Leng Xianglan's beautiful peach blossom eyes were full of doubts, she watched him stand up suddenly, and then leaned closer to her a little bit, she looked up at him, looked at it and understood, and her snort was full of breath that belonged to him.

The girl was so nervous that she swallowed her saliva with difficulty: "Then don't ......"

Before she finished speaking, he had already kissed her directly, and the rest of the words 'to break the rules' were blocked by him.

His lips pressed against hers, and his tongue swept over hers as if tentative, and then in her slightly open lips, his tongue easily wrapped around hers...... This kiss is green and soft, restrained and long, and the creamy fragrance of milk tea rolls between the lips and teeth.

When the kiss ended, her head still maintained an upward arc, and her beautiful neck was slightly sour because of the strength of his strong hug, and her cheeks were red, looking at his eyes stained with a layer of mist, a little stunned, as if she hadn't come back to her senses, just looking into Han Jian's eyes, he felt a more fatal attraction.

His deep and melodious voice sounded in his ears: "If you look at me like this again, I will think that you are inviting me to continue." ”

Her heart trembled, and she looked away, only to find that the manuscript paper she had grabbed in her hand had been crumpled into a ball.

When she looked up at him again, the corner of the young man's mouth hung a soft smile, and she shamefully covered the crumpled manuscript paper in her hand on his face, and reprimanded him in shame: "Don't laugh." ”

Han Jian laughed sullenly behind the manuscript paper: "Okay, I don't laugh." ”

Leng Xianglan threw off the manuscript paper, pushed him away a little distance with both hands, and finally sat up straight, like a cannon battle that would be caught at any time: "Stinky rascal." ”

The teenager who was scolded for being a stinky hooligan tried to hold back a smile: "I'm sorry, the first time I played a hooligan and I have no experience, you are not satisfied?" His hoarse question came into her ears, and the tip of her heart went numb.

How did he manage to be a serious hooligan?

The girl's face seemed to burn even more at the moment. If it weren't for her sudden movement and feeling the sudden turbulence of the 'eldest aunt' under her, she wouldn't have been able to get out of the ambiguous atmosphere he created. Turning away, she stretched out her hand and slipped over her backpack into her arms, and her shyness immediately turned into shame: "I...... I'm going to...... Go to the bathroom. ”

He was stunned for a moment, and as soon as he stood up straight, she rushed into the bathroom like a startled cat, holding Bao Fei.

Those school days that I felt I had forgotten six years ago, when I think about it carefully, were simple, naïve, and didn't have much new ideas. But Leng Xianglan remembered the first details of him and Han Jian for a long time in front of the digital oil painting.

In those details, there is no romantic plot of his affectionate confession to her and formal pursuit. During the period of time when they were really in love, Leng Xianglan sometimes pouted aggrievedly: I doubt that you really like me, you see that you have never confessed to me seriously, and you have not even given flowers.

And every time Han Jian sealed it with a kiss: "That should be that I haven't done enough to let you have this thought." ”

How sweet the memories are, how cruel the reality is.

The music is still playing randomly on the Bluetooth speaker on the windowsill, and the sunlight outside the window is obliquely shining into the room, which is the light red of the setting sun.

Leng Xianglan pursed her lips and glanced at the digital oil painting that could be finished soon, and decided to finish it first, she went to wash her brushes, and when she returned to the study, the music on her mobile phone happened to switch to a song that was very easy to be moved by the lyrics - "People Like Me".

A person as good as me should have lived a brilliant life.

How come it is that after more than 20 years, it is still floating in the sea of people

……

Why occasionally when I hear an old song, I suddenly shake my head

……

Leng Xianglan, who had just come to his senses from his memories, didn't wait for this song to finish singing, walked quickly to the windowsill and turned off the Bluetooth speaker directly.

Everyone struggles in real life because of their ideals, so just work hard towards the goal, and what should come will always be on the way.

She thought, when the painting is finished, let's go out and change the mood.

So, in the silence of the room, when she patiently sketched and completed the digital oil painting one by one, it was already the beginning of the lantern.