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Although he was a bit of a limp, he did it anyway.

If a boy is willing to give up his so-called dignity for you and learn to bark for you, it is enough to explain a qiē.

Xue Wei is already very content, really content. There is nothing wrong with the people she likes.

She first naughtily stuck out her tongue at Yin Yifeng.

Then he walked straight to a vacant lot that Yin Yifeng had specially cleared for him.

is willing to gamble and lose, and cheat and break the contract, that's not her personality. Although this kind of thing is accidental, she has also done this to others, but it is also in the case of joking. Besides, at this moment, she really wants to dance.

A dance dedicated to one person.

A gust of autumn wind blew, among the maple trees, among the flying yellow leaves, Xue Wei also danced like this.

Sometimes she is as light as a low-flying bird, sometimes like a whirling butterfly.

Sometimes like a fairy descending to earth, sometimes like a forest elf.

Yin Yifeng looked a little demented. I don't know where a black charcoal came from in my hand, and a blue silk scarf that I don't know where it came from.

I saw that this silk scarf looked a little old, but it was very clean and complete.

Obviously, this owner takes great care of it, and often cleans and protects it.

Yin Yifeng took the silk scarf and looked at it carefully for a while, and then looked at Xue Wei who was still dancing nearby.

Since Yin Yifeng lost his memory, he hasn't held a paintbrush for many years.

At this moment, he is holding black charcoal in his hand, but he has an inexplicable sense of impulse.

I don't know why, but my heart is always itchy, and my fingers are moving restlessly.

The desire to paint grew stronger little by little.

He held a paintbrush and a silk scarf in his hand and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

It's also strange to say, before going out today, when I passed by the kitchen, I didn't know where the thought came from, and I saw a black charcoal on the ground, so I picked it up casually and put it in the pocket of my pants.

And this silk scarf was picked up by Xue Wei's side when she fainted before.

Yin Yifeng held a silk scarf in his left hand and black charcoal in his right hand. His mind seemed to go back to the old days.

The past, looking back now, seems far away, but there is a feeling of being at hand.

The memories of my childhood suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but laugh.

His smile at this time is very beautiful.

Not a bitter smile, not a sneer. It's always a heartfelt, involuntary smile.

The corners of his mouth turned up, and he raised slightly.

Laughter is happiness. Laugh contentedly and happily.

The corners of his mouth at the moment seemed to be smeared with the sweetness of a dust of candied fruit.

Close, Xue Wei.

Xue Wei is still dancing at the moment.

She's still dancing to her heart's content.

Although she has been dancing for a long time. There were already some beads of sweat hanging on her forehead, and her breath was a little short.

However, she didn't stop, yes, she didn't stop, not even the slightest sense of wanting to stop.

Not only did she not stop, but a blush appeared on her face.

It's faint, like a ripe apple.

Sweet, with a happy smile on the corner of his mouth.

She's still dancing.

Although she knows that her dancing is not very good, at most it can only be regarded as average.

Compared with my goal of being a real dancer, there are still too many ways to go.

But none of this qiē matters.

Yes, it doesn't matter.

At least for now.

Because she knows.

In Starmark's opinion, she is the best.

In Starmark's opinion, he is also the best.

This qiē is enough.

As long as he understands.

Yes, enough is enough.

It's completely enough.

She's still jumping, and she's jumping. She's dancing with all her heart, and she's putting all her heart and soul into dancing.

The star mark is still looking, keep looking. He was looking at it with his heart, and he looked very infatuated.

Time is ticking.

Yes, it's actually always gone.

Time has taken away the years, but it has left good memories as traces.

Remembering this thing is sometimes like wine in a cellar.

As time goes on, it becomes more fragrant.

Memories are always memories in the end.

And memories always give people an inexplicable feeling of sadness and pain.

It doesn't matter if it's happy or sad. He's like that. It grieves and pains you.

For example, wine, whether you are a good wine or a second wine, when you drink it, it will always make you drunk.

It doesn't matter if it's slightly drunk or drunk.

People will always grow up, but memories of this thing will always remain.

Even if some people have occasional amnesia, they will still remember this thing.

Therefore, the current Yin Yifeng is reminiscing. Reminiscing about what I had done here with a certain girl.

As the memory deepened little by little, his restless fingers finally began to move.

She put her knees together and laid the blue silk scarf neatly on top of her knees. The brush in the right hand finally landed lightly