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I finally finished this book, there was no relaxation, no relief, and I was still in a somewhat inexplicable mood.

I believe that this story can touch many people, and it will definitely touch the innocence that may have been forgotten in the hearts of many people, and I will be proud and proud of it, because I also wrote this story with the sincerity that I may have forgotten.

I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of feeling everyone will feel when they read this book again, after three years, and I believe that everyone should have changed. Friends who are in school may have already stepped into society, and now they are still looking for their other half of friends may have given birth to a big fat boy. I'm going to change, the biggest change is like everyone else, I'm getting older again. Zhao Yatong and Ying Fenghui are also changing, what kind of impact will the three years of studying abroad have on Zhao Yatong? Staying for three years, what kind of changes will be made to win Fenghui's mentality?

I'm grateful to my friends for supporting this story. I also believe that there will be many people who do not agree with this story, and friends who do not agree with it insist that reality is cruel, and beautiful things are just a mirage, do not believe it, and do not fantasize.

Everyone has the right to express their opinions, and so do I. Three years later, I will still be "stupid" enough to continue to believe that there will be good things in some corner of reality, and continue to write this story with this mentality.

I hope this story can continue to touch friends who are as "stupid" as me, and make more people "stupid".

Finally, at the same time, I also give a special gift to the friend who was "stupid" with me!

Settle down - win the sick yourself.

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In fact, in the bookstore, when several girls were captured by the flight attendants after reading a few chapters, Ying Sick had been observing, and the imperceptible spark in his eyes flashed and went out.

And Zhao Yazhi also opened the book suspiciously.

Zhao Yazhi followed and watched it all morning, and Ying Sick also accompanied her to watch it all morning. But she doesn't have to go to school or go to work yet, so she can keep watching. In broad daylight, I finally finished reading the whole book, and finally cried with emotion.

When you win the disease, you are like the black sea. Unexpectedly, Zhao Yazhi reacted so much, and a hint of discoloration flashed in his eyes.

Stretch out your hands and hug her gently. Let her feel the sound of her strong heartbeat and rare tenderness.

"Win the disease-" Zhao Yazhi looked at him with teary eyes, sobbing and said, "You, will you learn this to win the wind?" ”

"Why should I learn from him?" Ying Zhiji said: "He should learn from me!"

"Learn from you? What do you learn? Zhao Yazhi wiped her tears and said.

Win the illness blinked, and said to her with a serious face: "It must be to learn from me, domineering, strong, fraternal, courageous, against the woman you like, you must, if you can't do it vertically, you can't roll it horizontally, if you can't do it horizontally, there are thousands of means, in short, you will never let go!"

Zhao Yazhi burst into tears and laughed.

Zhao Yazhi was angry and annoyed in his arms, but this person didn't know which tendon was wrong, sometimes when he was laughing, he could make people cry, and when he was crying, he could make people laugh, and he could make people laugh and hate it to death.

He patted himself to show his complaint.

Seeing that she was crying and laughing, her demeanor was very coquettish, and her heart was a little itchy.

Zhao Yazhi ignored the gazes of the people around her, and now she fell into her own world, and asked in an almost whispered voice: "Can you call me a girl like 'him' in the future?"

Win the illness and laugh, I think it's not bad, but the one who has been called Yazhi Yazhi feels weird, not at all like the name between lovers, and it's not bad to have an intimate nickname.

Seeing that he was smiling, Zhao Yazhi's eyes were like water, and her face was as bright red as Caixia, and she hammered him lightly.

Win the illness and say: "That girl, you can call me sick." ”

"Hmm~" With a soft hum, Zhao Yazhi's face was feverish, ashamed and happy.

His eyes were like water, he glanced at him, his mouth opened slightly, and he exhaled like an orchid, and a faint fragrance from Zhao Yazhi's whole body passed into Ying Yiji's nostrils, tickling his heart.

Sneaking a glance at him, Zhao Yazhi's red lips widened, and she lowered her head and called: "Sick~!"

"Hey~!"

The voice, which shook his heart, held her tightly in his arms, but deliberately dragged out the tone in response.

Zhao Yazhi is bowing her head. Hearing the voice, he hurriedly looked up and secretly glanced at him, but now his eyes narrowed slightly, and a smug smile appeared on his face, obviously thinking about something unserious.

Zhao Yazhi smacked lightly, suddenly felt the gossip eyes around her, suddenly sobered up, and suddenly shrank into the arms of Ying Sick like a quail, remembering that she had cried in front of the public just now, and, and ...... It's a shame to die.

He laughed twice, gently swiped a few times in her palm, and said, "We have been here for a long time, and it's time to leave." ”

Zhao Yazhi's face flushed when she heard this.

Winning the disease did not choose to let the publisher give her book to Zhao Yazhi, but planned to come to the bookstore to buy it and give it to her in person.

After a pause, Ying Zhiji gently took her hand and took the book to the counter with her to pay the bill.

However, at this time, it was already noon, and many people had already chosen their favorite books, and planned to buy them and go home to read them slowly. So Xiao Changlong appeared, and Ying Yiji and Zhao Yazhi were not in a hurry, holding hands and chatting in line in the envy and jealousy of some people.

After a while, it was finally his turn, and Dasha was now standing on the periphery of the group watching them, beware of accidents, even though few people could hurt him.

After Ying Zhiji and Zhao Yazhi bought the book, even if they were far away from the counter, after quickly writing a sentence on the book, Ying Zhiji handed the book to Zhao Yazhi and said, "Give it to you, girl!" ”

Zhao Yazhi stretched out her hand, took it sweetly, and after lowering her head and glancing at the words written on the page, she immediately turned her head like an arrow, her face was bloody.

Zhao Yazhi's long hair hung down naturally, her pink cheeks were blushing, and her face was like a peach blossom.

The beauty of the book is more beautiful.

Ying Zhi knew that she was shy, and smiled shyly: "Girl, this book is the first gift I gave you, to commemorate our first meeting, to commemorate everything." ”

Zhao Yazhi didn't speak, but she couldn't help but smile, holding the book in her arms was like she was reluctant to let go, because the book was full of happiness between the two, and this was also the most beautiful and favorite gift she had ever received in this life.

The bookstore is different from the usual calm, with a touch of throbbing and noise. On the display shelves of the new book, under the observation of Ying Zhiji for a morning, with the book that Ying Zhiji bought, most of it has been sold quickly in the end, and at this time, there have been repeat customers with relatives and friends, but the group of people in the evening only returned empty-handed.

When the three of them walked out of the door of the bookstore, they caught a glimpse of a few girls squatting in front of the stop sign, wiping away their tears.

With a smile, Ying Sick turned around, and the smile had disappeared.

When facing Zhao Yazhi, winning sick is one face, and when facing his brother's subordinates, winning sick is another face. He lightly commanded: "Dasha, let's go, drive to wireless!"

Winning the illness has given people the feeling of being like a handsome guy who is sometimes chic and uninhibited, and a scholar who is gentle and elegant at times. It's like a public dignitary who is engaged in some righteous behavior, and his face can be seen and upright.

Only when his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a cold gaze at the enemy, would others throw away all the above feelings and feel a chill of falling into a deep valley.

A person's eyes are not only the windows of the soul, but also a symbol of a person's personality.

And in these eyes at this time, what Dasha sees and feels is a little light hidden in the unique darkness, a trace of deterrence in the calm, and there is always a mystery hidden in the depth.

Perhaps, it is the potential and mystery hidden in the unknown of Win Sick that is the real reason why Dasha is willing to give in to a young brother who is not much different from him.

Dasha said with absolute respect and obedience: "Yes! ”