On the university campus, which has just woken up from the darkness, there is the sound of students reading and playing, and everyone is enjoying college life in their own way and consuming the little youth they have left. www.biquge.info As a group that will never be lacking in the university, lovers, are irregularly distributed among these small groups, feeding handfuls of "dog food" to the lone "single dogs".

The handsome and sunny exotic handsome guy rode a bicycle on the boulevard, which attracted a group of girls to discuss whether the handsome guy had a girlfriend or not, and whether he should go up and ask for a phone number; Bibi, who has a boyfriend, can't help but shake his head, and by the way, "If my mother doesn't have a boyfriend, she will pounce." Such a "nymphomaniac" brain hole.

The "female man" who swaggered on the side of the road while gnawing on chicken legs laughed heartily, and was one of the few "sensible" girls under the "aftermath of beautiful men".

"Ruolan." The handsome guy spoke.

Just when everyone was guessing who this girl named "Ruolan" was, the "female man" turned around with a mouth full of oil, "Who called me?" ”

When she found someone coming, the chicken leg in her hand shook, and she stuffed it into the hand of her best friend next to her, wiping off the grease stains on the side of her mouth, "You, why are you here." "Looks flustered.

The boy smiled like a spring breeze, "Get in the car, I'll take you to the classroom." ”

The "female man" swallowed her saliva, sat on the back seat of the bicycle under the jealous eyes of the people around her, and wrapped her oily hand around the boy's waist. The boy kicked his legs, and the car drove like an arrow from the string to the teaching building in the distance, leaving a sigh all the way.

With a little caution, the boy parked his bicycle at a certain distance from the school building, took the girl by the hand and walked towards the four-story red-walled building, and kissed the girl before sending her upstairs.

The world is full of pink petals and the white sun that passes through the two of them.

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Does this count as a spring dream?

When Yuan Ruolan opened her eyes and found that everything before was false, the first question she asked herself was this question.

Calculate? So why is my appearance so ...... It's not pretty, isn't it?

Not counted? That, that kiss......

She hid behind her back and peeked at Ouyang Zheng, who was still asleep, to cover her reddened cheeks.

Ouyang Zai held a copy of "Wuthering Heights" in his hand, and during this time he read almost all the famous books at home and abroad in order to pass the time. The good-looking eyebrows and eyes are still good-looking when they are asleep, and the slightly pursed mouth is a little innocent, which is so consistent with the "sunshine boy" in the dream.

"Hah

Ouyang Zheng stretched her waist, so frightened that she immediately closed her eyes, and her eyelashes trembled slightly because of nervousness.

"You're peeking at me?" Ouyang Zheng smiled evilly, "Don't pretend." He squatted beside the hospital bed and looked directly at half of Yuan Ruolan's face.

Yuan Ruolan planned to "pretend to the end", but when she thought of the embarrassment after opening her eyes, she was sweating all over her body and had stomach discomfort.

"Not going to a funeral?" Ouyang Zheng got up and sat back in his chair, "It seems like it's about to start." ”

What to do? Can anyone tell me how to deal with someone who has just been imagined by you in a dream......

She put on a posture that a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, and continued to maintain the status quo, although her nose and eyes were wrinkled together, she was still cheekily hinting to herself: I didn't wake up.

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It was eerily quiet, and she couldn't even make out the other party's breathing. She opened one eye first and found that Ouyang Zheng was standing at the door with his back to her, perhaps because he understood her embarrassment and left her enough "personal space".

Does he have such good intentions?

With a skeptical attitude, Yuan Ruolan still got up from the bed and quickly got dressed, just when she had just put on the bottom suspender, Ouyang Zheng, who was originally facing away, turned around and looked at her with ill intentions.

She was startled and wrapped her arms around her chest, "What are you doing?" ”

Ouyang Zheng calmed down and said, "Look at you." ”

Yuan Ruolan pursed her lips and her face was flushed, and she felt that steam was coming out of her head. She held back for a long time before she said, "Hooligans." ”

Ouyang Zheng didn't argue, he shrugged his shoulders and walked forward, "It's not new. ”

She suddenly remembered that Neidanri was looked at by the other party, picked up the coat at the bedside and put it on, and walked out of the door with her head down, "I'm going to be late." "My eyes were fixed on the floor tiles, trying to find a crack in the ground that I could drill through.

"Hey." Ouyang Zheng stopped her behind him, "Be careful. The voice was gloating.

"Don't worry!" She stomped out the door.

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Yuan Ruolan was extremely unhappy about Ouyang Zheng being so relieved that she was going to attend the funeral of her ex-boyfriend's parents, but after thinking about it, he was not her own, why did she think he would be jealous and obstructive?

Jealous...... It didn't seem to be the right word, but she didn't think of a better alternative until she reached the funeral.

Fortunately, the funeral attracted her attention, and looking at the crowd in front of her, all dressed in black, she was immediately carried into the atmosphere of sadness, and as usual, she shrank in the corner, disguised as relatives and friends of the deceased.

Song Youchen, who lost his parents, looked better than he imagined, there was a submissive little girl beside him, pulling the corners of his clothes all the time, a typical bird according to the human type, and Yuan Ruolan was very different.

New girlfriend?

She wondered in her mind about the other party's identity, and at the same time wondered if she would be here.

What kind of rhetoric do you use? Hey, what do you have to do with her.

She smiled relievedly, and was sincerely happy for Song Youchen, after all, it was not easy for the other party to go through so much and find someone who was willing to accompany him, as for whether it was suitable or not, she knew that she was not an "outsider" to worry about.

She thought of Ouyang Zheng again, and her heart tingled slightly.

The farewell of the body needs to be very close to Song Youchen, so she has been letting the people behind go first, she doesn't know if she should take this risk, she is actually not afraid that Song Youchen will beat her and scold her, but she is worried that he will ignore the old feelings and send her to the police station again, and then she will not be able to speak clearly even if she is covered with mouths. So wouldn't Uncle Zhu and Dad's efforts be in vain? No, she can't bother anyone else.

She took the doctrine and prepared to exit the door, but when she turned around, she found that the door was closed, and this time it was different from before, and there was no funeral staff urging everyone to rush through the scene like "chasing ducks". The slow-moving crowd in front of them was about to finish a round, and this memorial hall was exceptionally large, leaving a large open space between those who had walked around and those who had not yet said goodbye to their bodies. Damn, I knew that I would have been mixed in with the dense crowd earlier, and now the few remaining goals are clear, and it is difficult to reach the sky if you want to fish in the water.

She unconsciously pressed the brim of her hat, and finally put it on her head, thinking: Whatever! Die and die!

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Qin Le found Xuan Ming and brought the results of spying on Zhuo Anwei at the cocktail party last night.

When did she become Xuan Ming's eyeliner?

It turned out that the first thing Xuan Ming looked for when he rushed back to the cocktail party was actually Qin Le, and he only said one word to her:

"For the sake of wishing Xuanxi, keep an eye on Zhuo Anwei." (To be continued.) )