Chapter Seventy-Three: Forgetfulness

Xiaoyu stood silently beside the tree, quietly watching her classmates crowd around Lu Ming, who had returned to school to visit. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Lu Ming greeted the acquaintances he knew, but his eyes kept looking for something.

One turned around, and the trunk just blocked Xiaoyu's turning figure.

Looking back again, Lu Ming happened to lower his head and talk to his friend.

Xiaoyu leaned her back against the big plane tree and raised her head. There was the joy of seeing Lu Ming in my heart, and the bitterness of not daring to see each other.

Xia Han thought of the situation under the elm tree that day, waiting for Zuoqiu.

When I turned around, I saw that Zuoqiu was so close! With his hands in his head, he tilted his head and looked at her with a smile.

A voice shouted in Xia Han's heart, constantly shouting!

What are you waiting for?

Rush over and hug him!

Go ahead!

Xia Han couldn't tell the difference between Zuoqiu in front of her, it was still the same handsome, it was still the same, it made her feel warm....... Xia Han felt that her feet suddenly became extremely light.

The audience suddenly took a deep breath, and Xiaoyu suddenly ran over and rushed deep into Lu Ming's arms.

Lu Ming's arms tightened and hugged the person in his arms. The hand stroked the long-lost hair, and the faint fragrance wafted in the wind. The head rests naturally on top of the hair.

Xiaoyu leaned on this hot chest, listened to the endless heartbeat of "tom tom", slowly raised her head, and looked at Lu Ming's face.

A long-lost lover, a familiar temperature, a year of waiting......

"Cards!"

"Perfect, perfect! This time this one is really good! That's how we did it when we played! Everyone's hard work~"

Ni Xiaoche stood in the audience and applauded excitedly, and filmed for an afternoon, this time it finally worked! As the essence of the whole play, this scene is simply the finishing touch!

Looking at this almost perfect performance, Ni Xiaoche's mood was hard to calm down.

Xia Han suddenly came back to his senses and quickly let go of the hand that was holding Wei Shengyuan. It was extremely embarrassing for a while.

Wei Shengyuan also naturally followed Xia Han's movements and let go of his hand and returned to his normal standing posture. The hand was in his pocket.

"It worked well this time, and it seems that you are still very talented."

Wei Shengyuan stood next to Xia Han and said softly, and then turned around and stepped down.

Xia Han stared at the floor tightly, but his feet couldn't move at all.

What's wrong with her?

Did she hug Wei Shengyuan just now?

So, she saw the left mound...... It's just a fantasy of my own thoughts?

Xia Han raised his head suddenly and looked around. The huge performance hall, the seats of the thousand-person venue, and the people standing sporadically, but there is no unique figure.

"Impossible......"

At that moment, Xia Han felt that he had seen Zuoqiu. I haven't seen you for two days, so I miss it so much? I'm really unproductive.

Xia Han didn't hear Chen Ran call her, hurriedly got off the stage, and walked quickly to the bathroom.

Standing in a separate cubicle, Xia Han leaned against the wall, covering his mouth with his hands, and bean-sized tears continued to fall down his eyes.

Xia Han covered his mouth tightly to prevent himself from making a sound. Tears gradually blurred the vision in front of him, and Xia Han could only see the white expanse in front of him.

But it was clear that there was a white expanse in front of him, but the pictures of being with Zuoqiu in the past kept flashing.

Those warm moments, those ambiguous plots, and the angular and handsome face......