Bang bang! Bang bang!

I swallowed my saliva with difficulty, constantly encouraging myself in my heart, cheering myself up, and my right hand was a little stiff and a little trembling and stretched out to Luo Yutong's slender hand.

A little closer, a little closer......

Then, my fingers touched the back of her hand, and I felt that the skin like snow was extremely smooth and delicate, with a slight cool feeling.

The moment I touched it, I could feel her left hand shrink sharply, but it froze there, not retracting, maintaining that inaccessible touch.

It became ————!!!!

It was as if fireworks were blooming in my mind again, dispelling all the darkness.

I didn't dare to look at her cheeks again, and my palm quickly flipped over, and then I gripped the slightly thin but slippery little hand tightly.

Unexpectedly, and unreasonably, the little hand obediently moved in my palm.

My heart was so filled with excitement, excitement, and nervousness that I didn't have the slightest time to think about anything else.

……

"I want to take your hand and escape from this planet, peel off the sorrow, and happiness is in the ten fingers."

The song echoed in my head, and the song didn't go away for a long time.

The girl next to her blushed, lowered her head, and counted the steps of the two people. I held her delicate and boneless hand, as if I was floating on a sea of clouds, and I only had the place where the two of them touched each other's skin and the heat was constantly transmitted, completely forgetting the years, months and days, and forgetting where I was.

The palms were sweating from excitement and nervousness, and I just wanted to just hold her hand and keep going, preferably never to the end.

What area is around, what bookshelves I pass by, I completely ignored.

I don't know how long it took before Luo Yutong whispered, "Where are we going?" ”

I let out a sigh and woke up suddenly, and when I looked around, I was stunned.

Where has this gone? On the ground next to the surrounding bookshelves, there were many children sitting looking at the books in their hands with relish, and a few of them were looking up at the little brothers and sisters holding hands with curiosity.

Isn't that embarrassing.........

I whispered in a bit of a panic, "I, I'm too excited and nervous, no, I don't see the road much......"

This is also telling the truth, after all, it was the real thing just now - the first time after confirming the relationship, holding hands outside and moving forward.

I don't know what she thinks of me now, will it be because of this...... The hand holding her trembled uncontrollably.

At this time, she seemed to feel something, glanced at me, suddenly pursed her lips and smiled, withdrew her left hand, took off her backpack, took out a tissue, handed it over, Ying Ying smiled lightly: "At that time, your basketball game didn't seem to be as nervous as it is now......

Seeing her handing over tissues, I suddenly recalled the nosebleeds that came out of seeing some good things in physics class before, and the embarrassing scene at that time was also alleviated by one of her tissues.

Taking the tissue, I wiped the sweat off my right hand. Leaving her hand, my heart was lost and empty, and I felt that I didn't perform well enough today, and I shouldn't have a chance to hold hands again, so I have to wait for the next time.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a softness in my palm, and a cool, slippery left hand reached over and gently grasped my palm.

This is!??!

I was in ecstasy, holding my backhand tightly, looking up, only to see Luo Yutong turn his head to look at the other side, a few strands of green silk on his ears, the crystal small ears are red and beautiful, the skin on the side of the face is like jade, as if it can be broken by blowing, which is a thrilling flush, as bright as a peach and plum.

I only heard her soft voice reveal a certain firmness and courage that burst from the heart, ringing in my ears.

"I was just the same, I've never been so nervous......"

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PS 100 chapters have feelings:

Before I knew it, it had reached a hundred chapters, and looking back on the past three years of code word history, I really couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was in my heart.

Others have more than a dozen chapters in a few days, but I have a few days, and sometimes even dozens of chapters, and there is still a year in the middle without a word. Now that I think about it, in addition to lamenting the writer's difficulty and being ashamed of my own incompetence, I can only continue to write until the end.

This book was my debut novel and my first attempt at starting a novel. The writing may be a little immature, and the plot may be a little far-fetched, but every word and sentence here has been carefully pondered and deduced, without any perfunctory and water counts.

Maybe this book doesn't make you feel good, or it makes you feel boring and vulgar, but this book does pour and spend countless efforts and thoughts on the author for three years, and how many nights he meditates hard just to write words that satisfy him.

If the reader can have a moment to understand the nervous or happy or sweet mood in the protagonist's heart, or awaken a unique memory belonging to youth, I think the meaning of this book will be found in the reader, in the society.

As for me, I don't want to be famous, I don't want to make money, I just want to feel the joy of memories and substitutions when I write, and I am deeply intoxicated by that slightly drunk state. Of course, the main purpose of writing this book is not so simple, one is to dilute the sentimentality caused by the regrets in youth, and the other is to record and share the purest and most unforgettable happiness in youth, so as to commemorate the most beautiful campus youth.

I think campus youth is the most beautiful, there is no life pressure, no social prejudice, no family troubles, only a rich and wonderful campus life and innocent and beautiful youthful emotions, no matter friendship or love. Those little things, big things, small happiness, big happiness, big troubles, big troubles, big beauties, big beauties, big beauties, in the whole youth, are the most beautiful colors of one stroke, and the most worthy of nostalgia and record.

So, if you want me to sum it up in one sentence, it will echo the author's message at the beginning.

I just want to write countless snow and moon wind flowers, and not miss our most beautiful years.