Gu Yusheng raised his hand and rubbed his temples to relieve the pain a little before closing the gift box of the necklace and then looking at it in the box.

Neatly placed below, all high school textbooks and review materials.

Gu Yusheng threw them behind him one after another, and when he threw out the English textbook for the second half of the third semester of high school, there was a yellowed paper in it, which fell lightly to his feet.

He glanced at it casually and found that the white paper was densely filled with words, and the words "little do-love" vaguely hit his eyes.

His eyebrows twitched slightly, and he immediately dropped the book he had picked up in his hand and picked up the paper.

Mountains and rivers dream? Little Make-Love? Which one to choose?

With these nine words, Gu Yusheng's mind kept flashing, and his heartbeat rate suddenly missed a beat, and deep in his heart, he inexplicably shouted a sharp pain.

This pain, so familiar, used to ...... Once Lu Bancheng woke him up with a sentence and made him realize that when he liked little trouble, because he was unmarried, he hesitated to love or give up, he had such pain......

No, when he had this pain, he felt as if he had experienced similar pain before...... Even in his mind, the image of him constantly crying and saying "I'm sorry" came to mind.

With these recollections, the image of him crying and saying sorry once again drilled into his brain.

Those images were much clearer than when he had inadvertently remembered them.

Even, this time, in those pictures, it is no longer just him crying, but also scenes...... It seems to be a restroom...... And the words in the mouth are not just the words "sorry...... Although the pictures in his mind are not particularly coherent and scattered, he still reluctantly pieced together the words he said when he suppressed his emotions and cried from those intermittent pictures: "Little do-love...... I'm sorry...... I'm sorry...... I miss you...... Little Love ......"

Again, the pain in his head began to be severe.

He desperately stretched out his hand to press on his temple, but the pain showed no sign of relieving it, but became more and more painful.

The image in his mind began to change, no longer just him crying and saying "I'm sorry", to the picture of him riding a bicycle and sending a girl home...... Who is that girl?

Gu Yusheng closed his eyes, desperately trying to see clearly, but his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and he couldn't see clearly.

His head hurt, as if it would explode at any moment.

He covered his head and squatted on the ground regardless of his image.

Zhang's mother ran over anxiously: "Little master? What's wrong with you? Little master? Why is your face so ugly? ”

Gu Yusheng didn't have the strength to answer Zhang's mother's words at all, his whole person curled up on the ground with a brain pain, and he let out a very low muffled sound from his mouth, and the pictures in his mind began to be complicated and began to overlap.

There is a picture of him crying, a picture of him sitting in an Internet café staring at a girl, a picture of him lying on the lawn with a girl, and a picture of him looking at the back of a girl......

Those images, the speed of change is getting faster and faster, faster and faster, almost to his temples, suddenly began to beat, he couldn't help but reach out and began to scratch his hair hard.