They?

Rui, he?

Ouyang Fuqian's heart sank suddenly, and he was a little overwhelmed.

What is their relationship?

"I've chosen." The smile on Liu Ruixuan's face deepened, and he looked at the girl, "There are still people here, don't shout." ”

After speaking, he looked at Ouyang Fu and smiled slightly.

That glance made Ouyang Fuqian's mood complicated again.

"Who?" The girl tilted her head, turned sideways, and looked at Ouyang Fuqian, "Oh, let's go, we don't know her again." ”

Looking at the girl's bright smile, Ouyang Fuqian's heart couldn't help but suffocate again.

She doesn't know that girl either!

She almost didn't recognize Xiao Rui.

It's just a trance, Liu Ruixuan is already so tall, it seems to be a head taller than her.

"Goodbye."

Liu Ruixuan smiled at Ouyang Fu, took the copy of "The Complete Works of Sanmao" and walked towards the front under the pull of the girl.

Looking at the back of them leaving, Ouyang Fuqian's nose suddenly became sour.

"Boss, I bought this book."

Through two or three rows of bookshelves, Liu Ruixuan's gentle voice came over again.

Ouyang Fu shuddered his eyes and looked towards the door of the store through the gap between the bookshelves.

"And this one."

The girl's loud voice also came, raised her head, and looked at Liu Ruixuan.

"Okay," Liu Ruixuan smiled, with a doting expression, "These two books together, we all want them." ”

We?

Ouyang Fuqian's heart twisted again inexplicably.

Is the relationship between Rui and that girl the kind she saw?

Boyfriend and girlfriend?!!

"Okay, a total of ten dollars." The proprietress laughed confidently, "You two, it's a little late today." ”

"Hmm."

Liu Ruixuan responded, glanced at the girl next to him, and handed the money to the proprietress over, "It's just ten yuan." ”

"Okay." The proprietress smiled and handed over the two backpacks from the counter.

"Gone." Liu Ruixuan picked up the book and put it in his backpack, glanced at the proprietress and walked out of the bookstore with the girl.

Ouyang Fu was stunned for a moment, and immediately walked towards the window next to the bookshelf, but saw that the two had already walked towards the platform not far away.

My heart moved, I took two steps forward, and then stopped.

She didn't seem to have the right to follow along, and asked Liu Ruixuan who that girl was.

Looking at the back that was gradually moving away, her heart twisted again inexplicably, and suddenly remembered last year's song "Thinking About", could it be that she would be wrong?

The prime minister is not written to his sister, but the girl next to Liu Ruixuan?

Ouyang Fuqian's hand reached the window pane by the bookshelf.

How so?

The nose that was originally sour instantly became sour again, and his head hurt faintly.

Xiao Rui, no, Liu Ruixuan, how can he be like this?

Maybe it was a second, maybe a long time, and when she came to her senses and looked out the window, there were no more of those two people on the side of the platform not far away.

I took a book in my hand and walked over to the proprietress at the door of the store.

When it came time to pay, he finally couldn't hold back, and asked the proprietress of the bookstore: "Auntie, are those two people just now students of Yunling Middle School?" ”

The proprietress was stunned at first, and then smiled at her: "Yes, you, don't you know them?" ”

Ouyang Fu smiled slightly and shook his head: "I don't know." First time seeing. ”

"Oh!" The proprietress answered, with a suddenly realized expression on her face, "I used to come here often when I saw you, but you didn't know each other?" Who among the students of Yunling Middle School doesn't know Liu Ruixuan? ”

The corners of Ouyang Fuqian's mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't make a sound.

"That's a little celebrity in Yunling Middle School." The proprietress handed the change in her hand to Ouyang Fuqian, "That boy's name is Liu Ruixuan, he has published a lot of articles in magazines, he is very famous in Yunling Middle School, he is now in his third year of high school, his grades are very good, and my son is in the same class, I heard that there are many girls who have a crush on him." ”

Ouyang Fu's eyes trembled.

Yes, she knows, he has published a small poem in "The Boy".

"Girl, you didn't bring a school bag, did you?" The proprietress looked at Ouyang Fuqian uncertainly, and then looked at the counter.

"Brought it." Ouyang Fuqian pointed to the mirror-sized bag with tassels hanging diagonally on his shoulder.

"Oh." The boss smiled, raised his hand to rub it on the wet towel on the side, took the melon seeds on the left plate and ate them, "This bag is very beautiful, you, aren't you Yunling's student?" ”

Without waiting for Ouyang Fuqian to reply, the proprietress said to herself again: "I thought you were also a student of Yunling Middle School, but now it seems that you are not." ”

After speaking, he glanced at Ouyang Fuqian's small bag twice, and looked Ouyang Fuqian up and down again, and a trace of surprise slipped through his eyes.

She was careless!

This girl's bag and clothes, rough looking, very ordinary, inconspicuous! After a closer look, I found that the small bag hanging diagonally was handmade embroidery.

She had seen it before in the central mall in the center of Jingyun City, and although it looked small, it was expensive.

And the clothes, the proprietress blinked, pretending not to care, and threw a peeled melon seed kernel into her mouth.

This dress is not good for people to wear.

Most of the children in Yunling Middle School are children from various towns in Yunling County, and they can't afford to wear such clothes.

Rich man!

Ouyang Fuqian raised his hand and brushed the long bangs on his forehead, and smiled at the proprietress: "I'm not." ”

The proprietress nodded: "I can see it." ”

"Huh." Ouyang Fuqian chuckled, glanced out of the store, and turned back again, "Yunling Middle School is so open now?" Are students allowed to fall in love? ”

"......" The proprietress choked, nodded, and quickly shook her head.

"What is this?" Ouyang Fuqian looked at the proprietress with some puzzlement.

What does this nod and shake mean?

The proprietress who has always looked shrewd also has times when she can't tell? Or is Yunling Middle School such a school spirit?

When she was in Jingyun No. 1 Middle School, she overheard her father say that Yunling Middle School has a very strict school spirit, could it be misinformation?

"How do you say that?" The proprietress smashed her mouth, took a few melon seeds and put them in the palm of her hand, and looked at Ouyang Fuqian, "Yunling's school spirit is very strict, as for early love." ”

The proprietress paused, she heard her son say, except for Liu Ruixuan and the girl who had just left together, it was allowed on a special basis, and the others, once discovered, would all have a major demerit, and the whole school would be criticized.

She listened to it before, and she smacked her tongue, and there are such special cases?

Now, it seems that everyone is used to it.

Who makes people have good grades, look good, and speak sweetly!

If her son had half of Liu Ruixuan's talent, she would be thankful, she hadn't graduated from high school yet, and she had found such a good-looking girlfriend!

Hey, it really makes her envious and jealous, and hates her son for being useless!

Ouyang Fuqian watched the expression on the boss's face change and change, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Hey!" The proprietress peeled another melon seed kernel and threw it into her mouth, "I heard that only that kid in the whole school can fall in love, and no one else can, who makes the family have good grades." ”

After speaking, he sighed with envy and regret, and lowered his head to pick up a melon seed and threw it directly into his mouth.

Ouyang Fu was stunned, smiled goodbye to the proprietress and left the bookstore and Yunling Middle School.

It was many years later that she met Liu Ruixuan for the first time.

It's just that when I say goodbye, it's not like before, and the white young man in my memory is already accompanied by one more person.