She didn't know how she got caught up in him.

I just couldn't help but walk side by side with him into this old high school campus.

Probably because of the holiday, the playground in São Paulo is empty, and there is no longer the lively scene of the past.

After so many years, Shen Xia revisited his hometown for the first time, and he didn't expect to revisit his hometown.

A little sarcastic, she smiled coldly.

"That's still there!" She pointed to the school building next to her and smiled slightly, "I thought the principal would tear down that building." ”

"No, it won't." Han Mufeng said, "This building is the best place for a date. ”

How could she forget.

This school building is too old, but because of historical reasons, the principal has been reluctant to demolish it, so the place where classes are not held has become the best place for a date, and, uh, the best place to kiss.

"Need water?" Han Mufeng looked up at the sky, his calm expression was more gentle against the background of the moonlight, "Or buy another umbrella." ”

She tilted her head slightly, and saw that the ends of his dark hair happened to fall with snowflakes, and naturally raised her hand, wanting to-

"Yes, thank you." She stiffened and withdrew it, shoving it into her pocket again as if nothing had happened.

When Han Mufeng reappeared, she was too lazy to squat on the starting line.

He stared at her back for a long time, until she turned to look up at him, a flash of confusion flashing in her eyes, "What's wrong with you?" ”

He walked up to her, his expression the same as ever, "I feel like six years," he seemed to sigh, "six years is a long time." ”

Oh, yes! A long time ago.

It's been a long time, but when the lovers meet again, they are called "Miss Shen".

Han ...... Mr? She fled from her own soul, avoiding his gaze and reaching out to him.

However, this title is really funny and I want to laugh.

Han Mufeng's expression fluctuated a little, he seemed to be disturbed by these three words in Shen Xia's mouth, he lowered his eyes and handed her the water in his hand.

Snow drifting in the sky gradually covered the dark green of the playground.

He leaned over and sat beside her. Having a black umbrella at hand.

Shen Xia had some difficulty to open the cap of the mineral water bottle, and just as she was about to take a sip, Han Mufeng's slender hand held her wrist.

She didn't react, because she was so afraid of the sudden proximity that the bottle she didn't grasp fell to the ground.

She looked at him in surprise, "What are you doing?" She pulled a tissue from her pocket and wiped the corner of her skirt.

He didn't speak, just silence.

The hand holding the tissue trembled slightly.

Could it be that he remembers that I have a stomach problem?

Scold! I hate this kind of speculation.

Shen Xia bit the corner of his lip, looked away, and looked at the other side.

Finish line.

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“er!” Her classmates were all shouting for her, but she still "lived up to expectations" and ran to the bottom of the list.

was full of confidence, but who knew that she had a stomach problem, and she almost fainted in pain.

In the men's 5,000-meter run, Han Mufeng almost won the championship, but when he was about to reach the end, he was actually delirious and ran back in the opposite direction.

He ran to her panting, his face was a little darkened by the sun but very pale, and the corners of his tight lips seemed to be speechless because of nervousness, just reached out and touched her cheek, and half-squatted down, facing her with his sweat-soaked back, "Come up quickly, I'll carry you to the infirmary." ”

She was speechless in pain, lying on his shoulder, seemingly unconscious.

Until, she was woken up by his roar.

"You were sick to participate in the competition, why didn't you take the exam so seriously!"

He's kind of cute when he's angry.

She sat up from the bed, he slowly held her arm, the light of the lamp shone on his face, his expression had an inexplicable melancholy, but that was only the surface, he seemed to be desperately suppressing some emotion, she looked carefully, only to find that it was a kind of imperceptible distress and guilt.

She was touched and distressed.

But I don't know why, but she became nonsensical, "I was serious once and was criticized." ”

"You're the first to the last honor?" He rarely taunted her, except this time.

She snorted coldly, unrelenting, "What about you?" ”

"What's wrong with me?"

"Don't forget that you're also number one." She distinctly remembers him giving up the game for her.