The memories of many years ago came to my heart with the name Feng Qiang.

In his memory, Feng Qiang was thin, with dark bronzed skin, a mouthful of white teeth, always with his head down, and his eyes slanted at people.

Until one day in the first semester of his senior year, the snow had not melted, and the sky had not yet dawned, so Jiang Li hurried to the studio with an easel and brush.

In the early morning, the campus is quiet, except for the creaking of snow under your feet and a few lonely bird chirpings in the treetops.

"Jiang... Black... ”

Feng Qiang, who didn't just come out of nowhere, stopped in front of her.

He held a mahogany box with trembling hands, and said timidly: "Jiang... Jiang Li, I... There is something ... Here you go. ”

"Feng Qiang?" Jiang Li was a little surprised, although he was also from Sui Town, but he behaved perversely, and Jiang Li was not sociable, and the two had almost no intersection.

"Is there anything you have to look at now?"

Her voice trembled, her fingertips froze, and although she was dressed like a bear, she couldn't stop stomping her feet. Jiang Li was originally a southern woman, and although she had been in Linshan for a few years, she still felt that the winter in Linjiang City was the most difficult.

"Yes, look at it now, you don't want to leave without finishing your eyes." Feng Qiang lowered his head and said angrily, a large cloud of white mist coming out of his mouth.

The swarthy boy, reflected in the snow, was surrounded by clouds of mist. No matter how Jiang Li looked at it, he felt that the scene in front of him was weird.

She took a quick step to the side, wanting to bypass Feng Qiang, but she didn't want to slip under her feet, and her body lost her balance and leaned back. Then he fell heavily to the ground, and the brushes and easels in his hands were scattered all over the ground.

When Feng Qiang saw her fall, he pounced directly, kneeling on her lap with both legs, and smiled.

"Now you can't run, you have to see my baby today before you can go."

"Okay, okay, okay, you get up first, don't press my legs, I'll watch." Jiang Li saw that he couldn't escape, so he had to agree.

Feng Qiang ignored her words, but opened the box cautiously as if he wanted to display a treasure.

"Jiang Li, you see these are my treasures." He said as he greedily stroked the contents of the box.

The snow shone brightly against the sun, and she opened her eyes wide to take a closer look, then screamed and covered her eyes.

"Feng Qiang, you pervert, what is this."

One photo after another was presented in front of Jiang Li, the girl's feet, legs, back, hair, and even the T taken in the bathroom, all of them were from different angles. Take a photo.

Feng Qiang lowered his head and smiled stupidly.

"Jiang Li, this is my baby, this is you."

"Ahh

The black memory was like a flood rising in the sky, and Jiang Li remembered that the last time she saw Feng Qiang was the day he left the school with his luggage, and she never saw this person again, and never heard from him again.

She took a deep breath to soothe the gloom in her heart.

"I don't want to see him, how did you even find him." Jiang Li's whole face was tense, and he looked at Cen Xing fiercely.

Cen Xing grabbed her, the strength in his hand was surprisingly large, and there was inexplicable firmness in his eyes.

"Feng Qiang and Xu Yanwen saw Lin Ze before his accident, and they can prove that Bai Yan did something to him."

Jiang Li turned his head and looked in through the window of the café.

Feng Qiang sat upright and did not speak, but a smile appeared on his face from time to time.

Jiang Li looked like he had palpitations, but he still went in hard.

The screams attracted the aunt who cleaned up in the morning, the physical education students who ran in the morning, and the campus police...