In the center of Culture Street, next to a large antique market.

Qian Hao was fiddling with the jade, full of interest, but suddenly four people blocked his way.

When I looked up, it turned out to be Huang Jiying and others.

He didn't care, didn't be sarcastic, didn't look at it much, and retracted his gaze and continued to look at all kinds of jade.

This kind of almost ignoring the move made Huang Jiying's face flush instantly. His eyes widened angrily, gritted his teeth, and said, "Qian Hao, you can inscribe poems here, do you dare to inscribe them?" ”

Qian Hao ignored it, gave him a look at the mentally retarded, and walked past him.

This person is sick when he learns poetry?

This is what Qian Hao thought in his heart, because Huang Jiying's actions were too strange, and no normal person could do it.

Meng Shusheng and Yuan Qingyi also felt ashamed, the two looked at the sky and then at the ground, and made it look like they didn't know Huang Jiying.

Huang Jiying was still unconscious, turned around, looked angry, and said sarcastically: "What? Don't you dare? ”

God is pitiful, he really isn't sick. It's just that he is not older than Meng Yuan and the others, his temperament is not good, and he is easy to do things. It is precisely for this reason that he made such a second-class move.

Just like that Zhao Leng, he is usually normal, but he loses his mind when he meets Qian Hao.

Qian Hao is not, as soon as Lu Xiaoping is involved, he loses his mind.

In fact, everyone is like this, there is a person in his heart, and he will lose himself when he thinks about it.

It's not about Fengyue, it's just affectionate.

Hmm, or hate.

"Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Qian Hao didn't respond, but gave him another strange look, and then continued to wander around, strolling to the wall in front of him.

This wall is about a message wall, densely packed, and it is all small notes and papers.

One by one, most of them are inscribed with poems.

There is no need to make more guesses, Qian Hao can see at a glance that this is probably all written by tourists. Its purpose is probably not to redeem huàn gifts.

Because most of these poems are average, they are simply not enough to exchange for gifts. There are even a lot of poems that are not poems, just a sentence, or "so-and-so, I love you", which is also a good way to attract customers.

There was nothing to do left and right, Wang Jin and the others were also hanging out, and Qian Hao looked slowly.

"Wang Rui, we will always be together."

"Never leave, three lives and three lives."

……

"If life is only as it ...... first seen"

Stunned, he didn't expect that there was still this poem posted here.

Moreover, it has been posted more than once.

Look at those handwritings, delicate and euphemistic, probably written by little girls.

Smiling, he continued browsing.

There are really a lot of papers pasted, and most of them are simple words of teenagers. Also, the hearts of adults are hidden, and only teenagers are exposed.

Those words were actually a bit naïve, however, he looked at them with tears in his eyes.

Without him, between the lines, it was like when he was a teenager.

“…… was surprised by the wine and slept heavily, and the gambling books were consumed with the fragrance of tea, which was only ordinary at that time. ”

In his heart, he whispered these few words, and even chanted the last few words repeatedly. After that, he smiled bitterly and lost interest in watching.

But at this moment, he suddenly stared at a small note next to the wall.

However, before he could take a closer look, Huang Jiying ran over again and shouted into his ear: "Qian Hao, don't you dare to write poems?" Haha, I just wrote a poem, and I got a piece of jade. Aren't you amazing, hurry up and write poems, the jade baby with a good title is you......"

This guy is really relentless.

Qian Hao still ignored him and stared at the note in a daze.

On the note, the words in the child's body are written with a poem about the daughter's heart. That's not the point, the point is the name of the payment - it is actually - Lu Xiaoping!

How could he forget such a vulgar name.

He remembered it for so many years!

Since high school, his books and notebooks have all had two names.

One is himself, and the other is Lu Xiaoping.

How could he forget, how could he forget?

Of his various passwords, which one does not contain the initials of this name?

This name has long grown in his heart.

The heart is a tomb where the surviving are buried, and the tombstone is her name.

"What an adult, why are the words so ugly."

It turned out that when the matter came, he only had tenderness in his heart, and he even forgot the events of that day.

Perhaps, he wished he was dazzled that day. She's still her, the one in memory.

Huang Jiying has been intolerable, has been ignored repeatedly, and is still in public. He was very angry, his face was purple and blue, and he reached out and grabbed the paper in front of Qian Hao's eyes.

Qian Hao didn't notice it, and was stunned, the paper had been torn and shredded.

In front of me, fluttering like a weak snowflake.

After being stunned for a moment, he was furious, but instead of scolding Huang Jiying, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, as if he wanted to catch the messy flying pieces of paper.

But the pieces of paper scattered and fell to the ground, and only a piece of shredded paper with the word "deer" written on it fell into the palm of his hand.

His face seemed to be sad and happy, he clenched his fists, and then slammed his fist open Huang Jiying's face.

Huang Jiying screamed and subconsciously covered his face. But at this moment, suddenly a selfie stick came from behind and stabbed him in the waist.

"Oops!"

He screamed again, hugging his head and running away, afraid of the people behind him and Qian Hao in front of him.

Meng Shusheng and the others hurriedly stepped forward to persuade them, but before they walked to Huang Jiying's side, Qian Hao had already put down his fist.

It's not that he's angry, it's not that he's afraid, but because he sees the person behind Huang Jiying!

Deer apple!

His eyes began to tremble, and he couldn't speak, but in his heart he was already shouting at the top of his throat.

It's more timid to be close to home, why not close to her?

He couldn't speak, his throat was clogged, and his eyes were nailed to hers.

Pink clothes, cute face with a little baby fat, big talking eyes......

Even if she pouted unhappily, at this moment, he also thought it was extremely good-looking.

It hasn't changed at all, it's exactly the same as it was back then, it's still so cute, so lively, so ......

At this time, he was like a nerd, and he couldn't talk anything.

He looked at her like this, and she sensed it at once, so she blinked her eyes and looked back.

It was such an ordinary action, but his soul trembled when he saw it, as if it had been overpowered, and he felt like he was back in his youth.

But Wang Jin and Fan Jun suddenly appeared, stood in the middle of them, and blocked his eyes. He tried to get around them, but they pulled him and asked and looked at him, so that he didn't have a chance to speak.

In addition, because of what happened just now, many people came around and chattered, so that he couldn't squeeze around Lu Xiaoping for a while.

Probably because of Fan Jun's nagging, his mood calmed down a little, although he was still very agitated, but it was no problem to speak normally.

So, when he thought of her here, he couldn't help but shout at Huang Jiying:

"Huang Jiying, you provoked me and asked me to write a poem, right? Well, since you are looking for abuse, then I will fulfill your wish. (To be continued.) )