Love is like a cup of tea, from light to deep to light, let you savor the taste, the faint fragrance and astringency bitterness and finally to the passing memory, no matter how sad or joyful, a qiē is a good memory.

Lin Tianze gently hooked her little thumb, with a little inexplicable melancholy, but undoubtedly jumped towards the warm, happy and sunny day.

That's nice!

Lin Tianze turned his head to look at Chen Qing'er's side face that could withstand the passage of time and was still as stunning as the first time after many years, and his eyes were burning.

Chen Qing'er withdrew her little hand, and her little face was as bright as the sunset.

She didn't understand why she had the courage to secretly take the boy's hand, but seeing him in a trance, she just couldn't help it.

This gentle touch is like signing a contract between two people. The reality is like a romance drama, and she just fell into the love web woven by this boy unsuspectingly.

I can't break free, and I don't want to escape.

This can be regarded as early love.

Chen Qing'er's thoughts were buried in her eyes and lips, but she didn't say it.

An inexplicable love haunted her, making her uneasy, making her heartbeat, and making her quiet.

She didn't know if the little seed planted at this moment would grow into happy flowers many years later.

"Class." Teacher Qin, who was dressed fashionably and beautifully, walked in, put down the recess and said.

The students stood up one after another.

"Morning, classmates." Teacher Qin greeted him as usual.

"Hello teacher!" A neat voice came out.

This is also a characteristic of the era, teachers and classmates will take the trouble to greet each other every time they go to class, and there is a faint warm atmosphere.

Teacher Qin looked at Chen Qing'er a little strangely, as the class leader, she would take the lead in shouting to stand up every time, but this time it was half a beat slower.

Chen Qing'er's cheeks were already red, and she didn't notice the teacher's gaze, but Lin Tianze winked at Teacher Qin.

This stinky boy! Teacher Qin smiled secretly, knowing it in his heart.

She didn't bother the silly girl anymore, no matter what the outcome was, wasn't the process always good.

In this way, Chen Qing'er's day passed in a trance, which is difficult to imagine for a good student with excellent character and learning.

"Qing'er, let's go together." Wang Jingjing's mouth will never lack something, she walked up to Chen Qing'er and pulled her sleeve, and when she saw Lin Tianze, she snorted.

Lin Tianze couldn't help but be a little funny, the girl who accompanied her that day should be this chubby and cute girl.

"Oh, oh." Chen Qing'er came to her senses and hurriedly packed her schoolbag.

"Wang Jingjing, you go first, I'll send Qing'er home." Lin Tianze said with a friendly smile at Wang Jingjing.

Chen Qing'er's cheeks flushed, pretending not to hear.

Wang Jingjing took a bite of the meatloaf and said vaguely: "You go away, you big pervert."

"A chicken leg." Lin Tianze said with a smile.

"Don't try to buy me!" Wang Jingjing's eyes lit up, and then she refused with righteous words.

"Two." Lin Tianze said.

"Qing'er, I have something to do today, let's go first, we'll see you tomorrow." Wang Jingjing staggered away, and didn't forget to compare two fingers with Lin Tianze.

For a foodie, there is nothing that one chicken leg can't solve, if it doesn't work, then two.

Lin Tianze couldn't help but laugh a little, he actually knew that this seemingly honest little girl was actually clever.

She guessed from Chen Qing'er's posture and reaction that she was actually willing to accompany Lin Tianze, otherwise, let alone two chicken legs, even if there were one hundred and eleven chicken legs, she would not abandon her and leave.

"Very good friend." Lin Tianze commented, in fact, this kind of little girl's friendship is very interesting, innocent and beautiful, without any hypocrisy and impurities.

"That's it." Chen Qing'er raised her head coquettishly and said, as if praising her friend made her happier than praising her.

"Let's go, I'll take you home." Lin Tianze smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Whoever wants you to send it, I'll leave myself." Chen Qing'er turned her head, turned around and left.

Unexpectedly, Lin Tianze immediately followed and walked beside her.

"It's me who has the cheekiness to send it, Qing'er, give me a chance." Lin Tianze said pitifully.

"No." Chen Qing'er sternly refused, but the smile on her face couldn't be suppressed.

It wasn't until he was far away from the school that Lin Tianze dared to step forward and hold his soft and detailed little hands, the girl was thin-skinned, and she must be afraid of being seen by acquaintances, so Lin Tianze would not be so eager to make that kind of mistake.

Chen Qing'er's already red cheeks burned hot all of a sudden, she twitched her hand, but Lin Tianze held it tighter.

Her white skin was flushed like a glow, her small nose twitched slightly, and her teeth were as smooth and neat as white porcelain between her open lips.

"Let go." Chen Qing'er said in a low voice, suppressing the feeling of thumping in her heart, she only felt that her mood that had finally calmed down suddenly rolled up again, and she only felt that the sour and numb hand that was held was not her ordinary, and she couldn't use any strength and was powerless to break free.

"What if I can't let go of my hand?" Lin Tianze played Lai Pidao.

There was a hint of strangeness in his voice, he once thought that the separation at that time was goodbye, he once thought that the eternal separation between heaven and man was despair and regret a painful life, and he once thought that when Yiren returned, he could only look at the photo and reminisce.

Now her delicate cheeks, unravaged by any years of suffering, were close at hand, and the cold and proud fragrance of her body lingered in her nose.

Those slender and soft hands were held by him again, how could he be willing to let go.

The air is full of warm and warm atmosphere.

The big hands held the small hands tightly.

The little hands are powerless to break free, but they don't want to break free.

If the road is long enough, they are willing to keep going.

Just when the two of them were silently immersed in that faint ambiguous and warm atmosphere, a whining cry woke them up.

"Woo woo, woo woo." A little boy who was about ** years old in student clothes was crying sadly, and his schoolbag was neatly stacked aside.

Fate is always wonderful, the last time Lin Tianze sent her, she met the old woman who fainted, and this time she met a crying little boy.

Lin Tianze and Chen Qing'er looked at each other and smiled, and stepped forward.

"What's wrong, little friend?" Chen Qing'er bent down and asked softly.

Lin Tianze looked at such a gentle girl and smiled.