Chapter Seventy-Five: Near

Su Junxi couldn't eat the grapes and said that the grapes were sour, "It's ugly." ”

"You don't have to look at it," Tang Yuzhen took off his sweater, put it aside, and then picked up the book and read it, and Su Junxi's thief eyes had been looking at the sweater all the time, and he couldn't wait to grab it and write his name on it, but he really didn't have the guts.

He is afraid of being beaten, although he is also quite capable of fighting, but Tang Yuzhen is even more capable of fighting, and if he fights, this guy doesn't know how to write the four words of mercy for his subordinates, until he has to beat his mother and can't recognize him.

This winter, Tang Yu folded because of a sweater, it was not much cold, maybe it can't be said to be a sweater problem, it is more the warmth in his heart, on the contrary, Su Junxi has been shrinking his neck all winter, and this year's winter seems to be very cold, colder than in previous years,

After this winter, they will also graduate, and next year most of the students will be arranged to do internships in companies, and only a few will stay in school.

Therefore, no matter how many things have gone through here, whether it is brilliant or ordinary, it is just a past, and the future is their real future.

There's intrigue there, there's deceit, there's even more unspeakable, and there's something like this or something you never imagined.

Although college life will have ups and downs, it is still simple and simple compared to a reality.

Bai Mengyao was holding a glass bottle, and she had been sitting here for an unknown amount of time.

Although it wasn't the first time, she was still scared, still worried, and she forgot how she handed over this bottle to him in her previous life, this is her life in the past three years, all the qiē, all the bits and pieces.

She stacked countless lucky stars with her own hands, and each one may be the epitome of her every day.

She feels that her story is actually quite bland and boring.

She was just an ordinary person, an ordinary student.

She doesn't know many people, her appearance is average, and she is not a popular figure in school, but this kind of life may be the most suitable for her.

Lowering her head, she looked at the glass bottle in her hand, and could even feel the pain in her heart when the bottle was broken, and the powerlessness she could do when she saw that button.

In this life, will it be wrong?

She didn't know

Because the future is still an unknown

But at the very least, she knows that she won't let others harm her anymore, she won't marry a man like Jin Yuan again, and she knows that she can't forget her own beginnings because she covets the warmth given by some people.

And she, Bai Mengyao, is never alone.

Tang Yu folded over, strangely, but he stopped, just like this to Bai Mengyao, who was sitting on a chair on the side, she was just wearing a very simple coat, a pair of white jeans, and her hair was also tied casually, and there was not much characteristic, but she could smell a very strange cleanliness from her.

Maybe she didn't look up, but he recognized her at a glance.