Wen Zhizhong returned home, looked at Wen Jingjing who was squatting next to the broken corpse, and walked over to look at her suspiciously, "Little mirror, what's wrong with you?" ”

Wen Jingjing turned his head to look at him, his tired face, tears flowing down his face, "Wen Zhizhong, you should call me Yueju." ”

Wen Zhizhong also squatted down, seeing that she was about to say something, Wen Jingjing immediately got up and walked to sit down on the sofa, without giving him a chance.

He swallowed everything he wanted to say again, but he just got up and looked at her, not daring to step in.

He heard her say, "I remember." ”

Wen Jingjing remembered that just now, just before he came back, she seemed to see a flower, a pure white and flawless flower.

From the position of the sphenoid bone of the moon, it was opened. She reached out and touched the flower, and the scene came back to her mind.

Wen Zhizhong glanced at the broken corpse, and looked at the withered pure white flower suspiciously, a flower without leaves, withered and excessive.

On the other side, Zijun saw a green mandala raised by water in the faded hall, and looked at it curiously.

Until the voice of the gradual dyeing sounded, "Zijun, don't you think it's strange that the mandala can be raised like this." ”

He smiled as if he had thought of something, "And ah, I haven't been able to touch it since I put it in the water, it's weird." ”

Zijun looked at the person who didn't know everything and replied, "Then do you want to touch it?" And it......... Communicate and communicate. ”

She nodded, "But communication? May I? Zijun smiled indifferently, "Maybe this is a divine flower?" ”

Zijun's aura suppressed the green mandala, picked it up, and said to her, "You come." "Fade dye stretched out his hand," I actually touched it, obviously I had been ...... before! ”

There was a sudden chaos in his mind, the coffee cup fell and shattered, and he squatted down and touched it unconsciously, not wanting to touch these memories.

The broken porcelain of the cup was held in her hand, and the blood dripped down, as if this would comfort her.

When Zijun saw it, he immediately spread out her palm, tore off a mandala petal and placed it in her palm, and they intertwined their fingers.

When the green mandala withered, she spread her palm again, and the petal of the mandala that was held tightly also turned the color of earth.

There was no wound in her palm, only the blood that had just been cut and flowed out, and she was still lying there quietly.

She opened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her, the corners of her mouth twitched speechlessly, "You have always protected me, why?" ”

Listening to the familiar honorifics, Dijun touched her head, "Fortunately, you remembered." If I hadn't come to your current place today, I don't know how you would have become lifeless. ”

Then he took her hand and stroked the beautiful green mandala with his thumb, "Only this is the only way to let me know clearly that you are my fading dye." ”

Gradually knelt down on one knee, his eyes were full of self-blame, and his right hand was placed on his knee, "Dijun, you punish me." ”

This familiar etiquette made Di Jun unaccustomed to it, he picked her up and asked her to stand up straight, "What's the matter, I've never been used to you being so polite." ”

Dijun has always doted on her the most, but she bothered him so much, she really blamed herself. She said, "Because, I made the green mandala myself, and I don't want to lose my memory directly.........

Di Jun sighed and pulled her to the side of the sofa to sit down, "It's okay, the last thing you should do is forget me." You know? ”

Faded for a moment, and nodded, "Got it." Then he hit him violently, "You actually kissed me in front of those girls, and you compensated me for my peaceful days." ”

Di Jun smiled helplessly and patted her little head, "Are you stupid, even if I don't do that, you are already a public enemy of girls." Have you forgotten those love letters? ”

Graduals paused, a little speechless, "But........." He took a sip of coffee, and he couldn't laugh at all of a moment, looking at her with a dangerous smile.

Looking at him suspiciously, he tilted his head, "What's wrong?" The left hand is accustomed to brushing the index finger over the lips and thinking.

Looking at her habitual movements, her eyes changed, "Gradual, have you ever drunk your own coffee?" ”

Gradually smiled optimistically, "No, but the boys who have come to me to copy homework say that it is delicious, and I usually drink Pu'er." ”

Di Jun walked over to the fragment of the cup just now, picked up a piece and smelled it, it was indeed Pu'er tea.

He looked back and smiled, "It seems that there are a lot of people who like you, fading it." Gradually stunned, "Huh?" ”

His eyes gestured to the cup of coffee, and he said, "Is that okay?" After getting the nod from Di Jun, she also took a sip, and then her expression went out of control.

Di Jun smiled triumphantly, gradually dyed and looked at the coffee he had blended, and ran to the kitchen sink to pour it out.

came out to look at the smiling person, and said helplessly, "It seems that in the future, you have to find someone who is trustworthy and very familiar to make coffee or small cakes." ”

Then looked at Di Jun quietly, Di Jun had a bad premonition, pointed to himself suspiciously, and nodded gradually.

Di Jun felt that it didn't matter, and nodded, "Then I won't pay the rent from now on, where is my room?" ”

The pouting mouth is high, "I don't respect the old." Di Jun didn't mind smiling, "I just don't look old." ”

Looking like seventeen or eighteen years old, who would feel old.

The next day, back at school, everyone watched in amazement as the two of them got off the school bus together.

Back in the dormitory, Fade looked at the others who were still ignoring her, put the fruit and spicy hot on the table, and sighed, "You guys, don't you really ignore me like this?" ”

In the past, she had no memory, and sometimes it was unclear whether it was good or bad, but these days, even if she doesn't pay attention to the gradual dyeing.

In the same dormitory, they helped her in the forum where there were different opinions, and scolded those who scolded her one by one.

Dijun showed her and told her, "Maybe they think you don't want to say anything." ”

They don't want to say anything, they don't want to complain, they don't want to share, and in their eyes, they don't want to share even if they have a boyfriend.

Isn't that what they are all about, and they don't take it seriously.

In front of the first rush are two foodies on weekdays, pick them up and eat, "Dye you so good!" ”

The calmer ones also came to sit down at the table, looked at the fading and looked at each other, and the fading also sat down and looked at the four of them, "I'm sorry, I originally thought that if you didn't say anything, you wouldn't think about so many things and worry so much." ”

They sighed, and one of the girls touched the top of her hair, "But the more you don't want to say it, the more we're worried about you." ”

Fade nodded, "I see." Suddenly she remembered something again, and looked at the person who touched the top of her hair, "By the way, I could still see the forum that scolded me yesterday, but it was hacked today, isn't it you, Zijin?" ”

The girl nodded smugly, "Who else but me?" Besides, do you know who the person who posted it? ”

"Who?"

Another foodie who was eating happily stopped to look at her, "It's the person who knocked over the dye in the cabinet and released the bugs to scare you before, I can't imagine it." ”

The girl named Zijin nodded, "Because of love and hate, I remember that every time I help you clean up your love letters, there will be a copy of him." ”

Fade nodded, picked up a cherry, and put it in her mouth.

【In the Institute】

Looking at Li Xier, who was Zijin on the other side, he smiled, "Zijin, you did a good job." ”

Zijin also jumped out of the water and jumped back happily, as if to say thank you for the compliment.

Splash the fragrance of tea, and the seal originates from it.

Li Xihe picked up the teacup, took a sip, and smiled with satisfaction, "Sure enough, the color of black tea is the best." ”

The index finger lightly wrapped around the plain white earrings, and he couldn't help but laugh, Di Jun seems to be, the love road is long.

The frost floats, and the love thread enters the tea, but there is no light to reflect.