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Tian Yuan's expression was sluggish for a few seconds, then pushed Shang Rong away, left his arms, and rubbed his nose a little embarrassed, but he was still angry, and glared at Shang Rong fiercely.

"Anyway, thank you, I'm very happy to know you!" Probably, it was really a kind of melancholy that was going to separate over her, and the words she said at this time didn't mean a joke at all, even if it was a little sensational.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to get such a good score, Shang Rong, I'm really reluctant to let you go, but I still wish you all the best in your future life!" She patted Shang Rong's shoulder on tiptoe, "You can roll mellowly, I'll go upstairs, goodbye." ”

Goodbye Tian Yuan said it in Italian, and Shang Rong stayed together for a long time, not only learning English, but also learning a few words of Italian.

Shang Rong learned Tian Yuan's movements and tone and said an Italian goodbye, watching Tian Yuan turn around three times and go upstairs very reluctantly, he had a premonition in his heart, tomorrow, Tian Yuan will not let go of himself easily, this time, it is a bit too big.

At first, I just wanted to tease Tian Yuan, but I didn't expect that she really took it seriously, and believed it so much, the more she showed sincere reluctance now, the more angry she would be when she knew the truth tomorrow.

It wasn't until he saw Tian Yuan come home and wave to himself at the window of the living room that Shang Rong returned to the car and started to leave her community, and on the way back to his residence, he was also full of mixed feelings, looking forward to tomorrow, and not knowing what to coax Tian Yuan tomorrow.

After taking a shower, it was already half past ten, but Tian Yuan didn't feel sleepy at all, and after lying on the bed with her eyes open for a while, she casually took a book that Tian Lu hid her from the bookshelf to read.

The two sisters have their own rooms, and their respective rooms have their own bookshelves, but Tian Lu is younger than Tian Yuan and has a more jumping personality than Tian Yuan, so the Tian family is more assured that Tian Yuan will not check Tian Yuan, but Tian Lu is different, hers has been reviewed by Tian Biao, so almost all of Tian Lu's extracurricular reading materials will be hidden on Tian Yuan's bookshelf.

Tian Yuan opened it and read a few chapters, only to know that it was actually romance, how a girl who has had a crush on the boy next door since she was a child became the most precious person for a boy from silently guarding and then entering the boy's life little by little.

There are a few sentences in the book that describe the psychological state of the heroine's crush on the boy, the heroine at that time was still young, and she didn't know that she had a crush on the boy, but she felt that she would miss it when she couldn't see it, even if she ate and drank saliva, she would imagine whether the other party was doing what she was doing now, and whether she would like the food she liked, but when she saw it, she was afraid to say a word.

It wasn't until one day that the heroine's family was going to immigrate abroad, and when she went to say goodbye to this boy, she suddenly woke up to the fact that she missed him for so many years because she had always had a crush on him and liked him.

Parting was undoubtedly painful for her, and on the day of farewell, she indulged herself in playing with him, until she had to leave, she was reluctant, and it seemed that every step she took was as sad as a soul withdrawal.

Tian Yuan's gaze stopped at this sentence - it seemed that every step she took was as sad as a soul withdrawal for her.

Isn't the sadness of soul withdrawal like a sharp knife stabbing at the tip of the heart?

Tian Yuan put the book in her hand back in place with some annoyance, she thought that just now, she should have experienced the sadness of soul withdrawal.

This night, knowing the sound of tireless screaming, so that the sleepless people are even more irritable, the moon outside the window, still beautiful like a splashed ink landscape painting, noble and cold, standing alone and self-appreciating.

(cqs!)