In the future, when you go out, you really have to look at the yellow calendar, and this meeting is no longer something that can be explained clearly in a few words...... The light of socialist love on Su Pei's face can simply pervade all sentient beings, for fear that others will not be able to see the words "adultery" written on her face.

Although Gu Mansheng was still sensible, his emotions were also extremely excited, and he looked at Jian Han encouragingly, with a look of encouragement, "Female goose, you are out!" A state of relief.

Jian Han couldn't help his forehead, but he felt that his brain hurt badly.

When I was a child, I listened to the wise man's cloud, my girlfriend met unexpectedly, nine times out of ten, the interlocutor cut off his head, and the person who did not run lost his life.

blame her for not thinking about it, only now do I know that the wise man is really a wise man, every word is true, and every sentence is classic.

"Friends?" Chi Guiyan withdrew his hand and glanced at the girl opposite, the smile on his face slightly retracted.

Jian Han nodded and was about to admit it, but the other side suddenly moved and waved his hand very loudly.

"No, no, no, it's not a friend, it's just a meeting in Pingshui, just a meeting in Pingshui! Two continue! ”

When the words landed, Tianling Gai seemed to be struck by a huge thunderbolt that flew in, and Jian Han looked at his little sister who looked like a mentally retarded with a dull gaze, not to mention that there was nothing to continue, even if there was, please make a sample for the second elder first, and continue to take a look at the ......

When she was so shocked that she didn't know how to react, a warm and low voice suddenly floated above her head, obviously playful and frivolous, but she heard a little unquestionable seriousness.

"Then Jian Han, please continue to leave the phone to me."

At that moment, his heart seemed to be held by a huge hand and forced to stop, Jian Han raised his head with some hesitation, only to see that under the two long black eyebrows, the corners of his eyes rose slightly, looking expectant and focused.

The effervescent tablet named "Like" was finally torn open by his own hands and thrown into her heart, gurgling with a lot of pink bubbles.

“189****2713。” Jian Han calmly and expressionlessly reported a string of numbers, and took advantage of no one's attention, turned sideways and quickly crossed the path between him and the wall, and pedaled up to the sixth floor.

She had to run, she couldn't stay for a second, and she didn't have the extra energy to think about whether he could remember her call, otherwise she would be red-faced and overwhelmed.

When people are excited, they should do more math problems, math makes people calm!

Jian Han rushed to his seat like stepping on hot wheels, purposefully found a purple cover with an old five-three, turned to the page related to the composite function with great accuracy, and mechanically made a few multiple-choice questions.

Xu was in too much of a hurry, and the formula card in the book fell out, and she bent down to pick it up, but was attracted by the red handwriting on the card.

r=a(1-sinθ), a very simple polar coordinate formula, has been circled with a red pen, and a sentence has been marked in the blank space next to it.

"It is said that this is the only content of the last love letter Descartes sent before his death, and it contains an unforgettable secret."

Jian Han wiped off the dust that the card had fallen to the ground, his chaotic heartbeat was gradually smoothed out, and a small memory from four months ago suddenly roared in front of him.

This book was actually given to her by her cousin who had just entered her freshman year, and her cousin didn't do much, so it was too wasteful to throw it away from the scrap yard, so she simply packed it with other brand-new teaching aids and gave it to her little cousin who was the first in the city for the high school entrance examination.

Jian Han still remembered what her cousin said to herself when she leaned on the desk.

"Xiaohan, my high school years are over, and there is no youth that can make me so unforgettable. You're still young, but don't rush to grow up, hug the person you love one more time, and you won't regret it when you remember it later. ”

Jian Han didn't understand, or didn't want to understand.

Taking the Tsinghua test and long live youth are usually opposites, and I can't say which one is good and which is not, but it's like a fish and a bear's paw can't have the same truth.

Variables are fascinating and dangerous, and in a foggy future, who would stop forever for the sake of another.

In the third year of high school, my cousin wrote "Jian Xi will be with Song Yi" on every page of the thick book of answers, and even placed it in the most conspicuous position on the desk.

But in the end, one of them went to Zhejiang University, and the other went to the National People's Congress, and they never saw each other again.

The class sounded on time, and Chi Guiyan walked into the classroom calmly, he was like a person who came out of a comic, bright and warm, and glorious. Jian Han smiled shallowly, the small pear vortex on his lips seemed to be able to hold two strawberry candies, but his eyes finally fell on the empty seat beside him.

Ruan Zhizhou seems to be late again.