Girlfriend?

His girlfriend?

Ling Xiquan tugged at the corners of his mouth, unwilling to continue thinking about this topic, "Don't you really catch up and take a look?" ”

Ye Qingting was stunned for a moment, and after a while she understood what she was referring to, "It's been so long, I can't catch up with it." He was helpless, "Can you change the topic so quickly?" ”

"Isn't it like I don't know what to say?" Ling Xiquan muttered in a low voice.

"What did you say?"

"I said-" she raised her voice a little, "as long as you can rest assured Ke Yuechen." ”

"I don't worry, it's daytime, she's out of breath, and she can't find anyone, so she will naturally call someone to pick her up."

Ling Xiquan hesitated for a moment, and didn't dwell on this topic anymore, after all, Ye Qingting was the one who was familiar with Ke Yuechen, and if he persuaded him again, it wouldn't look like it.

She put aside what she didn't have in her heart, "So, where are we going now?" ”

"Don't want to play here anymore?" Ye Qingting looked back at the crane machine.

She raised her hand, shook the two dolls in her hand, and then snuggled at the doll in his hand, smiling with crooked eyebrows, "If you stay here any longer, you won't be able to hold it in your hand for a while, and you won't be able to play." ”

"So where do you want to go?"

"Didn't you just say there's a wax museum? Why don't you take me there? She thought about it, and as she spoke, she put the doll in her hand into the handbag, and the handbag immediately bulged, she patted the bulging handbag, looked up, and found Ye Qingting looking at herself with a smile, and her eyes were so bright that they seemed to be able to suck away the soul.

Her heart pounded again, and her fleeing eyes glanced at the few dolls he was carrying in his arms, and without thinking about it, she grabbed two of them and said vigorously, "I'll take them for you, how strange it is for a boy to hold a few toys." ”

"Well, you have the final say." Seeing the girl in front of her secretly crimson, the curvature of Ye Qingting's lips rose a few points.

There were more people in the mall, sitting on the escalator up, maybe it was the relationship between two people holding dolls in their arms, and there were constantly passers-by looking sideways, as if they were curious about this pair of young boys and girls with an unusually harmonious atmosphere.

Ling Xiquan lowered his head, looking very interested in the doll in his arms, but his mind was all on Ye Qingting's body, how could he still pay attention to the eyes of others, neither of them spoke again, but the atmosphere was not the slightest awkward.

As soon as I arrived at the wax museum, the air seemed to cool down all of a sudden, at the entrance of the wax museum, Jackie Chan's wax statue stood there with a smile, slowly strolling along the narrow passage and unpredictable lights, as if stepping into a dream country, a lifelike wax statue posed in different shapes, Ling Xiquan unconsciously touched the arm of a wax figure, cool, soft, and the touch was quite real.

Walking to another exhibition hall, I saw in front of me from a distance, He Ying and Feng Meilan were very close, chatting while walking slowly, she subconsciously slowed down her pace, and next to her, Ye Qingting, who felt abnormal, turned her head sideways and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"When are you going back to England?" She asked.

"Next month." Speaking of this, the boy pursed his lips, "Why did you suddenly ask about this?" ”

She smiled slightly, "Just asking." ”

Next month.

So will they have a chance to meet in the future?

"What about you, when are you going to the United States?"

"I don't ......" yet.

When the real words came to her lips, she suddenly remembered what she had said to him, and lied, "It depends on what my parents mean, but I must have left later than you." ”

"That's right." Ye Qingting's tone was a little complicated.

Hearing his tone, Ling Xiquan's heart suddenly felt a little empty, she pursed her lips, and a bright smile appeared on her face, "Yes, so I'm very happy to come out today, after all, everyone won't see each other in the future." ”

Her smile was somehow a little dazzling, Ye Qingting frowned without leaving a trace, and was silent for a moment, hiding the complexity under her eyes, "I'm also very happy." He seriously emphasized again, "Really." ”

She smiled genuinely, and both of them fell silent again.

Suddenly, there was a feeling of helplessness.

He also likes himself, and what a wonderful thing it is.

However, in addition to those precocious thoughts, she is just a sensual teenage girl, no matter how rational she behaves, what she really wants in her heart is nothing more than those false promises, just like those girls who secretly fall in love early, and go to different schools with the person they like after graduation, so that they have no sense of security, and they are extravagant enough to ask each other to say "Even if we are not in the same high school, I will always like you alone".

How much she wanted to hear Ye Qingting say, "Even if we are separated, I will always like you, and I will always like you alone." ”

Beautiful love words are always easy to touch.

Even if such a promise can't be fulfilled in the end, she will get a moment of comfort and expectation, instead of suffering from gains and losses like now and countless years ago, a heart is like weightless, knowing his intentions, but it is still sour and unbearable.

Just because Ye Qingting is not such a person.

To some extent, he does have a clear understanding of his own life, as he has seen in the personality analysis of fans who like Barcelona, and if he can't grasp it, he won't say it easily.

Perhaps, he only does what he is sure of.

Or perhaps, his likes are not the same as his own.

She didn't know.

Maybe now that I know, there is nothing I can do.

Anyway, she has always been like this, she can't guess the boy's mind and thoughts, she just rejoices and sorrows alone.

The future is uncertain, and they are about to be far away from the other side of the two countries, and it is already precious that he can confess to that after a year.

Be content, Lingxi Spring.

She quietly turned her head and looked cautiously at the boy beside her.

is also like a friend and a lover's good gathering and dispersing, such an ending has long been much better than the original intention of just liking him.