For a moment, there seemed to be a hallucination in front of her eyes, it was the sunny boy......

But in an instant, the relentless fire drowned out the figure of the Sunshine Boy.

On the grass of the grove, there is an elegant and casual man leaning comfortably under a big tree, his back is well-proportioned and slender, and he can be seen holding the white recorder in both hands, and his fingertips gently stroke the flute, and the smart flute sound flutters into his ears.

She slowly walked around the poplar tree to the boy.

The man squinted his eyes slightly, his long and dense eyelashes fluttered gently, the bright moonlight poured on his soft and sunny cheek lines, like a piece of white jade, his slender and clean fingertips flicked softly in the recorder, the corners of his mouth flew wantonly with a hearty smile, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth revealed an inscrutable confidence.

He was silent in the sound of his flute, and the casual ease was vividly reflected on his face, and it seemed to merge with the grove in the quiet night, which made people unbearable to disturb him.

Xin Chenchen froze, staring at the face of the boy under the big tree in disbelief.

How many days and nights the appearance of that boy appeared in her dreams.

As the years passed, the sunny and charming smiling face gradually blurred in her memory, and only the ethereal and graceful flute sound seemed to be engraved in her soul.

"Dong Nan......" Xin Chenchen's eyes were soaked with tears, and he couldn't help but say the name of that person.

"Dong Nan, is it really you?"

Tears burst the embankment, Xin Chenchen couldn't suppress the shock and excitement in his heart.

Isn't the person in front of her the boy Wu Dongnan who has been sealed in the dust for many years and locked in the dust.

The ethereal flute stopped abruptly, and the boy opened his eyes in confusion, and his appearance under his long eyelashes was really hearty and charming.

"Classmate, what's wrong with you?" The boy asked.

Xin Chenchen stood in front of him, tears streaming down her cheeks.

But the man's voice brought him back to reality, and the face in her mind gradually overlapped with the boy's, so similar.

The same eyes, the same eyelashes, the same confident corners of the mouth......

But no matter how similar they looked, she understood that the boy in front of her was not the boy who had been swallowed in the fire to save her.

"Right...... I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person. Xin Chenchen wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes in a panic, and stood in place crampedly.

"Classmate, are you okay?" The boy stepped forward to wipe the tears from the girl's cheeks, but he hesitated and raised his hand in the air, as if he felt something was wrong.

The boy's movements reminded Xin Chenchen of him again.

She used to cry very much, every time she cried, he would tease her and joke with her, but every time he gently raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes like him, and said "crybaby" with a smile.

The man in front of him was almost identical to him.

"I'm fine." Xin Chenchen gradually calmed down his inner mood, he looked at the somewhat shy boy in front of him, if it wasn't for the slight difference in demeanor, she might really be the boy in her heart.

"Classmate, it's so cold at night, don't run around, a girl must know how to protect herself outside." The boy reminded, smiled slightly, put away the recorder and was about to walk out of the woods.

Xin Chenchen was stunned, Dong Nan also said these words to her, and the content of the words was exactly the same.

Was it a coincidence, or was it providence?

She felt her heart beat violently, it was the kind of long-lost heartbeat, it actually came from a boy who looked a little similar to Dong Nan.

She took a step forward and chased after her.

"Wait a minute."

"What's wrong?" The boy turned his head and looked at Xin Chenchen with an innocent expression.

"Is the tune you played just now "Flowing Years Like Water"?" Xin Chenchen looked at the boy expectantly.

Because "Flowing Years Like Water" was a song written by Wu Dongnan for her in high school, this song only belonged to her and him, and he didn't believe that there were other people in the world who knew this song.

"It turns out that this song is called "Flowing Years Like Water"." The boy said, scratching the back of his head.

"You don't know? And why this song? Xin Chenchen said in surprise.

"I got a piece of music by accident, I don't know the name of the song, I just think it sounds good, like someone wrote it for a loved one." The boy said.

Xin Chenchen was stunned in place as if he was being subjected to electricity, and his heartbeat was even more violent.

Feel your heart beating violently.

She didn't know either, but she suddenly felt that the boy in front of her looked like him, and every word he said seemed familiar.

"How do you know, classmate?" The boy looked at Xin Chenchen seriously.

"This piece is indeed an exclusive piece, but the person who wrote it is no longer there." A certain sadness appeared in the depths of Xin Chenchen's eyes.

"That's a shame." The boy bowed his head regretfully and whispered, "That girl must be very happy, but it's a pity that I can't meet the girl who asked me to compose the tune." ”

After hearing this, Xin Chenchen's heart skipped a beat, almost making her almost blurt out: "You can compose an exclusive song for me." ”

But she felt that it was very inappropriate, and a girl was not reserved at all when she said such a thing.

