In the alley.

The boy stood against the wall, his slender legs resting on the wall.

White lining, a silver ear diamond in the left ear, and shiny black jade hair, facing the rising sun, against the light. The sky blue school uniform jacket is casually draped over the shoulder.

Loose, perverse, uninhibited.

In front of him stood a few yellow-haired thugs with cigarettes in their mouths and baseball bats in their hands, all of them fierce.

The corners of the young man's mouth hooked up a sneer, looking wild and uninhibited, and the arrogant voice of the Qing Column rose in the wind.

"Lao Tzu hasn't eaten yet, let's go together to save time."

The thugs were enraged by the boy's words, rolled up their sleeves and wanted to rush forward.

"The police are coming."

The sound came from the mouth of the alley, clear, neat, and clean.

The thugs were scared away by the sudden intimidation.

There is light at the entrance of the alley, and through the high wall, it flickers and darkens, forming a conspicuous dividing line.

In the shade stood a young girl, in the prime of her life, her skirt fluttering along her long shawl hair.

A pair of elegant eyes are as pure as water, and the pale skin is like a blow in the morning sun.

The corners of her mouth are slightly raised, and her smile is clean, with the charm of a peasant lady. The peach blossoms in March and the cherry blossoms in April are less than 1 in 10 million.

The boy looked over, and his eyes were filled with light.

The strong wind stabbed, the boy narrowed his eyes, and the girl disappeared.

The night was silent and the room was dim.

The closed glass windows were cracked by the wind, and the curtains swayed.

In the room, the man was lying on his side on the bed, awakened by fright.

Beads of sweat wet the broken hair in front of the forehead, and it collapsed softly on the forehead, sticky and greasy.

Su Yan's throat was dry and hoarse, and he was very thirsty.

The bedside lamp was turned on, and the side face was dripping with sweat.

He dreamed of her again.

On the dark blue wall, a sketch portrait of a young girl hangs.

The mottled pigment is a little dull, and the girl's face is still clear and eye-catching.

Su Yan's eyes darkened, he got out of bed and poured a glass of water, standing in front of the portrait, the corners of his mouth curled shallowly.

"Girl, it turns out that you have always been by my side."

He turned Shuixiang Township upside down, but he didn't expect her to come to Xiangcheng.

Su Yan stood under the portrait like this, his expression was dark and deep, revealing a bit of evil charm, until the east was white.

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Scholar flower field.

In the early morning, a ray of sunlight shines through the glass, and a variety of flowers compete to bloom.

In the café on the second floor, white smoke was emitting freshly made coffee, and a few coffee bags and a few bags of branch nutrient solution were thrown in the corner of the table.

The book kite held her cheeks, half-squinted, and her white fingertips pointed at the bent branches and leaves: "Ex-girlfriend's flower, you have to be good." ”

After thinking about it all night, Shu Kite guessed that this pot of broken flowers Yunmo was like a baby, and it must have been given by his ex-girlfriend.

I didn't expect that arrogant ice cube face to be so infatuated.

The book kite poked it twice, and a new leaf fell, and she pursed her lips, feeling in a good mood.

The sound of flats going upstairs rang out.

The book kite tilted his face.

Wen Ya went upstairs with breakfast, and her voice was so soft that she could pinch out the water: "Sister Kite, eat something, it's all your favorite food." ”

The book kite smiled and took it, this girl she liked tightly.

Wen Ya looks like a girl who grew up in Jiangnan, small and gentle, with a pair of bright eyes.

It's not so stunning, it looks the most comfortable.

There was a car accident before, and the memory was lost cleanly, without a father and a mother, but it was also easy.

"Sister Kite, why do you treat this flower as a baby." Wen Ran blinked wide-eyed, his face full of doubt.

There is no kind of flower to ask for in this shop!

The book kite sighed and stretched: "The mouth of the cannibal is short." ”

Wen Ya didn't understand, and she didn't ask much, her eyes smiled like a crescent moon, and the more she looked at it, the more happy it became.

"Sister Kite, you go to the inner room to squint for a while, and I'll watch it for you."