Xu He felt that she could hear the sound of her heartbeat, and it hurt a little, she turned her face slightly, pointed to a building on the campus and said, "Look, that's the school's auditorium." ”

Zhao Pingjin also answered in a timely manner: "Oh, it looks pretty good." ”

Xu He suddenly thought of something: "By the way, this is the art building donated by Mr. Jiang to our school!" ”

Zhao Pingjin glanced at her and said unhurriedly: "I've been here too." ”

Xu He was surprised: "Why have you been here?" ”

"Something happened at home before, I lived in front of Mr. Jiang for more than a year, and I came with Mr. Jiang."

As he spoke, he smiled again, with a playfulness in his eyes: "That year, I also went to the auditorium to watch the Mid-Autumn Festival performance, and I met a particularly unreserved girl outside the backstage lounge, who seemed to be a dance team, and she was very bold, so she ran over and teased ......me directly."

Xu He was a little surprised: "Then how did you do it?" Did you ignore her? ”

"That's right, the little girl is very good-looking, mainly because of her white skin and long and straight legs." As he spoke, he looked Xu He up and down again: "Well, it's on par with you." ”

Xu He was not happy, "You are just recruiting bees and butterflies, and you don't abide by male morality at all." ”

"It's obvious that someone provoked me first, how can you blame me?"

"Then you must have looked at other people's first, you saw the good-looking of people's parents, so you had a thief's heart, phew, shameless, the little girl didn't let go."

Xu He turned around and refused to pay attention to him.

Zhao Pingjin laughed, he hugged her from behind, and coaxed: "Lie to you, I ignored her, didn't even look at her, turned around and left." ”

"Really?"

"Hey, you two, just say what about you, what do you look like hugging at the school gate! It's really shameless, what kind of system has it become, today's young people, it's immoral, hey, I'm angry......"

The old man didn't know when he got up, shook a fan, pointed at them and scolded them loudly.

Xu He hurriedly pushed him away, Zhao Pingjin touched his nose, harm, it was really a tiger falling into the plain and being bullied by dogs, a twenty-seven or eight-year-old man, when he arrived on someone else's land, the janitor dared to point his nose and scold.

Xu He glared at him fiercely: "It's all your fault!" ”

Zhao Pingjin admitted his mistake good-naturedly: "Yes, yes, blame me." ”

Xu He walked over to talk to the old man, but the old man still remembered her.

After talking to her for a while, he let them in.

The door of the auditorium was not locked, Xu He and Zhao Pingjin pushed the door in, and the familiar scene came into view, after so many years, there has been no change, it is still the same corridor, the same hanging paintings, the same flower basket, the lock of the studio on the first floor is still the copper lock before, all rusty.

Xu He stood there, a little stunned for a while.

The sound of the girls laughing and laughing seemed to be in their ears, and they ran over in their dancing shoes with small square heels, she helped her lift the flowers on her head, and she helped her wipe the lipstick that had fallen off.

There's no such trickery as I am, and there's nothing for you to fight for.

She dances the main dance every time, and the teacher likes her the most, and the girls will be jealous, but when she competes, she will work together to win prizes for the school.

"Zhao Pingjin ......"

Xu He suddenly turned his head to look at him, and the moonlight like Yinlian fell in from the floor-to-ceiling window, and Rongrong enveloped him.

He happened to be wearing a white shirt, and his hair was not well cared for, so it faded away from the alofted cold, and became as if it was within reach.

"I'll give you a dance."

Xu He bent his eyes and smiled softly at him: "I used to be able to dance." ”

"Is it here?"

Zhao Pingjin asked softly.

Xu He pointed to the window: "Let's go in." ”

Zhao Pingjin raised his eyebrows, but Xu He had already skillfully pushed open the window and climbed in lightly.

Zhao Pingjin naturally couldn't lag behind a girl, and he supported the windowsill with his hand and entered the studio neatly.

Because he went back to sweep the grave, Xu He happened to wear a white skirt that day.

When she walked to the stage, a beam of moonlight came in through the window edge of the door and landed in the center of the stage, like a light specially prepared for her.

Everything was just right.

Zhao Pingjin found a seat in the first row, and there was a thin layer of ash on the seat, but he hesitated, but he also sat down.

Xu He stood there prettyly, looked at him and smiled, pulled up the hem of his skirt with his fingers, and made a princess salute.

She took her mobile phone and put a tune, Zhao Pingjin heard it, it was the theme song of Stephen Chow's Journey to the West, the scene of Supreme Treasure and Zixia standing on the city wall, it was.

Xu He smoked a red plastic rose out of nowhere, she first did some basic preparations to warm up, one move and one style are quite like that, it is the reason why she has not practiced for about many years, and one leg is a little stiff.

When the music sounded, she held the flower with one hand, slowly raised it, and with the sound of the music, her thin white fingers turned into an orchid, spinning, spinning, the white skirt spread out like a budding flower, slowly falling from the branch, and the red rose in her hand trembled and lifted high.

The sea of bitterness turns over love and hate

There is no escaping fate in the world

Blind dates are unapproachable

Or I should believe that it was fate

……

Flowers will wither

But will open again

The love of his life is forbearance

Outside the white clouds

……

The music ended up with a repetitive tune, and the chanting faded away.

Xu He slowly stood up and looked at him under the moonlight, her eyes gently enveloped him, and there was a mist there, as if she could drown him.

Zhao Pingjin didn't know when he stood up, he also stood quietly like that, looking at her with a flash in his eyes.

At this moment, Zhao Pingjin found that he was so sober and cruel.

It's like he never planned Xu He in his life.

If she had put her heart into it, he would only have regressed faster.

She fell in love with him, and that's where her tragedy lies.

"Zhao Pingjin ......"

She jumped off the stage, threw herself into his arms, stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

He raised his arm, hugged her little by little, and bowed his head in a gentle response.

The moonlight is like water, quiet and lingering.

At that moment, Xu He inexplicably remembered a lyric of Miriam Yang:

Pray that heaven and earth will spare a pair of lovers, and that what is afraid of never happening will never happen.

Pray that Heavenly Father will be a good man for ten minutes and give me His kiss.