The lake is as clear as a mirror, and people can clearly reflect it when they stand on the side.

There are hardly any people here, after all, this is the time of busy work and school.

Yu Huanxi and Ding Yicheng walked on the arch bridge one after the other, and when they reached the middle of the bridge, Yu Huanxi stopped and looked down, and when she saw her current appearance, she suddenly smiled, "It's so ugly." ”

There are scabbed scars on her face, and when she raised her hand, the wounds on her ten fingers had also been scabbed, and her ten fingers were connected to her heart.

"Remembering something bad again?"

As he spoke, Ding Yicheng took out his mobile phone and prepared to show her Fu Monian's ugly photos again.

She waved her hand, "Even if you think about it again, it's all in the past." ”

No matter how bad things are, once they become memories, they will be hidden with the passage of time, or they will become a scar on the heart.

As for her, apparently the latter. For example, the fact that she was almost violated by Zhao Yu and them has always been in her heart, and whenever she wants to think about it, she will force herself to divert her attention.

"I admired myself at that time, and if I had given up struggling at that time, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

Ding Yicheng was dumbfounded, he also admired her at that time, and suddenly thought of something, he said in a deep voice: "Do you know what you were kidnapped for?" ”

"Yes." Yu Huanxi smiled brightly, she didn't blame Fu Monian, the destined catastrophe could not be avoided, even if she avoided it this time, she would definitely be born later.

"Don't you blame the young master?" Ding Yicheng said bitterly, the reason why she was almost killed by that was because of Xuan Qi and because of the young master.

"Do you want me to blame him?"

She deliberately glared at Ding Yicheng with a serious face, "Could it be that you have a grudge with him and want to borrow me to take revenge on him?" ”

Ding Yicheng was amused by Yu Huanxi's expression, "You think too much, I'm just asking, it's best if you don't blame the young master." ”

The young master was under a lot of pressure in his heart, he didn't know how to vent it, so he could only do his best to like Huan.

Location: Classroom

Subject: Fine Arts

Fu Mo Nian did not drop the pen for a long time, which provoked Song Chengyu and Lu Feng to watch, Song Chengyu stared at the immovable tip of the pen, "You shouldn't be asleep, right?" ”

"Nope." Fu Monian, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke, startling the two of them, and bumped into the classmates next to them, and they quickly apologized.

Fu Monian didn't have the heart to paint, so he simply put down his pen and walked to the window.

This lesson is meant to be free to draw and move freely.

"What's wrong?"

Song Chengyu and Lu Feng stood on the left and right to surround Fu Monian, speaking in unison, with the same curious face.

Fu Mo Nian raised his head forty-five degrees and looked up at the sky, "I was depressed." ”

The leaves are scattered, and there is a sense of loneliness.

Song Chengyu and Lu Feng glanced at each other silently, it must be related to Yu Huanxi, maybe Yu Huanxi was not on sick leave today, but quarreled with Fu Monian and didn't want to see Fu Monian, so he didn't come to study.

"If you make a mistake with the girl you like, how can you make up for it?" Fu Monian finally asked the question that was pressed in his heart.

Song Chengyu said enthusiastically, "It's a hundred times better for her to make up for it!" ”

Lu Feng couldn't think of any other way, so he could only nod in agreement with this statement, "What happened to you and Huanxi?" ”

Fu Mo Nian didn't look directly at Lu Feng's eyes, "If you knew, you would definitely beat me to death." ”