Therefore, Liang Jinmo realized where he was.

What a familiar high school day.

Dead memories struck him again.

When I came back to my senses, I was disturbed by a voice.

"Liang Jinmo, what number are you?" Someone around him asked him.

The dream opened so suddenly, just as the vague figure around him asked the question suddenly.

But no matter how unreasonable, it feels natural in the dream.

"Huh? What? I don't know. In the dream, it was Ye Qinghui, and his voice was tender and pouted with water, which made Liang Jinmo shrug all over, and he made himself tender.

Liang Jinmo also returned so naturally, like he had always been ...... I don't know.

There are more sounds around me.

Closer and closer was a girl's chatter.

"It's big, it's magnificent! Yaye yes! Mom said, "It's amazing here, there's a concert...... City A is prosperous. ”

Keep the noise.

The sound is getting more and more like...... Qin Ningxiang.

Qin Ningxiang's commentator continued to speak, but Liang Jinmo didn't listen carefully.

The sparse flow of people continued to converge in front of the tall buildings in front of them.

The towering pillars were arranged in a regular manner with a sense of solemnity and ceremony, but Liang Jinmo felt that it was really unnecessary.

Short, twos and threes ran past them, and one of them was a familiar face.

"Don't run, wait for me!" It's Qin Ningxiang, her short ear-length hair and Qi bangs add a little rustic.

Liang Jinmo thought that she would bump into herself or fall down in the next second, which happened in the classic scene in Gu Zaoba's novel.

Who knew that they were just running past Liang Jinmo a little noisily, and Ning Xiang just passed through the gap between him and the shadows around him.

She hurriedly turned around, with a childish face and an abundance of collagen that was no different from now.

The small face is fleshy, but the eyes are extraordinarily large.

She's running well, but don't run next time.

This immature girlish style made Liang Jinmo irritable.

Liang Jinmo even clearly felt the feeling of the fabric on her body flying up and brushing against his thin shirt.

In the dream, Qin Ningxiang's face was so clear that he could see it.

……

There is no continuity in the story in the dream.

The transition was also caught off guard.

Soon came the end of the presentation.

After the high school competition, the award ceremony began.

The mayor and councillors presented the awards in person, which shows how much attention is paid to this competition.

It is the opening ceremony of a cultural exchange program.

At the beginning of the game, you get a trophy.

Liang Jinmo won the first prize in the high school group, while Qin Ningxiang was the second prize in the primary school group.

For some reason, after the event ended, he consciously followed a person out of a room again.

The windows are bright and clean, and it looks like an activity room.

Liang Jinmo couldn't recall what had happened, but he should have talked to that person, and he was in a happy mood.

Leaving there, only Liang Jinmo was left, and the person in front of him disappeared out of thin air.

……

When I walked out of the building, I came to a small but patchwork, winding quiet garden.

The voice attracted Liang Jinmo's attention, "Uncle, this is not Ximen. ”

"Kid, how old are you?" A man's voice came out, it didn't sound very old, and its voice was very sharp, like the tone of a singing opera.

"I'm not a child, I'm in the fifth grade." The girl's voice fell in Liang Jinmo's ears, who else was it not Qin Ningxiang.

It's just more immature, and it has the purity and crispness unique to children's voices.

"Oh, it's really amazing! Follow the trail all the way and then to the right, remember? Another slightly older voice with a slightly rougher voice rang out.

"Thank you, Fahai!" The little girl's voice was much more cheerful, and soon the sound of running disappeared into Liang Jinmo's ears.

After a few seconds, Qin Ningxiang's running sound had disappeared.

And Liang Jinmo behind the big willow tree was not noticed by the two men standing on the winding path, they were still continuing the topic just now.

The young man continued, "Is this the Chosen Daughter?" One in a million koi lucky stars? ”