She was silent, her face heavy and worried. It took a while to react slowly, "Understood, understood!" ”

"Do you have something on your mind?" He saw through her mind and left no room for it.

"It's fine!" looked away, but there was a stubborn affirmation between his eyebrows, "It's really okay!" Go ahead! ”

She knew how dry and weak this sentence was, but she refused to admit it.

His eyebrows frowned slightly, and Gu Yun had no choice but to stop talking. She didn't want to say, he didn't want to ask more.

But the atmosphere of silence has unconsciously distanced the two.

Obviously they are close to each other, but they feel that they are far away that is difficult to touch.

"I have something to do in the evening, you go home by yourself." Gu Yun dropped a sentence, quite angry, leaving only a tall and cold back.

All the noise in my ears seemed to be distorted, and only this sentence was really heard in my ears.

The old-fashioned fan blades above his head whirred and whirred, unable to wash away the heat wave that filled the air.

His head became dazed, and even the last remaining consciousness was absconding.

Qingcheng remembered that when she fled in the wilderness, the gossip that was drifting away drifted into her ears.

——— "Oh my God, just now I saw Gu Yun hugging Xia Duyan, it turns out that the relationship between them is really not simple. ”

——— "I heard that Gu Yun has always liked Xia Duyan......"

He had always liked her.

From inadvertently seeing the photo of Gu Yun sandwiched in the textbook falling, to him asking her out, to witnessing the scene of the two hugging each other.

The facts are undeniably in front of us, and Qingcheng has to believe it.

Memories are surging, and mood swings come and go, which makes Qingcheng unable to lift a trace of spirit.

…

Gu Yun was inexplicably angry, just because of her stubborn tone, which sounded inexplicably yin and yang.

It was as if he had done something to provoke her.

It's obvious that she is hiding things in her heart, but she always holds it in her heart.

I don't want to say more when I ask her, that temperament has remained the same since childhood.

He leaned back in his chair and rested, his eyes closed, but he didn't listen to his eyelids and wanted to open them.

From time to time, the afterglow glanced to the lower left, and the ghost couldn't restrain it.

"Louie, where have you learned?" Gu Yun took the textbook and sat on the chair in a different position.

"The sophomore year of high school is almost over." Louis looked up and exhaled, in a state of death.

For a while, I fought day and night, reading at night, and even dreamed that I was reading for three or two hours of sleep.

Fortunately, the hard work paid off, and I finally made up for the homework that I had missed in three years.

"It's fun!!" The only thing Louis could think of was this sentence.

"We should also pay attention to the curriculum in the third year of high school." Time is running out.

Louie's wanton laughter drew Gu Yun's rhythmic knocking on the table.

Qingcheng fled to the prestige, only to see his slightly holding phalanges touching the table.

The fingers are slender and beautiful, the phalanges are distinct, and there is a thin callus at the intersection of the index finger and the thumb holding the pen.

That's the mark left by years of writing.

She was fascinated, but she was aware that eyes were on her.

The two briefly met their gazes, and then left in unison.

Each has his own mind and is busy with his own business.

No one took the initiative to take care of anyone, pretending that they were busy doing things.

"You guys quarreled?" At the end of school, Louie noticed that something was wrong with Qingcheng, so he casually asked.

Who expected that it really hit her heart.