"That's right." The boy smiled slightly, "Now I'm the one who provoked you first." ”

In front of the sparkling fountain, his low eyebrows and smile were like wisps of fine sand, as beautiful as a dream.

"If you know, it's good." The unrelenting response, but the volume was much smaller.

"So what?"

With a slight force, he pulled her closer and stared at her intently, "What's your answer?" ”

deliberately lowered his voice with a seductive tone, and his eyes met in an instant, and Bu Yanxi could barely stand.

She was not a pretentious person, and she already had a definite answer in her heart, but she didn't know why, but she couldn't say a word at the moment.

"Okay, I'll ask you another way." After a moment of waiting, the boy spoke again, "You used to say that you like people with good eyes......"

She couldn't help but choke slightly, "How do you know?" ”

"I hear you." He paused and asked seriously, "So, do you think my eyes are good-looking?" ”

Perhaps it was affected by the light, and the beautiful eyes that were close at hand seemed to be covered with a thin curtain, half drifting, half uncertain.

What kind of person is he, contemptuous of Ling Ran, a peerless existence in the years, but now he carefully puts away the pride that is bound to be won.

"Beautiful." Saying this softly, she suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

The boy also quietly breathed a sigh of relief, plausible, "You too." ”

"Huh?"

"Your eyes are beautiful."

The evening breeze was gentle, and he slowly raised his hand and pulled the broken hair that slipped between her eyebrows behind her ears.

"Really, I'm hooked."

Later, when he remembered that he said this, there was only that gentle whispering voice, as if dripping water through ice, little by little, soaked her time.

On the way out of school, neither of them spoke, and the camphor along the road was accompanied by orange street lamps, and the occasional entangled moth lingered.

I forgot where I saw the phrase - the moth knew the end before it rushed to the light.

Bu Yanxi has a metaphysical cognition of "like", that is, only one person who says these two words in person can really like it, and other than that, it is all meaningless ambiguity.

There were cars passing by the roadside, and the flickering lights pressed over their shadows, overlapping, stretching, and parting.

Dream-like light and shadow.

The distance between them was actually not far, but her heart was suddenly a little lost.

A slightly strong night wind blew on her face, as if a flying insect had entered her eyes, she rubbed it with her hand uncomfortably, but when she put it down, she was held by the person next to her.

A very peculiar heat source entered the palm of the hand, and then turned into a ten-finger intertwined firmness.

Turning his head sideways, the boy's expression couldn't be more natural, as if he was doing something that was taken for granted.

The sense of loss in my heart disappeared strangely.

There was an Aston Martin parked across the road, and a middle-aged man waited beside him in a regular manner, bowing his head when he saw them.

Only then did he let go of her, "Just send it here, you can go back." ”

"Oh......"

"I'll send you a message when I get home."

"Hmmm......"

"I'll come back to you tomorrow."

"Good ......"

The obedient and docile three sentences responded, and the street lamp reflected on her face, like the first ray of morning light in the breeze, rippling with veins.

His heart moved, and a kiss fell silently on her forehead.

"Then I'm leaving."

The eyebrows that had been kissed were slightly itchy, and Bu Yanxi subconsciously reached out to touch it, and in a flash, he had turned his back.

All this ...... It seems to be too easy, so easy that it seems to be a dream that will wake up, after waking up, he is still the grand young master, and she is still alone.

She remembered some dreams that she didn't want to indulge in at an inopportune time, and he pressed her against the wall like in an idol drama, and told her wildly and coolly, "Do you know that I like you when I quarrel with you." ”

But those, ridiculous, ethereal.

I suddenly wanted to call him and ask for this crucial answer, but I finally held back.

However, just as she hung her head in frustration and was about to walk back, Ming Yuyan, who had walked a few steps, suddenly stopped and turned around to stop her.

She looked at him blankly.

“Je taime bien.”

Under the street lamp, the light and shadow of the tree shook the boy's handsome face, and he slowly retreated, like an elongated slow motion, and the deep and beautiful French flowed in the quiet air.

The corners of his lips turned up slightly, and there was a tacit charming smile in his eyes.

At that second, Bu Yanxi suddenly heard the voice of his heart sinking-

It's like liberation, or annihilation.

But she knew.

She may never forget him for the rest of her life.