In the distance, Xin Ming was shaking his hand and holding a book in his hand. Say goodbye to the same kiosk. Zhou Xiaoting rode a 30-year-old bicycle and made a squeaky sound.

Xin Ming got some materials and a fishing rod, he looked at the island stupidly, everything on the bird always seemed so beautiful. The reddish-purple sky against the island is stunning.

The next day, the weather was fine, and he took a small inn to the island, which was only a hundred square meters. Zhou Xinming built a small wooden house in the center of the island with wood and bricks.

He did it one day, and one day after another. He dug a basement, built a small tree house on the tallest tree, and built a small wooden stack. He did this until the beginning of April.

The next day is the Qingming Festival, and the school is closed as usual. Zhou Xiaoting took Yibang's classmates to the shore, and the two small wooden stacks were full of people.

They soon went to the island, which was a pleasant environment, and a pleasant spring breeze was blowing, and it was the first time they had come to such a place. The water rippled and shimmered. It's always so quiet.

Wang Huohua and Huang Zishui came to the wooden house. Wang Huohua is still meticulously recorded. Huang Zishui glanced at Huohua and wrote a sentence: Dear Xue Yanjing, why do you like Qianyang him? I ......"

Huang Zishui has the black material of the black material king again, isn't this an interesting thing? He seemed to suddenly understand something, didn't the king of black material just want to eliminate the enemy? Zishui was about to laugh, he walked down quickly, and happened to run into the two fish caught in Wang Xingpu's hands.

Zishui looked at Xingpu, patted his kidney, and then pulled him to the grass on the side with a smile on his face, which was almost close to the shore. Zishui whispered to Xingpu what he saw and felt.

Xingpu also listened carefully, like an enthusiastic melon eater.

After a while, the news spread like wind across the island.

Zhou Xiaoting was watching his friend Xue Yanjing and Xu Qianyang sitting together in the wooden house, as if he was thinking about something.

Suddenly, Li Rixi broke in. Zhou Xiaoting was stunned for a moment, and said to Rixi like an adult:

"What! You crazy boy. ”

Rixi didn't answer, so he added fuel and vinegar to the matter of Huohua. It made Xiaoting uncomfortable.

Xue Yanjing lay on the ground gently, recalling the past and couldn't help but be shy. Thinking that Huohua might still be looking at her in the dark, she subconsciously looked behind her, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, a figure came from the other side of the house. She told Qianyang to go away first, and greeted herself. Because she knew it was a kiosk.

Xiaoting walked and made a special rustling sound, and Yan Jing greeted him. Xiaoting seemed to be very serious about Huohua.

Qianyang, who couldn't go far, was almost startled, and he silently walked away to keep Huohua in his heart. Yanjing is also red-faced, and he doesn't know what to do. She clasped her hands together, hoping that God would help her choose the path of life.