After Cheng Xingtao returned home, she leaned on the bed, covered it with a thick quilt, leaned on the bed, and sat on the bed to write a script. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Her brain was groggy, she felt cold, the quilt on her body was already very thick, and there was heating in the imperial capital in winter, so the quilt in winter was not thick.

The quilt she was wearing now was the same as the one she had covered before the heating, but she still felt a chill, as if it was coming from her bones.

Cheng Xingtao knew that she had a cold, but she didn't know if there was medicine at home, she thought that she would just survive the cold, and she was too lazy to take medicine.

However, after she drank many glasses of boiling water and wiped her nose with a pack of pumping paper, Cheng Xingtao found that due to her slow mental response, she didn't write a few words in her script.

And her body has changed from the initial fear of cold to a low-grade fever.

Thinking that if she fell ill, there would be no one to take care of her, Cheng Xingtao resolutely decided to get up and go to the house to rummage around, maybe Qiao Yue would have common medicines in the house.

Cheng Xingtao's first thought was the living room, but she looked around the living room and didn't find the shadow of the medicine box, Cheng Xingtao felt that her body temperature was getting higher and higher, she touched her forehead, and wanted to go to Qiao Yue's room in a daze to look for it.

She turned on the light and rummaged through Qiao Yue's room, but found that she couldn't find it either.

Cheng Xingtao wanted to give up a little, but as soon as she touched her hot forehead, for the sake of her own health, she still decided to hold on to her last hope and go to the study to have a look.

Cheng Xingtao knew that Qiao Yue usually worked at home, working in the study upstairs, and she would sometimes go to clean up, but she never stayed inside.

Pushing open the door of the study, turning on the light, the huge Apple computer display screen was placed on the dark black solid wood desk in the study.

Cheng Xingtao took a general glance and saw that there were more books and finished design works in the study than in Qiao Yue's room.

If most of his rooms are made up of figurines and peripherals, then the study is an exhibition area for his own works.

Cheng Xingtao quickly swept the unobstructed bookshelves, all of which were neatly arranged by the secretary, and she sighed softly, thinking that she was going to return in vain.

Just when Cheng Xingtao turned around and was about to leave the study, Cheng Xingtao saw a cardboard box under the bookshelf out of the corner of his eyes, and the cardboard box was placed under the bookshelf, which was quite inconspicuous, but quite inconsistent.

There must be some bits and pieces in the box.

Cheng Xingtao thought so in his heart, so he squatted down, moved the cardboard box out, put it on the desk, and opened the cardboard box to see.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, when you look at it, Cheng Xingtao is stunned by the contents of the box!

Cheng Xingtao picked it up and saw that the date on it turned out to be the date when she took the train to college for the first time!

Cheng Xingtao hurriedly rubbed her eyes again, for fear that she was in a daze, so she saw the wrong thing, but when she wiped her eyes vigorously, she found that she was indeed not mistaken!

At that time, there were very few such blue tickets on the ticket, and it was just beginning to implement the real-name system to buy a ticket, and it still had her name and ID number on it!

She never knew where this ticket had gone!

Although she already knew that Qiao Yue had known her when she was a freshman! However, she didn't expect that Qiao Yue still had the train ticket at that time!

After confirming that the train ticket was indeed hers, Cheng Xingtao hurriedly looked at the other items in the cardboard box.

There is a piece of paper......

It's the piece of paper that says 'Shaohua dumps' with ugly words......

Cheng Xingtao is almost faceless!

Although there was no one next to him, Cheng Xingtao was still ashamed to hold his forehead and couldn't look directly at this piece of paper.

At that time, I was still proud, and I felt that I was painting very well, but now I look at it, I really don't know where I got the courage and self-confidence at that time? Moreover, the key is that I am still complacent in front of Qiao Yue, the design god.

It's a shame to go to grandma's house!

What's even more tangled is that Qiao Yue has been keeping this piece of paper, is he deliberately keeping it, thinking that it will be used to laugh at her in the future?

Although Cheng Xingtao was the only one in the study, it did not affect Cheng Xingtao's funny and angry expression after seeing these things.

Putting down the sketch paper, Cheng Xingtao saw that there was still a book in the cardboard box, she felt very strange, she picked up the book and saw that this book was a sophomore textbook.

Generally, this kind of book is clean and tidy after a semester.

Cheng Xingtao was a little surprised, why did Qiao Yue leave this book, and it didn't look very new, and the book had traces of frequent reading.

With questions, Cheng Xingtao quickly flipped through the meditation textbook in his hand, the pages of the textbook stopped at one of the pages of the book, and when he saw the densely written words on that page, Cheng Xingtao's heart suddenly had mixed feelings.

Shouldn't this book be Xiao Yuyang's book?

Cheng Xingtao still remembers that at that time, it was the day when she was most infatuated with Xiao Yuyang.

This kind of class is a large class, and it is a class with several classes.

Cheng Xingtao, who is not in the same class as Xiao Yuyang, can also take the opportunity to take the opportunity to attend classes together and get close to Xiao Yuyang.

She still remembers that day, it was an afternoon, the afternoon sun shined lazily through the glass window in the huge lecture hall, and when Cheng Xingtao went to find a seat, he saw Xiao Yuyang sitting in a row with his classmates.

Cheng Xingtao saw that there was no one in the front row of Xiao Yuyang, so he pulled Yi Xiaoxin and other people in the dormitory to sit in the front row of Xiao Yuyang.

At that time, she only had Xiao Yuyang in her eyes, and her pursuit of Xiao Yuyang was also unstoppable, she didn't care about anything at all, she didn't care about anything.

During class, she swapped her book with Xiao Yuyang's book directly before Xiao Yuyang raised her objections.

In fact, she didn't know what to do with changing books, she just wanted to find a reason to talk to him.

Cheng Xingtao noticed that Xiao Yuyang wanted to speak and stopped, but before Xiao Yuyang could say something to refuse, she turned around and turned her back to Xiao Yuyang, not giving him a chance to refuse.

During class, Cheng Xingtao opened the book, although he wanted to listen to the teacher's lecture hard, but it was too boring!

In the case of extreme boredom, Cheng Xingtao picked up the pen and wanted to write something, so Xiao Yuyang's textbook was densely filled with Xiao Yuyang's name.

Every word, every gesture, is her full love for him.

Cheng Xingtao stretched out his hand to touch the old handwriting, although the traces of the pen had already penetrated into the paper and were dry, Cheng Xingtao still seemed to touch himself at that time, full of joy and love.

Cheng Xingtao can't even imagine what kind of mentality he liked Xiao Yuyang at that time.

Now, she can't find the feeling she had at that time, and those moth-like years like fires are like dreams, gradually dissipating in the long river of years.