As soon as December is over, it's time for everyone to wait for the holiday.

In January, the noon sun penetrated into Lu Bu's pupils through the window, and the slightest warmth reassured her, she knew that she could not believe everything, but she had to believe that the sun was warm.

When I was distracted, I heard a commotion on the podium:

"Hello everyone, my name is Ning Forget, and I will give you a lot of advice from today onwards."

Clean and delicate.

This is Ning Wang's first impression of Lu Buli, as if it were an uncarved piece of jade.

Lu Buli looked at him carefully, she had an intuition, he was a person with a story.

She loves to write novels recently, probably because she has read too much of what others have written and started to want to use her pen, in fact, Lu Buli's writing has always been good, she likes to write books, because life is too hard, so she wants to fantasize, because reality is unshakable, so she wants to create.

She suddenly started to write the following paragraph:

There seemed to be stars between his eyebrows, and his smile was like an aurora.

Lu Buli was stunned, he wanted to describe Ning Wang, but somehow he remembered Song Jiguang, and since Song Jiguang said that he was going to the game, he disappeared.

"Everyone has gone to dinner, why are you here alone?"

She looked up, frightened, and saw her boy standing in front of her eyes and stuttering for a while: "Ah...... I ......"

"I'll be with you."

Ning forgot to sit down and sit beside Lu Buli.

Lu Buli's desk was full of scrap paper torn by irritability, broken calligraphy, and a few leftover mineral water bottles.

This made her feel flustered, but it also felt familiar, because not long ago, Song Jiguang was also sitting in this position to accompany her to lunch, and now, there was another strange boy sitting here.

She awkwardly opened the lunch box to eat quietly, he chuckled, and then stuffed the earphone cable in his hand into Lu Buli's ear, and the soothing ballad with a touch of sadness slightly soothed her emotions.

Ning Forget doesn't seem to be a person who is good at words, nor is he particularly fond of laughing, these are the little secrets that Lu Buli observed.

After eating, Ning forgot to pick up his mobile phone and asked Lu Buli: "Do you want to fight the king?" ”

Hearing the word king, Lu Buli was stunned.

Lu Buli never played games, because her mother's friend's son stayed up all night playing games and died suddenly, so she never dared to play, let alone how scarce game cells were.

The first time she played the game of Glory of Kings was because she ate Tang Huan's vinegar, at that time, Tang Huan accompanied other girls to fight the king and she ate dry vinegar, so she also tried to play, but the funny thing is that Tang Huan didn't accompany her to fight the king once until they broke up.

Lu Buli turned on his phone and responded softly: "Okay." ”

She was always the first to die in the game, losing game after game, but he magically didn't dislike her, and let her ruin his reputation.

Lu Buli was very involved in playing the game, but she couldn't play well, which made her feel frustrated, and this frustration made Ning Forget also depressed.

That day, the two of them played the game until late, and they didn't sleep all night.

The next day, Lu Buli was on duty, but found that Ning Wu had already wiped the blackboard and put a cup of hot water on the table.

She frowned and pushed the hot water slightly to the side.

She didn't like other people's overtures for no reason, which scared her, but fortunately this overtures did not continue, Ning Forget stopped as if she noticed something, and did not come to talk to her for several days.

Lu Buli couldn't figure it out at all, this Ning Forget, there was no reason to be good to her suddenly, and there was no reason to ignore people suddenly.

She sighed, a little annoyed.

In the evening, she received a long-distance call from distant Beijing, and Lu Buli knew that it was Song Jiguang with her eyes closed.

"It's cold, does your leg hurt?"

"Pain, can you cure me? Idiot question. ”

Pain, the perennial pain made Lu Buli learn to get used to it, and he also learned not to say it, because it was useless to say it, others couldn't understand it, and in turn she felt that she was squeamish, so she didn't like others to ask, because it didn't help if she told the answer.

"Yes." Song Jiguang's voice was very tired but still gentle, and his answer was completely unexpected and made her stunned, and then he said: "Lu Buli, don't give up, I will definitely cure you when I graduate." ”

Lu Buli's heart jumped, and she suddenly asked involuntarily: "Song Jiguang, when will you come back." ”

Song Jiguang didn't answer, and said softly: "Good." Then he hung up.

I don't know when it started, Song Jiguang got used to saying "good" to Lu Buli, I remember that the twenty-five-year-old Lu Buli has always been autonomous and independent, even if he has reservations about Song Jiguang and does not rely on it completely, and now, seventeen-year-old Lu Buli is completely a child in Song Jiguang's eyes.

And Song Jiguang didn't know, because of this obedient sentence, Lu Buli felt guilty for a night, she felt that she didn't know the severity of her willfulness again, she felt that she had caused him trouble, and she didn't deserve to do this.