He Mingyang has a pair of moon-like eyes, the eyes are clear and transparent without a trace of impurities, he was born in a scholarly family, and his body is intoxicated with the smell of books, but there is sadness in the eyes of such a person, full of sadness.

Liang Yimo, the milk tea on the table, didn't move for a year, Liang Yimo looked up at He Mingyang, and said lightly, "So what?" ”

Her expression completely hurt He Mingyang, but he had his pride, He Mingyang suddenly laughed, he pretended to be right and said fiercely, "Then I will wish my junior sister happiness, if one day he treats you badly, I will snatch you back." ”

A few minutes ago, she and He Mingyang were sitting here, and He Mingyang asked her very solemnly, "Are you and Ye Shao sincere?" ”

After that day, he thought about it for a long time, and he thought that Liang Yimo might have something unspeakable, so Ye Shao was together, at least he could deceive himself.

But Liang Yimo's answer completely shattered his dream, "It's sincere." ”

There is a kind of person in the world who likes to try to find her own thorn tree, and gives up the scenery along the way, when her body is tied to the longest thorn, she will taste the pain.

He Mingyang may be the scenery along the way, but she is the thorn tree that is looking for her own, and she is destined not to be together, and she now knows that there is a girl with a good eye who likes him.

"You don't hate me, I'm the kind of woman they say I am...... Actually, I'm no different from them...... "Why does he still say such things, he is something that others have used, and he can still accept it."

In Liang Yimo's concept, people like He Mingyang from a family will have a habit of cleanliness, especially a person as good as He Mingyang, shouldn't he come to spit on her at this time.

A pair of warm hands reached over and blocked her mouth, not letting her finish the next words, his voice was so gentle, so meaningful, "Yimo, don't look down on yourself like this, in my eyes, you are the purest girl in the world, and some things have to be seen with your heart." ”

Liang Yimo, whom he saw with his heart, is a kind girl who pays for her mother's medicine and pays a few points a day, she will buy cat food for them because the stray cats on the side of the road have no food, she is obviously still hungry, but she buys them cat food to eat, her sympathy is very overflowing, and she responds to requests, although she seems to be very indifferent, in fact, she wants to help others more than anyone else.

These are all things he has observed in his three years of college, and for this girl, he has been watching her every move, and he does not have the courage to come forward and confess.

He is so proud, but he is still afraid of being rejected by him.

At the reception of new students, as a sophomore senior, he was still single, and he received new students at the school gate with the people in the dormitory, and in the crowd of tens of millions, he saw her at a glance, with black hair, scattered around her waist like a waterfall, a pure white dress, and a pair of smart and talking eyes.

He was not the only one who saw him, but also a friend in his dormitory, who had changed girlfriends 12 times in one year of college, and he whistled at her, turned to him and said, "Dude, I will be able to catch this girl in less than a week." ”

He looked at her in the crowd lightly, dragging a big suitcase, walking alone on the campus path, other freshmen had their parents to send them, but she was pulling a lonely box alone, a pair of slender legs supporting her body, walking forward, from her eyes, he saw that there should be vicissitudes of life at this age that did not belong to them.

"Not necessarily." For the first time, he retorted to his friend.

He felt that she would not be such a casual woman, she was like a snow lotus blooming in the snow, a flower in the clouds.

In fact, he was not sure, and he was more worried that she would really agree to her friend, but at that time he didn't understand what he felt at that time.

My friend was so energetic that in front of several other friends, he said with a long word on his back, "Let's make a bet that whoever loses will be responsible for the hot water in the dormitory for a year." ”

"Okay." His voice was not high, but it made his friends flutter.

One of them slapped him on the shoulder and joked, "Okay, our F big school grass is finally in full swing." ”

The friend who just said that he wanted to bet immediately said anxiously, "Hey, He Mingyang, I saw her first, you can't rob me." ”

Saying that, he had stepped forward and went to talk to her, and I have to say that his friend's pick-up skills were very good, and she agreed that her things were held by her friend, and his eyes immediately dimmed at that time.

What I didn't expect was that the box she was carrying in her hand didn't look big, but it was very heavy, and it was very difficult for a man to lift it, especially in summer, sweat appeared on her forehead without mentioning a few steps, and her sneer came out of her nasal cavity, "Don't mention it if you can't lift it, don't you have wheels on the box, it's not good to pull, you have to carry it." ”

The words that came out of her mouth were as indifferent as they were, and the cold made the surroundings freeze, and also made the friends who watched the joke together hang there on the spot.

In his sophomore year, the hot boiling water in the dormitory was the first time he had the idea of exploring a person.

He has been observing her since she entered the school, even if he doesn't have to come to school often in his senior year, he still often comes to school, just to watch her silently walk past him in a place where she can see, and he is about to graduate in a few months, he can stay in school and continue to take the postgraduate examination, but the family has arranged for him to study in Vienna, the city that is intoxicated by music.

He wanted to confess to her, use his family connections to let her go to Vienna with him, or stay at school, but now everything has changed.

Just because I took a second look in the crowd at the time, I will never forget it.

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