Chapter 18: Sorrow under the Ginkgo Tree

(a)

It's a new semester, and they're in their third year of college this year, so it's their last year together.

Gu Jiu is still like that, she often skips class, she doesn't just run under the ginkgo tree as soon as school starts, no matter what class it is, she actually just thinks about her parents.

She took out the drawing board from the box, took out the white paper, took out the pen, her mind was full of Mu Ziche, especially the affectionate kiss with him in the ocean, which made her unforgettable, of course she had to pick up the pen and draw the most beautiful scene.

As soon as I finished drawing, I heard a familiar and annoying voice.

"You're so versatile, let me see how you draw?" Xiao Jing walked in front of Gu Jiu, wanting to snatch her painting.

"Brother, what do you have to talk to her?" Bai Moxue didn't know when she came out, took a lighter, walked under the ginkgo tree, opened the painting box, lit a piece of paper and threw it inside.

The raging fire burned wantonly, radiating light like red and yellow. Gu Jiu watched as Xiao Jing hugged her, she couldn't stop her at all.

That's her dream, her memory, the beauty of her heart! She also began to be afraid, this is just the beginning, if one day, the ginkgo tree will also ...... She didn't dare to think about it, she wanted to cry, but she held back her tears.

"I especially like to look at other people's disappointed eyes, which is the way you look now." Bai Moxue looked at Gu Jiu, still wearing heavy makeup.

"White desert snow." Gu Jiu only said these three words for such a long time, but he was full of hatred.

They burned the paintings and left. Xiao Jing also said sorry in a sly manner.

Gu Jiu sat on the ground, watching that the fire was still burning, she didn't think about extinguishing it, she just watched quietly.

Mo Zexuan ran over, looked at Gu Jiu who was sitting on the ground, and hugged her in his arms: "Jiu'er, don't cry, this world is like this, you have to pay it back if they bully you." ”

Gu Jiu listened, leaving two lines of tears and not making a sound.

Mu Ziche saw all this scene in his eyes, and he clenched his fists.

(b)

"Lan'er, do you know, I burned Gu Jiu's slut's painting today."

"Oh, is it? How did she behave? Murong Lan asked anxiously.

"She just stood there, staring at the fire, looking, looking, not saying a word, you don't know how happy I am."

They were chatting vigorously when suddenly several men dressed in black walked in front of them. When a punch came up, they couldn't parry it at all, and each of them begged for two panda eyes.

"Who are you?"

"Who?" They roared in frustration.

"Do you know who I am, and do you know the consequences of doing so?" Bai Moxue shouted loudly.

"Who do you think anyone will be afraid of the consequences?"

"Mu Ziche, why are you, you are really caring for flowers."

Mu Ziche sat on the tree: "I never touch women, and I don't watch others bully women, but you broke my bottom line." ”

"Your bottom line, your bottom line is nothing more than that woman."

Mu Ziche jumped down from the tree quickly, walked beside her, and hugged her neck: "Be careful when you speak, you can scold not anyone." ”

"Hehe, am I wrong?" Bai Moxue was still unrepentant, laughed a few times, and looked at Mu Ziche: "Don't forget the task given to you by your father, he wants you to help our Bai family annex Gu Jiu, not to ask you to come here to do something to me, let alone to make you like your enemy." ”

Mu Ziche squeezed it tighter: "I don't need you to take care of my business." He let go of his hand again. He turned around and took the men with him.

Bai Moxue stood in the distance and smiled coldly: "Mu Ziche, you don't have the right to love her You can't love her openly, so even if you do everything for her, she won't know, she will definitely think that you have forgotten her and don't love her." ”

When Mu Ziche heard these words, his heart trembled: I love her, I don't ask her to love me, just ask for no regrets. What if you don't get understood?