Gu Qinghuan watched him leave.

She looked around the bar and everywhere. What kind of stories do people have about people who are happy or depressed or indifferent, how many choices have they made, and have they ever regretted it?

That night, Lu Jingxing waited downstairs for a long time under Gu Qinghuan.

He recalled the scene of his reunion with Gu Qinghuan six years ago.

At the same time, Gu Qinghuan in the taxi was also reminiscing about the past.

When she was eighteen years old, Jing Xing was twelve years old.

As a summer internship assistant at the Times Freshman Training Institute, she is responsible for following the choreo trainers.

Jing Xing, on the other hand, is one of the latest batch of trainees, he is late, not tall, his skin is a little dark, he is not prominent in the crowd, but there is a clear power in his eyes.

The first time she saw him in the practice room, her eyes lit up, but she never greeted him because of Jing Shuo's death.

One day, when she was walking late from overtime, she saw him alone in front of the mirror repeating an action, sweat sliding down his forehead to the floor.

She took a bottle of water and a towel, walked to him and sat down, and patted him on the shoulder: "Rest, drink saliva." ”

He took it naturally, and as he had done many times before, sat side by side with her, looked out the window at the fireworks, and asked her:

"You say, will I be as bright as this firework in the future?"

She smiled and shook her head: "No." ”

His faint lost eyes shot over, and Gu Qinghuan immediately put away the joke and knocked on his head:

"Haven't you heard that fireworks are fleeting? You will definitely become a star in the sky, or the brightest and brightest star. "I don't want you to fade.

The young Lu Jingxing smiled very well, showing snow-white teeth, his eyes were clean, and his two little tiger teeth with a small round face were very cute.

"In the future, there will be less sun, and one white will cover all ugliness. No matter how dark it is, it will become a giant potato walking. ”

He pushed back: "Gu Qinghuan, your mouth is still so poisonous." ”

"You're still so rude, called-'sister'."

"That's not okay, I can't afford to call you old and get married."

They used to be neighbors, the kind that hated each other, time passed, creation made people, and when they met again, they all felt that the other party was not so annoying, and even had an illusion of sympathy for each other because of Jing Shuo's death.

At that time, Gu Qinghuan was confident that with her understanding of this stinky child, the sky could fall apart, and his awkward personality could not change in the slightest.

Amazingly, it's almost one. In the night, he grew into a little adult, pretending to be mature to the point where everyone labeled him as mature.

Gu Qinghuan blamed his age-inappropriate precociousness on himself and putting too much pressure on him. So it's always emphasized that he's a kid.

Lu Jingxing looked at the end of the road, there was still no figure, he looked up at the sky, and also remembered the starry sky many years ago.

The sky that night may not be special to Gu Qinghuan, but for Lu Jingxing, it is something that countless night skies in his later life cannot be replaced.

That night, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the first thing he did when he got home was to lie in his grandmother's arms to show off: "Qinghuan talked to me today, I almost thought she was stupid enough to forget me for two years, haha, it's so good!" ”

Of course, these are all things that Gu Qinghuan doesn't know.

He calculated that there were 226 days left until his eighteenth birthday.

He planned to use these days to get closer to Gu Qinghuan's heart step by step, erasing all the barriers and obstacles between them.