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Finally, when Yan Zhuo didn't know how many times he stretched out his sinful claws, Zuo Min spoke.

"Classmate Gu, it's dangerous for you to do this."

Gu Yanzhuo, who was suddenly burned, immediately withdrew his claws: "I'm sorry, I forgot." ”

The first time I took the bus, Yan Zhuo forgot that he couldn't put his hand out of the window.

The windows closed, and the carriage was quiet again.

Yan Zhuo was bored in the leaves that he had just pulled, picked and chosen, found the best one, wiped it clean, and put it to his lips.

A burst of melodious music suddenly sounded, and the people in the car, thinking whose mobile phone was ringing, didn't care.

Su Qingzhi's perspective could only see Zuo Min sitting close to the corridor, so even if she was always paying attention, she didn't know that Yan Zhuo was blowing.

Zuo Min was shocked when he saw that Yan Zhuo had blown the leaves and made a nice tune.

In the past few years, has anyone lit up the skill of blowing leaves?!

Yan Zhuo was bored and wanted to try, but he didn't expect it to be so smooth.

She thought she was going to blow a fart sound......

After all, when Mo Wei'an was on a certain show, he blew leaves, and he blew this uncivilized sound.

Therefore, he was hit by black fans on the hot search again.

The melodious music kept ringing, and no one asked whose phone rang like that.

Just quiet, close your eyes and listen.

"It's a nice tune, what song is it?"

Someone turned his head curiously and looked towards the place where the sound sounded, and saw the young man sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a piece of green between his fingertips, putting it to his lips, and looking at the scenery outside the window, leaving only a perfect side face for everyone in the car.

"I'll go! I thought whose phone was ringing?! It turned out to be Gu Yanzhuo?! ”

"Leaves? Lie, right? ”

The gradually noisy sound in the carriage evoked Yan Zhuo's thoughts.

The music stopped abruptly, and Yan Zhuo stared at the leaves in his hand, his face slightly gloomy.

Why does it feel so familiar?

When did I learn this?

I can't remember, I can't remember at all.

So irritable.

Yan Zhuo opened the window and threw the leaves out, letting the rapid wind take them away, but he couldn't take away the doubts in his heart.

Who is she and what have she forgotten?

All memories start from the moment I met Mo Hancheng.

The first memory she could trace was just the hand that Mo Hancheng stretched out to her.

Suddenly, I wanted to ink.

The car stopped at the service station, and Yan Zhuo took advantage of the time when the classmates went down to rest and go to the toilet, and took his mobile phone to make a call to Mo Hancheng.

Someone who was originally in a meeting, the moment the mobile phone rang, he raised his hand to silence the person reporting in the conference room, got up and went out to answer the Ling.

"Monster, you've arrived?"

"Sakura yet," Yan Zhuo's mood was a little low, "It's just that all of a sudden, I want to listen to you." ”

On the other end of the phone, Mo Hancheng was stunned, what's wrong with the monster?

"What's wrong?" Mo Hancheng asked with some concern.

Yan Zhuo still didn't have anything in the end, I don't know why, I always felt that the things I had forgotten, after thinking about it, she would not be happy.

The phone hung up, and the expression on Mo Hancheng's face was not very good.

What the hell is wrong with the monster? Weird.

A few minutes later, the car started again, and after a few hours, it finally reached the foot of the hill where the troops were to be trained.

The car stopped at the foot of the mountain, and all the students got off the bus, and all the roads behind had to go up on their own.

Dear, this chapter is over, happy reading! ^0^