"Yes, what a lovely little girl, how could you not hear it. ”

"Can't that little girl hear the sound? Oh my God, how can this be. ”

"Hebal, that big stupid guy also has times of tenderness. ”

"Who's to say it's not, I'm going to cry when I see it. ”

"Look at those two people, why, how are they so cute. Another whimper.

"I said, don't cry. ”

"Don't worry about it!" said a woman and her husband.

"Before, you said that little girl was arrogant to death. ”

"I didn't say that!"

"Okay, well, you didn't say that. ”

Beitang Muren announced the victory of Ho Bata in the third round, and the same audience, the same mountains and tsunamis, and the same gossip became warm and gentle at this time.

"Congratulations. "Sanskrit sounds from the heart.

Hebal and Fanyin shook hands, and he didn't say thank you, just looked at her with a smile.

Hebal's men rushed up to cheer him on, but before he could give him permission, they were already thrown into the air. Fanyin chuckled at them, turned around and left quietly.

When she came to Yaya and them, she saw that all her friends were coming, and for a while complicated feelings came up, she didn't cry, she just talked happily with her friends. In fact, she was very tired, but seeing that her friends were so interested, she didn't want to destroy it. After a moment of talking, she sat down and sat down on the soft grass.

Her friends babbled, and once again her sourness came up so intensely that she could barely control it, and she turned her back and pretended to rummage through her bag for something. There was one less person in this happy time, his eyebrows and eyes were carved into his heart like knives, and his strong appearance was actually very similar to Hebal, but he was not as tall as Hebal.

He was always by his side, closer than any friend, even more than Yaya. He was more noisy than anyone here, and if he knew that someone had defeated Sanskrit, he would rush out and promise to get rid of them in three or two clicks. In his eyes, no one can defeat Fanyin, in his opinion, it is Fanyin being bullied, and that is not good.

Thunderfall. He had just sat on Hebalna's shoulder, and he almost collapsed Sanskrit. If her parents are the pain she doesn't dare to face, then Lei Luo is the reality she doesn't dare to face, she watched him get hurt, watched him leave, and saw him disappear.

She was afraid to see her past friends, she was afraid to greet them, and sometimes she was even afraid to see Yaya. Each of them reminded her of Thunderfall, who she had never known what Thunderfall meant to her, because he was there. Thunder fell by her side every day, but when she understood, it was already an indelible scar left by the pain of cutting bones.

He was all her youth, all her youth, all her friendship. She was heartbroken, and she owed him no less than half of her parents' debt and blame herself. If the death of his parents makes Sanskrit full of powerlessness, then it is endless guilt for Lei Luo. She stubbornly thinks like a fool that she can save Thunderfall, she can. They are equally capable, so they naturally have to advance and retreat together.

"My dear friend, I will never forget you for the rest of my life, as long as I live. I'll apologize to you when I'm dead. Fanyin watched the lively companions silently chanting, this was how she missed him.

Ya Qingshan and Ya Ya anxiously helped Fanyin prepare food, medicinal herbs, and supplies. Sanskrit sat there. Tiankuo walked over and said to Yaya,

"This is what my brother asked me to bring to Sanskrit. Tiankuo was holding a small bottle in his hand, which seemed to contain something like some batter.

"Okay, thanks. Yaya whispered.

"This is to supplement physical energy, and Sanskrit will be much more comfortable to drink. Tiankuo explained, he saw Yaya's cautious appearance, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Huh?" Yaya was puzzled.

"I ask what happened to you and Sanskrit?"

Yaya didn't look away, she didn't want to speak, but after a while, she turned her head and muttered, "Xiaoyin probably remembered him." ”

"Who?"

"Her best friend is better than me. Yaya choked up a little, she was also thinking about Lei Luo, but it was not as good as Sanskrit.

"Who is he?" asked Tiankuo in a low voice.

"Lei Luo, who grew up with Xiaoyin since childhood, is two years older than Xiaoyin. He and Xiaoyin are the best spiritual children in the village. Yaya paused, "Didn't get out with us." ”

"Is she a girl too?"

"Boy. ”

Tiankuo accompanied Yaya to pack up her things and didn't ask any more.

"Well, hello, little girl?" a middle-aged man walked over to Fanyin, who was watching the game these days, and he said this to Fanyin. Fanyin was stunned for a moment and didn't see him. Fanyin's friend came to touch Fanyin, and she found that someone called him.

"Hello, what's the matter?" said Sangin politely, holding her knees with both hands, she wanted to stand up, but she was too tired.

"Don't don't, don't move, just sit and rest. The man was a little flustered.

"Do you have anything to do with me?"

"I," the man continued, after a moment's hesitation, "I came to apologize to you. ”

Fanyin was at a loss: "What?"

"When I watched you play before, I took the lead in shouting that you are a foreigner, let Hebal defeat you, I'm sorry. The man said awkwardly, but he clearly mustered up his courage, and was accompanied by a few friends who were watching the game with him, and they all nodded apologetically at Fanyin.

"It's nothing, I'm a foreigner, you're right. Hebal is much stronger than me, and he deserves to win. Sanskrit said frankly, with a serenity in his eyes. Several people were even more embarrassed when they heard this, and they said sorry again and again.

Fanyin repeatedly said that it didn't matter, and they left, and when they left, they gave Fanyin a lot of gifts, including many plush toys, rabbits, dogs, and bears. Fanyin looked at them, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but hook slightly.

After a short time, they went down the mountain. He Ba asked his subordinates to invite Fanyin to the Ministry of Military Affairs to have dinner together, Fanyin politely refused, and his subordinates repeatedly emphasized that the captain was unable to come over to invite her because he was surrounded by everyone, and he always insisted on coming by himself. Fanyin thanked him and left.

When I returned home, Sanskrit couldn't sleep again, and the whole person seemed to be embedded in the bed. She had many dreams, dreamed of many people, said a lot of things, cried and talked, and finally finished crying. She finally dared to dream of them, she finally dared to meet them, she was finally able to meet them.

Two days later, she woke up, opened her eyes leisurely, looked at the ceiling, her eyes blinked, she hadn't paid attention to what this room looked like before, she didn't even know that the ceiling was pale yellow, she didn't dare to look at it.

Fanyin lay there, feeling a little lighter, and got out of bed and walked out of the room. After a hurried meal, Yaya wanted to follow, but Fanyin said that she would come back soon and go to the Ministry of Military Affairs, so Yaya didn't say more.

Before sunset, Sanskrit came to the foot of the mountain of the Ministry of Military Affairs.