However, she didn't want to miss it anymore, she didn't want to miss Dong Nan anymore.

Perhaps, the boy in front of him is the reincarnation of Dong Nan, or an angel sent down from heaven.

She didn't know why she thought like that, but she knew that if she didn't hold on to the boy in front of her, she would miss out on her life.

"It's cold, classmate, you are wearing too little, so give this to you." The boy took off his black coat and handed it to Xin Chenchen, who was standing still, and said with a warm smile: "Goodbye." ”

"Again...... Good bye. Xin Chenchen muttered.

She could feel a warm current flowing under the coat into his heart, and even the coat had a long-lost but familiar smell.

"Same ...... Classmate, how can I contact you, I'll return my coat to you. Xin Chenchen reacted, but the boy had already walked away.

She tugged at her coat and watched in the direction the boy had left.

……

Witnessing all this, Zhu Mingtong secretly gave a thumbs up.

Tall, tall!!

What a desire to get away with it!!

This move of the thousand-faced white fox not only hit the heart of the flower, but also left an irreplaceable position in the heart of the flower.

Zhu Mingtong found that he underestimated the thousand-faced white fox, he not only played with women, but also delved into the psychology of women, and the school flower like an iceberg also became powerless under the attack of the thousand-year-old white fox.

"It looks like I've met a master this time!!"

The white-faced white fox is obviously a master of psychology, at least he has a powerful mind-reading skill like Zhu Mingtong's lying spirit pupils, and can read a woman's past and the people she cares about the most, and even the secrets that have been buried deep in his heart for many years.

And he is very smart, he has not completely changed into the appearance of the person in the heart of the flower, but has become seven or eight points like, and then uses exclusive tunes and words that can arouse the heart of the flower to touch the heart of the flower.

He knows how to advance and retreat very well, is not greedy for recklessness, and understands the truth of casting a long line to catch big fish.

It is not so easy for a person like Tiehua to re-accept a new relationship with a heart like Tiehua, this kind of person is often like ashes and treats feelings indifferently like water, unless the person who is deeply imprinted in her heart stands in front of her again, her heart will beat again.

The bait has been planted, and then, I'm afraid that I won't be able to sleep all night.

The person who was deeply imprinted in her heart and the person she met today, the face in that vague memory would gradually be replaced by Gu Ling, the thousand-faced white fox king, like a hundred claws, and she couldn't wait to know all the information and personal information of Wang Gu Ling immediately.

But she still has a struggle and reserve in her heart, because she knows that the thousand-faced white fox is not really Wu Dongnan.

If she wants to break through the last line of defense in her heart, Wang Guling must at least have a big killing move.

If nothing else, the next day, Wang Guling would create an unexpected beautiful encounter to defeat the last psychological defense line of the formation Hua Xinchenchen.

Zhu Mingtong is not in a hurry, anyway, the performance points are still increasing, so far, the honest little paper man of the concubine has brought him nearly a thousand immortal points, and this is still the first day.

Zhu Mingtong is staring at the white-faced white fox with a thousand faces, he needs to find a suitable time to tear his face and expose his true face as a scumbag in front of everyone.

At that time, his love ties with all the women were cut off one after another, and the immortal industry point might not have burst like a flood.

……

The dark night is like a good grinding ink without a trace of variegation. Behind the dark clouds, only a faint, eerie light was left in a small corner. The howling cold wind swept through it, and the dense branches and leaves rustled.

On the side of the road, the broken street lamps flickered and flickered, and the last glimmer of light was struggling......

"Poof", suddenly, the path was miserable, the whole alley was shrouded in a mysterious darkness, only the corner of the moonlight was glowing, hazy, reflecting the night, more and more weird......

"Crackling~~"

Deep in the dark alley, a flame swayed in the cold wind.

It was a black iron basin, and a fire was burning in the iron basin, and the rickety old man squatted on the ground, and the faint moonlight reflected a vicissitudes of life, a very pale face, and the old man's face was full of wrinkles, like a silver spider silk in the dark corners of the eaves.

The old man bent over, holding a pile of paper money in his hand, and threw the paper money into the burning iron basin one by one, the flame burned even bigger, and the flying ash flew into the night sky with the flames, and the old man picked up the broken branches on the side and stirred them in the iron basin, so that the flames were no longer vigorous.

At this moment, a man in a suit approached from the mouth of the alley, his body submerged in the shadow of the brick wall, and his face could not be seen.

"People can't be resurrected, and the old people mourn." The man in the suit stopped and stood behind the man and said.

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