The cheers were still relatively high, and Qi Jinying heard Ling Ce's guitar.

Although this kid wears wrist guards and sportswear, he is very proficient at playing the guitar.

It is no wonder that it is said to be highly educated.

Ling Ce's guitar is not as literary and quiet as other boys, he plucks the strings at a fast frequency and in a fast rhythm.

With the drum kit in the back and the lead singer in the front, they together brought a rock-style funk that ignited the atmosphere of the whole hall.

An Yimeng watched quietly.

However, she was more obsessed with the bell ornament in her hand, and she wanted to return it to her former classmate.

Although I don't know if it's him, but except for Helian, there is no more suitable candidate.

Zhu Chaoran walked straight to the balcony outside the hall and threw Helian off.

He took a cigarette from his chest pocket and lit it, he didn't like crowds.

The leader next to Helian turned his head was gone, and he didn't like the crowds either.

Especially when the departure was imminent, he did not understand the intention of the leader to let him come to this cultural festival.

An Yimeng finally saw the people she wanted to see, and I heard An Qiuji say that they were about to leave, although they might come back...

But she was afraid that Helian would never come back, and that the bell was so important, that she decided to give it back to him.

"Helian," An Yimeng called out to him, "long time no see." ”

Helian raised his eyes lightly, and following the golden light, An Yimeng could see clearly.

His eyes were cloudy and indiscerning, not at all like the boy he had been, and his golden eyes shone into hers.

But Helian walked out immediately, and he probably understood.

The leader should have called himself over for the sake of Dr. An's sister.

However, why does Dr. An, the younger sister, keep pestering herself, even if she doesn't know her, she still insists on getting close.

This kind of self-familiarity really makes him scratch his head.

"Can I borrow you a little time?" An Yimeng asked, "A few minutes is fine." ”

Helian hesitated, maybe the team leader still had to smoke a cigarette, and the leader had not yet arrived, so naturally there was no reason to leave the table early.

He nodded, and walked over to the railing to look at the scenery outside.

An Yimeng followed, approached him, and then said softly.

"Is it that after the cultural festival is over, you are going to leave for a while?"

Helian nodded, not responding.

"You're a lot like one of my former classmates, a lot like you..."

An Yimeng's nose was a little sour, and her voice trembled slightly, "You may not believe it, because you look much younger than me..."

Helian listened quietly, he didn't believe it, he just suddenly remembered the mobile phone that the leader gave him, the boy in the photo album...

He was indeed very similar to herself, and older than herself, so she probably mistook him for the boy.

"I... I really miss him, he's gone for me. ”

Hearing her say this, Helian sighed, he couldn't listen anymore.

"I'm not him, if you talk about your feelings, maybe you're looking for the wrong person. ”

An Yimeng was a little stunned, she pulled the corners of her mouth, feeling a little uncomfortable, but she didn't know where to start.

"Well, I—" she moved her lips and said in her heart, I love him.

It's not about how good he was to me, it's because he used to fill my life with good.

"I want to say, you don't have to grieve yourself, if you are unhappy about something, it makes no sense to do anything..."

When Helian heard this, he just nodded slightly, "Is there anything else?"

An Yimeng lowered her eyes slightly, and she opened her palm.

In the palm of his hand is a small and unique bell, and the silver chain on the bell also reveals a shining light.

"Please take it, this is..."

Helian sighed, turned and left, her classmate's again.

He really didn't understand why other people's things should be imposed on him.

The drooping palm was opened, and An Yimeng caught up with him and put it in the palm of his hand.

Helian frowned, he was really angry, no matter how resolute An Yimeng was, he used more strength than her to break free...

"Smack. ”

The bell fell to the ground and rolled to the side with a grunt.

Ignoring An Yimeng's stunned expression and the mist in his eyes, Helian had already walked away.

An Yimeng's tears slid down, and she was about to squat down to pick up the bell, only to see a slender hand pick it up before her.

"I'll let him take it. ”

Zhu Chaoran glanced back at An Yimeng expressionlessly.

His words were originally a comforting sentence, but they were very tough, making her tears overflow one after another...

Looking at Zhu Chaoran's figure walking away, An Yimeng sighed.

The hand resting on the railing trembled slightly, sobbing softly, in contrast to the cacophony of cheering in the hall.

There was a touch of warmth on his head, like the blonde boy he used to be...

He smiled at her, "Yimeng, it's really ugly to cry like this." ”

"It's really ugly to cry like this. ”

The voice from behind him made An Yimeng look back in astonishment.

But her eyes suddenly dimmed, it was Ling Ce, not...

Ling Ce had already caught the disappointment in her eyes, and he was even more upset.

Especially when he saw this scene just after the performance, he didn't know why he was so unhappy in his heart.

I took the white towel off my shoulder, which was supposed to be used to wipe away sweat.

But when he saw that this trouble was in trouble at the same table, he didn't bother to wipe his sweat, so he handed over the towel.

"Wiped away the tears. ”

"The appearance of shedding tears for others is even uglier, ugly, ugly, ugly!"

I don't know why, hearing these fierce words, An Yimeng cried even more, and the tears fell even more fiercely.

Ling Ce realized if his tone was too heavy...

"Okay, stop crying, ah. ”

Ling Ce changed his tone, gently tentatively, and then picked up a towel to wipe away the tears that hung on her face.

In the hall, An Qiuji bumped into the female teacher who had just been deliberately embarrassed and prayed for gold.

An Qiuji smiled and nodded.

"Eh, Teacher An, I was disrespectful to Principal Qi just now..."

An Qiuji nodded, "It's okay, next time between superiors and subordinates, don't do this." ”

The governess handed over two cocktails with bad intentions.

"I'm just trying to make amends to Principal Qi, but I haven't seen her come yet. ”

"I'll give it to her for you. Hui Yi'an Qiu bowed his head and took the wine glass.

"Thank you so much Teacher An," the female teacher raised an eyebrow and tapped her fingers lightly on the back of her niece's hand.

"That cup is for Mr. An. ”

An Qiuji looked at the pale yellow wine and smiled lightly, "Okay, thank you." ”

Looking at his back, the female classmate asked her aunt incomprehensibly, "Why don't you just poison him?"

"Oh, your aunt still wants to be the principal in the future, how can she cause trouble. ”

The governess lowered her voice and pursed her lips and smiled.

"It's a lot of fun, though..."