Qiao Muqi walked into the school happily and looked up at the sky, the sun was shining, and the sky was cloudless.

Qiao Muqi's fingers caressed her kissed cheek, and the affection in her eyes deepened a little.

In the next two days of the exam, Qiao Muqi walked into the examination room with a happy mood, and his heart was very calm.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the bell of the last exam "bell ~ bell" rang on time, Qiao Muqi walked out of the examination room and looked up at the sky again, the weather of the past two days was as bright as his mood, Qiao Muqi stood upstairs and looked at the school quietly, and the six years of middle school life ended here.

Good bye. Ningxin Middle School.

Qiao Muqi ran downstairs briskly, his eyes were full of reluctance, and the tears in his eyes were still rolling in his eyes.

Where I haven't been, you'll go again, I'm gone, you're still there, Ningxin Middle School, we'll meet again.

Rong Wanqi and Rong's father and mother waved their hands at Qiao Muqi outside the fence, Qiao Muqi looked in the direction of Rong Wanqi affectionately, speechless for a while.

"Senior, you're on vacation!" Rong Wanqi danced excitedly.

"Well, it's a holiday!" Qiao Muqi's tone was filled with loss and reluctance.

Rong Wanqi listened to his words with obvious loss and reluctance, walked towards his side, took his hand, passed his fingers through his palm, felt the temperature of his palm, Qiao Muqi held her hand tightly, and the two of them wrapped their fingers.

Qiao Muqi looked at Rong Wanqi, who was very active at the moment, and a smug smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

Rong Wanqi's face was hot and red at this time, and she naturally leaned towards Qiao Muqi's arm, and the little girl was undoubtedly shy for a while.

Qiao Muqi took advantage of the situation to hug Rong Wanqi's smaller body, gently brought it into his arms, and stared at Rong Wanqi with a smile on his face.

The examination room is proud, and the love field is even more proud.

Rong's father and mother looked at the sweetness of the two and smiled at each other.

Father Rong still couldn't help sighing, the college entrance examination is over, and the separation is coming.

No kind of relationship can be worth separating the two places. Qiao Muqi and Wan Qi are quite different in age and mental maturity.

The difference of four years is not like water.

Qiao Muqi can finally hug this cute and silly little girl openly.

You in your youth, the distance of four years old, gently embraced me, and love began to take shape, describing the longing of love.

In the evening, after dinner, the two sat on the sofa leaning on each other, and the two smiled sweetly.

"Senior, I like you", Rong Wanqi raised her head and looked at Qiao Muqi affectionately.

"I like you very much, Late Seven". Qiao Muqi also looked at her affectionately.

"Shall we talk? Seven in the evening". Qiao Muqi asked.

"Hmm." She responded lightly.

I fell in love with you at first sight, I believe in fate, and I am willing to sink. Love you, too young, kiss you, not old enough.

We can like our likes at the age we like.

We will have a farewell, don't live up to the encounter. I'll wait for you when I meet again.

Your youth is the most beautiful scenery I have missed in this life, and my sorrow comes because of you.

Youth, not re-enacted, unique you and me.

Rong Wanqi looked at Qiao Muqi in a daze, and the affection in his eyes could almost be drowned.

The two stood embracing each other, the night was hazy, and the lights and shadows were building.