginning, the feeling of "forced exile" lingered in his mind.

"You guy, just now you said 'busy', and now you say 'relaxed', I don't know which sentence is true. Zhong Jiahui glanced at Wang Bo and said.

"Hehe, it's all true, it's more real than real gold! Busy is a reality, freedom is a state of mind, and it is not contradictory at all!"

"Anyway, I can't mean you!" Zhong Jiahui glanced at Wang Bo again, picked up the teacup, and took a sip, his movements were natural and elegant, with a kind of feminine charm.

The two of them continued to chat, occasionally taking a sip of tea. The sofa in the teahouse is the kind of cloth sofa with a very good elevation angle, and it is very comfortable to sit on it. There are green broad-leaved plants all around, and the green vines with drooping ceilings are all plastic, but they are realistically made, and it is difficult to distinguish them if you don't look closely, making people feel as if they have stepped into a spring full of greenery and flowers. Wang Bo felt more and more that the teahouse called "Qing Yaxuan" that Zhong Jiahui found was really a good place to talk and chat with friends.

"By the way, Wang Bo, I really want to ask you a question, but I'm afraid of being abrupt, and I don't know whether to ask or not. When the chat between the two gradually got better, Zhong Jiahui suddenly said.

"Listening to your words, it gives me the feeling that an ancient advisor was about to give his lord a ghostly idea. Ask, when did you become so polite?" Wang Bo said.

"Then I'll ask!" Zhong Jiahui sat up straight, took another sip of tea, and fell on Wang Bo's body again, "That's it...... You and Xiaoya...... Can we still be together?"

If the other person asks him this question before school starts, he will most likely say that he doesn't know either. Now, Wang Bo could only shake his head lonely.

Seeing Wang Bo shaking his head, Zhong Jiahui looked a little surprised, thought about it, and said, "During the beginning of school, I chatted with Xiaoya a few times, and now, it should be regarded as a very good friend." I can feel that Xiaoya still has a deep affection for you. Sometimes she has red eyes when she talks about it, and she is very sad. And the story of your work from harmony to points, I also learned a little bit from Xiaoya. Wang Bo, Xiaoya, he loves, even if I am a bystander, I am very sure of this. You...... Can't you reconsider? You and Xiaoya used to be the envy of everyone in the fourth middle school!"

Zhong Jiahui actually walked with Liang Ya? This made Wang Bo feel a little surprised. Although he is very good with them in the English salon he personally set up, in this good circle, they have a certain intimacy with each other, and there are several small groups in it. For example, Liao Xiaoqing, Lin Wenjian, and Li Yang, who are seated very close, are a small group; Han Lin, Zhou Shu, and Xu Jing, the "Three Musketeers", are counted as another one, and Lu Wei and Liang Ya from Class 9 needless to say are also one. As for the others, Tang Jian is familiar with himself and can chat with almost everyone, Sun Li, Zeng Siqi and Zhong Jiahui, although they can chat with everyone, but because of their personalities, they faintly maintain a sense of distance from the people around them, and they can communicate and talk, but they can't talk to each other.

"When did you and Xiaoya become good friends? Aren't all beautiful women very arrogant, like hedgehogs, and it's hard to touch each other?" Wang Bo said with some surprise.

"You're the hedgehog!" Zhong Jiahui glanced at Wang Bo, "I didn't have much contact with Xiaoya before, but after contact, I found that Xiaoya is really a very good person, and she doesn't have a little bit of a frame at all." Wang Bo, although Xiao Ya didn't tell me everything between you, I can feel that some of the words that Xiao Ya once said to you, those words that hurt you, were not from her original intention. She must have had a compelling reason. The misunderstandings between you, if any, are fully solvable. ”

"Did Xiaoya tell me these words?" Wang Bo stared at Zhong Jiahui's face and said with a serious face.

"How is it possible!" Zhong Jiahui glared at Wang Bo with disgust, "No matter how good Xiaoya's personality is, she also has her own face and dignity as a girl?

"Jiahui, thank you for worrying about me and Xiaoya, but between me and Xiaoya...... It's really hard to put into words. Face, self-esteem, these superficial things do affect our relationships. If I, or she, can disregard face and put down my self-esteem to have a frank communication with the other party, perhaps, I can still reconcile. However...... Alas, don't say it, we don't know each other, it's hard to know each other, sometimes, we can't help but believe in the existence of fate and opportunity. Wang Bo's thoughts returned to the bits and pieces that had happened to him and Liang Ya that he would never forget, and for a while, he couldn't help but feel sad. (To be continued.) )