Now, she feels that the distance between herself and Zhang Jiaze's soul has been shortened one step further. This man, who once loved him deeply, is now more mature and handsome than before. It's no wonder that in the thirties, it is the time when men are in their prime.

Originally, the tall image that Zhang Yang had built in her mind collapsed because of the accidental discovery of a mobile phone. After so many years of earthly baptism, the memories of youth have come back to nothing. She remembered that spring, when the class went out on a spring outing to an underground cave, and he was at the back of the line with her. He had a fear of heights, and he was too frightened to take a step forward as he looked up the spiraling stairs. At the critical moment, she took the initiative to reach out her hand, held his hand tightly, and said, "Let's go!" ”

He held his breath, his heart beating hard as he was held by her weak, boneless hand for the first time. He made up his mind, and just like that, he followed her, and climbed up the high hole step by step.

At that time, she was his goddess. As long as she gives an order, even if it is to pick stars in the sky, he will never look back.

Today, life is better than before, but the passion of the original can never be found again.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, they could sit together again, reminiscing about those past events and reminiscing about those youths together.

A person, as he grows older, will miss his youth more and more, and time cannot be turned back, which is the most helpless thing in the world.

It is precisely because of these helplessness that those memories of youth seem so beautiful. It's just that no one would know how much they would miss that time years later.

Hua Xingcan looked at Zhang Jiaze and said faintly: "You say...... Can we go back? ”

Zhang Jiaze smiled: "Go back?" I think...... You can't go back, can you? ”

Hua Xingcan suddenly tilted his head and leaned on Zhang Jiaze's chest, Zhang Jiaze was taken aback by this move, his heart beat like a drum, and his thoughts struggled violently. He said in his heart: This is not true, this is not true.

Smelling the faint smell of Hua Xingcan's shampoo, it is still the original formula, and it is still a familiar smell.

According to the plan, Zhang Jiaze should stretch out a pair of arms and gently hold her in his arms. Then, he lowered his head and kissed her affectionately, the earth was desolate, and the sea was dry and rotten.

It's a scenario he's dreamed of for years, and it's about to come true.

However, he found that his arm did not seem to obey the call and could not be lifted for a long time. His arm seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he couldn't move it at all. He didn't know what was wrong.

Hua Xingcan enjoyed this moment of tranquility. She buried her head in Zhang Jiaze's chest, and her ears could hear a pounding heartbeat. She closed her eyes slightly, enjoying this rare moment. She didn't know where she got the courage, but in short, they leaned together like this.

Time froze in that moment.

Zhang Jiaze let her gently lean on her chest, not daring to move, for fear that even a slight movement of her would wake her up from her good dreams.

Hua Xingcan seemed to be asleep, like a cat, and occasionally curled up, making a slight "um-hum" sound in his nostrils, which made Zhang Jiaze's heart beat like a drum. He lowered his head slightly, and at this moment, her hair, her fair face, her sexy flaming red lips, her fair neck...... Everything is so real, so close. He could clearly feel that the red lips were rising higher and higher, and slowly, they were about to make contact with his lips. Even the hairs on her lips were clearly visible.

His heart was racing.

He thought too much, desperate, and frantically entangled with her.