"Even water is so expensive?" Mu Li grabbed the mineral water in her hand and looked around, and compared her brother with Mu Shao in her heart, and came up with a very worrying answer, "I hate that I don't have a bamboo horse." ”

Not only did her brother confiscate a whole box of her comics, but he also took her pocket money...... Is this still my brother?

Yin Luo unscrewed the cap of the mineral water, her fingertips looked very soft against the dark blue cap, she quietly listened to Mu Li's words, and smiled, "No matter how many bamboo horses there are, there is only one pasture." ”

"Do you want to be so warm?" Mu Li is very envious of Yin Luo, not for anything else, just because Yin Luo has a bamboo horse like Mu Shao.

It is like the school of fish that have been crawling for a long time at the moment when the morning sun penetrates the sea level, leisurely and gently swimming.

It's envious and jealous.

Mu Li still remembers that not long after the second semester of the second semester of junior high school, she went to the hospital because of a toothache, and when she passed by a clinic, she saw Mu Shao and Yin Luo.

Yin Luo seemed to have a fever, she sat on the dark blue chair hanging the bottle, the transparent liquid flowed down the long thin tube into the light blue veins on the back of her hand, and the skin on the back of her hand was fair and a little transparent.

Mu Shao, who was sitting on the side, reached out and gently brushed away the scattered bangs on Yin Luo's forehead, and his voice was soft, "Is it uncomfortable?" "It's like an inexplicable light flashing in the deep sea, bringing the first tenderness.

Yin Luo shook his head lightly, his face was a little pale, but the smile on his lips was very soft, "It's okay." ”

Mu Li watched quietly from where they couldn't see.

The young man, who was already considered exquisite, gently brushed the ends of the girl's hair, as if to soothe. The black eyes are like the deep sea that has been splashed with ink, and they are beautiful with a little depth.

The light penetrated through the clouds, filling the edges of the clouds.

The teacher was still dragging the lesson, and the formulas written in white chalk took up most of the blackboard densely.

The students sitting in the front row diligently took notes, and a few occasionally wondered when the teacher would be out of class.

A few of the classmates in the back row had quietly taken out their phones.

After the teacher announced the end of class and left the classroom with the handouts, it was already more than ten minutes before the actual end of school.

Yin Luo looked up at the clock hanging on the wall while packing up the stationery, not knowing if the person was still waiting for her.

Mu Li had already packed her schoolbag, got up and walked to Yin Luo's side and patted her on the shoulder, "Don't leave yet?" The teacher's delay in class is getting longer and longer. ”

Yin Luo retracted his gaze and smiled lightly at Mu Li, "The teacher didn't confiscate overtime pay either." "What's more, now that the high school entrance examination is approaching, it is normal to delay classes.

"Yin Luo said first, I still have to keep in touch after the high school entrance examination." Mu Li blinked, and her tone was brisk, "I'm still waiting for you to be the bridesmaid at your wedding to Mu Shao." ”

Her wedding to Mu Shao?

Yin Luo was stunned for a moment, and his eyes fell on the countdown timer on the small table next to the blackboard, "I will always be in touch." ”

Intentionally or unintentionally, she didn't pay attention to the topic that was too premature.

There was an indescribable heaviness that spread through her heart.

Soon after, another class was replaced, and the people in this classroom were completely different. That feeling is like a breeding seaweed that encompasses the softest part of the heart little by little, tightening and suppressing.

Yin fell down the stairs and saw Mu Shao leaning against the wall, a little casual, putting one hand in his pocket, his long eyelashes covering his beautiful eyes.

There was no light in the corridor, and his side face fell into a faint shadow, which looked particularly delicate and good-looking.