Chapter Seventy-Two: A Fool Loves a Person

He held the phone in his hand, and the surprise for a moment made him dizzy.

He thought that this number would never call.

"Hey ......"

"Hey, is that you?"

"I'm looking for your help."

The cold wind didn't know what people wanted, and it blew Qi Xiaoyu's heart to pull out the cold.

Xiaoyu, "Brother, thank you." ”

Qi Wenyan ravaged Xiaoyu's hair with a gentle palm, "You need to be so polite, hypocritical." ”

"Thank you for always believing in me."

He lowered his head and smiled lightly, seeing Xiaoyu's slightly cold red cheeks, "Isn't it a little cold?" ”

"Well, the heart is cold."

Wen Yan opened his hands and smiled like a Teletubbies, "Come here, my brother hurts you in his arms." ”

The little girl in his eyes pursed her lips and passed by him proudly.

"Trust that can rely on a mouth, if you interact with the teacher more often, and perform better in class with test scores, they won't disbelieve you."

Xiaoyu glanced at him viciously.

"Why are you looking at me so fiercely?"

"If you believe it, you will believe it, if you don't believe it, you won't believe it, how can there be so many reasons."

"Trust builds slowly."

Xiaoyu stuck out her tongue, "Qi Wenyan, you are more verbose than your sister." ”

"Haha, aren't you my sister?" I don't ramble on you, who can be verbose on you, my dearest.

"I'm hungry, I'm still a little cold, and I'm not in a good mood, it's really my aunt's time for physical education class." As she spoke, she rubbed the temperature next to the boy, watching his swaying hand, she stretched out a hand and naturally hooked the boy's little finger with it.

He turned his head in shock,

The girl looked at the boy with a dumbfounded expression, "What's the matter?" Why don't I just touch you? She wanted to take her hand back and show her grace.

As soon as Wen Yan grasped the girl's hand, a pair of invisible bracelets tightly held them in the dark, and his body and mind trembled slightly.

How, how can you possibly know how scared I am, how much I care about you, I was born for you, I died for you.

"Qi Wenyan, you took the wrong medicine, and you disliked me just now, hum~"

"Didn't you say it's cold, it's warmer."

"I'm not in a good mood either."

"Then I'll sing you a song." I can't give you a sweet life, at least I can teach you how to take care of yourself now and sing you a song.

The blood that flows like water

It's like a flower blooming in the fog of an isolated island

Those who have been in the sea and water

to save him from being confused

Let me wake up from my dream without you

I won't lie to you

If you don't let your memories turn into torches

How can you ignite a strange road in the dark?

Where is fate?

It always favors me

Life is about turning you and me into him

Reality doesn't hurt you

and they have not forsaken me

I just want to be a fool for the rest of your life

Wu la wu la wu la wu la

Wu la wu la wu wu la la

I just want to be a fool for the rest of your life

The blood that flows like water

It's like a flower blooming in the fog of an isolated island

Those of you who have been in the sea and have been in the water

to save him from being confused

Let me wake up from my dream without you

I won't lie to you

If you don't let your memories turn into torches

How can you ignite a strange road in the dark?

Where is fate?

It always favors me

Life is about turning you and me into him

Reality doesn't hurt you

and they have not forsaken me

I just want to be a fool for the rest of your life

Wu la wu la wu la

Wu la wu la wu la

Wu la wu la wu wu la

Wu la wu la wu la

Wu la wu la wu la

Wu la wu la wu

Wu la wu la wu wu la

I just want to be a fool for the rest of your life

I just want to be a fool for the rest of your life

fool

Xiaoyu listened to the boy's gentle, low and gentle voice, like falling on a soft bed in winter, very warm and comfortable.

I want to sing for you until your hair reaches waist, and when I leave the curtain call, I can get another boy to change from your blue school uniform to a white wedding dress.

The moonlight reflected in Xiaoyu's pupils, and she smiled like a spring breeze blowing through the blue lake in his heart, and the lake water rippled slightly.

"Xiaoyu, you are so beautiful."

She was innocent, "I'm beautiful, then you marry me." ”

"The beauty is so chic, like a flower."

The girl stood on tiptoe without saying a word, and pulled Qi Wenyan's ears with her slender hands, "Feelings, you tease me~"

"Grandma, light."

"Say, am I beautiful!"

"Meimeimei."

"That's not like the flowers in Stephen Chow."

"No, no, you're just a flower."

Xiaoyu put away her hand with satisfaction, like a mouse that stole a pistachio.

Childhood sweethearts, two little guesses.