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It's another welcome party.

The surrounding lights are bright, colorful laser lights are on the stage, and after the host's impassioned speech, a solo dance performance is next.

As the sound of silk and bamboo sounded, the girl appeared in a gorgeous dress of light blue, the skirt was inlaid with broken diamonds, and it was like a shining star in the light.

There was a brief commotion among the people below.

Some of the new juniors began to whisper, "Who is this?" ”

"It seems to be a senior sister."

Mu Jiujiu danced to the music on the stage, every posture was in place, the posture was elegant and graceful, and many people in the audience had a stunning look in their eyes.

It was probably after a period of experience in that world that her state of mind also changed.

When you encounter what you want, you will strive for it, and when you encounter something you like, you will do it, no longer expect others to see you, and you will work hard and grow strongly.

At this time, she had fair skin like jade, with a confident look on her face, and now, she is more able to show herself.

After coming to the real world, everyone said that she had changed a lot on the first day of school.

At this time, she didn't realize that she had grown into such a beautiful appearance.

At the end of the song, the audience erupted in deafening applause.

She quickly returned to her seat, only to find herself behind an acquaintance.

Jiang Chenghui.

He looked at her calmly for a while, and said as if unintentionally, "The dance is very beautiful." ”

Mu Jiujiu was stunned when he heard this, and then turned his head and smiled generously at him: "Thank you." ”

A lot of things have passed, and she doesn't have to continue to care about the rights and wrongs of the beginning.

“…… Actually, a long time ago, the person you bumped into eating with me was my sister. He seemed silent for a moment before speaking calmly.

"Huh?"

She was almost stunned for a moment before she understood what he was talking about, and then smiled kindly: "It's okay, it's okay to break up peacefully, it's not important anymore." ”

Jiang Chenghui seemed to want to say something, but Mu Jiujiu looked at the time on the phone screen and went straight past him: "I'm sorry, I still have something to do, so I'll slip away first~"

"You-"

The call behind him is hidden in the surrounding noise.

Mu Jiujiu put on an overcoat outside, covering the gorgeous dress, and went straight to the street in front of him in the cold wind.

She took out her mobile phone, scanned a bicycle, knotted her skirt without care, and put it forward in the wind.

The refreshing wind blew in her face, her eyes were very bright, as if she had crushed the glow in the middle, and the ink hair was blowing back, this free and easy gesture fell on the hearts of many people, and there were passers-by around who gave them amazing glances.

Walk through the streets and alleys to the bustling street market.

Mu Jiujiu jumped off the bike and locked it.

It should have been around here, she looked around and locked onto him.

The people around him were noisy and crowded, and he was the different color, standing at the corner of the street at this time, looking at her fixedly with a pair of inky eyes.

Under the tree, Wen Yuan stretched out his arms and greeted her-

A warm feeling rose in my heart.

She ran over like a gust of wind, threw herself into his arms, felt the familiar breath lingering on the tip of her nose, and did not hold back, and quickly touched his lips.

He was stunned for a moment, then chuckled lowly.

"Why are you dressed like this?"

"There was a party prepared in the school, and I escaped to find you."

They walked the streets hand in hand.

"Do you remember that clear crystal you gave me before?" He said suddenly.

"Of course." Mu Jiujiu raised her eyebrows, she still remembered that the other party had been asking about the meaning of the inscription on it.

"I know now."

He lifted her hand and placed a delicate ring on her middle finger.

It was engraved in English -

You are my light.

……

Special Events Management Department.

On the large desk, a middle-aged man tapped his fingers on the table without knowing what he was thinking.

In front of him was a quaint teacup, from which a mist of tea was rising.

In the dim light, his expression was a little unreal.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in." He said.

The young man who walked in was dressed in casual clothes, looking lazy and leisurely, with a pair of peach blossom eyes slightly upturned, but the expression under his eyes was a little light.

s007。

"What's the matter?" The middle-aged man seemed to be familiar with him, and his tone was a little softer.

"I just wanted to ask a question." S007 sat down on the couch next to him with great skill and looked around.

"You say."

"I'd like to ask, have I ever had my memory erased during my past missions?" He got straight to the point, his eyes flashing sharply.

The middle-aged man paused, then leaned forward and looked at him: "No." ”

"Yes, are you sure?"

"Are you doubting me?" The middle-aged man said word by word.

"How dare I, you're my immediate boss." S007 sneered.

The middle-aged man sighed: "Don't worry, I won't harm you, I am your father." ”

"So you remember, I forgot about it anyway...... From the day my mother died. ”

S007 said lightly and stood up straight: "Anyway, I didn't think to know the truth from you, but one day I will always know." ”

The middle-aged man watched his back gradually disappear, until the sound of "bang" slamming the door sounded in his ears, and then he sighed softly.

He pulled open the drawer, took out a sealed letter with various pieces of paper, and flipped to the last page.

It was a picture with a crescent moon behind it and a bonfire in the distance.

The young man was crouching on a huge rock, and he looked up at the man in front of him with a smile rather than a smile.

Exactly s007.

In front of him was a neatly dressed woman, just a silhouette that outlined her graceful figure, her legs slender and fair, and every line was moving.

It's just a look of staring at each other.

But it makes people feel a trace of the rest of the feelings.

The middle-aged man stared at the picture for a long time, and finally sighed softly, and a flash of fire suddenly rose from his fingertips, setting the picture on fire.

"It's a pity."

He watched faintly as it turned to ashes, then lit a cigarette.

(ENDS)

Lewen