"I'm not stupid."

Xiaoyu pursed her mouth, and there seemed to be thousands of emotions hidden in her eyes, but she was deliberately suppressed, so she didn't break out.

"I've also been to find out, the rent of those houses in the neighborhood is almost 5 or 600, but you ......"

"Alas......"

Xiaoyu let out a long sigh and was silent again.

It's just that her silence undoubtedly makes Wan Hongzhuang feel more worried.

In an instant, countless precipitated memories began to revival, like a marquee, frantically replaying in the mind.

In the past, there is less sweetness and more sorrow.

Don't...... In my impression, no matter when, she is always so lonely.

It's just that at this time, he didn't know how to comfort her...... He was already a clumsy person, and this situation made him a little dazed.

The wind by the lake blew gently, like the murmur of a lover, extremely gentle.

For him, it was like an open-book exam.

He clearly knows what kind of choice is the most beneficial for him.

It's just that the favor he got through cheating is really what he wants?

He didn't know.

Maybe...... Is it really that I am too worried, and even, some of them are still selling well after getting benefits?

As for the result, the two are definitely together, the only difference is the process.

Smooth or tortuous.

It's just that he worries that everything is really just a dream.

Although tonight, both seem to have opened their hearts to each other and officially said goodbye to the past.

But the road ahead will continue to go down.

And this is a completely different plot, is he sure that he will always make the most correct choice?

He wasn't sure.

"It's all in the past anyway, isn't it?"

Wan Hongzhuang let out a heavy sigh, looking distressed.

"Hmm!"

Xiaoyu nodded.

Suddenly, she got up suddenly, faced each other, and stood in front of Wan Hongzhuang.

There are still residual tears in her eyes, which are particularly poignant.

With deep eyes, he looked at Wan Hongzhuang affectionately, and said softly: "But I still want to thank you, your companionship this day can be regarded as helping me fulfill the last wish of my college career." ”

"It also makes me not so lonely, and embarrassed to go through the last journey of my college career."

She paused, her voice visibly choked.

"Then, next, it's up to me to make up for you, the regret in your heart!"

Wan Hongzhuang trembled, and the whole person was stunned in place.

"The ...... in my heart Regretful? He repeated silently with his mouth open.

In my mind, endless ripples began to rise, as well as thousands of thoughts, and thoughts that came to me......

- What is the regret in my heart?

Immediately, his gaze unconsciously fell on Xiaoyu's chest:

Don't get me wrong, he's not a pervert.

Now, no matter how slow his reaction is, he can guess that the mysterious item that can be held on his chest so cherished by Xiaoyu should be related to what she said, the regret in her heart.

"Of course, I don't know if I'm ready to guess right." Xiaoyu lowered her head and explained with a little shyness.

Obviously, she was a little nervous.

Under the faint street lamp, her figure obviously began to tremble.

Trembling, or agitation.

……

Regret is a very broad word.

It is generally used to refer to dissatisfaction, remorse, unwillingness, or regret caused by circumstances beyond control or powerless to remedy.

Everyone has regrets, but they are not the same.

And for Wan Hongzhuang, his life, in his own opinion, is simply a model of failure.

If you want to say regrets, there are countless ones.

For a moment, he was also a little dazed......

Mainly, this topic happened too abruptly.

Second, he has too many regrets, and he doesn't know what Xiaoyu refers to for a while?

And just like that, there was a stalemate.

Finally, Xiaoyu seemed to have made up her mind, took a step forward, and handed the bag of things on her chest to Wan Hongzhuang.

Then, let go of your hand and shake it gently.

The whole bag was like a smooth silk, falling like mercury.

Soft and delicate, the whole body is pitch black and has a strange mystery.

Under the reflection of the dim street lamp, it glows with a strange luster.

- This is a one, bachelor's gown.

Wan Hongzhuang was suddenly a little stunned, and immediately, the whole person began to tremble uncontrollably.

It was a shiver from the soul, and even his eye sockets began to be bloodshot and reddened unconsciously.

It's the desire.

"This ...... This ......"

He began to stutter and mumble with his mouth open, but he could not utter a complete sentence.

"I don't know if my guess is right."

Xiaoyu lowered her head and repeated again.

His hands, however, stretched out to the front with great firmness, and they were pressed against Wan Hongzhuang's chest.

Wan Hongzhuang took the robe with a complicated face, and his eyes flashed with inexplicable emotions, as if he was reminiscing and longing.

There is also cowardice, or unwillingness.

This happiness within reach, he has dreamed of it many times, but after waking up, he found that after all, it was a mirror that he did not dare to ask for.

Just this moment.

On the shore of Furong Lake, there is no one on the long street.

This dream fantasy, for the first time, existed so real in front of him.

Even he was still a little incredulous, afraid that this was a dreamy bubble, and if he touched it, it would burst.

Truly...... This is the regret in his heart.

One.

……

Like I said before.

For a person like him, who was born in the countryside, many things may be predestined from the moment he was born.

Of course, sometimes he also thinks:

If only he could have a perfect life like most people...... After experiencing the baptism of college career, will he live a completely different life?

It will not be like now, huddled in a small kitchen, living in the dark, with no tomorrow in the future.

Or, from one kitchen, to another, a little bigger?

So, in his spare time, he would always stand on the side of the road next to the restaurant with a cigarette in his mouth.

The sun was setting obliquely, through the mottled and lush trees of Egret Island, and on his face.

Everything is so dreamlike.

He would stand there until the cigarette burned out, but he couldn't take a few puffs.

Because his soul has long since left the shell...... Well, he would stand there, let his mind go unleashed, looking back on this dull but uneventful life.

Sometimes he thinks about the pig farm at home, if his father works harder, can he lie flat and stop working hard?

The widows at the head of the village, are they all right, and have they remarried?

There is also the hole in the fragile wall, has anyone found it, and if it is filled, I wonder if it is cheaper than those second-rate people in the village?

Also, he finally started writing books......