Shi Rong was surprised in his heart, and suddenly felt that his body was light, and the person was already in mid-air.

She subconsciously grabbed the other party's shirt, looked up and met the other party's smiling face: "Afraid that I will throw you down?" ”

"Mr. Huo, next time you walk quietly, don't be like a cat, silent."

"It's because your ears aren't sensitive enough."

Huo Yijun carried her down the stairs.

He hugged him easily, his arms were firm, and Shi Rong smelled the faint scent of laundry soap coming from him, and his whole body relaxed, and he rested his head on his chest.

Huo Yijun felt her change and smiled slightly.

From the reflexive resistance at the beginning, to the current habits, and even began to take the initiative to find the most comfortable position in his arms, the wrinkles in Huo Yijun's heart were ironed out little by little.

Become soft and serene.

"Huo Yijun." She called out to him suddenly.

"Huh?"

"I suddenly felt that you were a little familiar."

"Where have you seen me?" He asked as he walked down the stairs unhurriedly, raising a slight eyebrow.

"More than four years ago."

"Where?"

"On the day of my high school graduation ceremony, my classmates and I exchanged autographs for commemorative books, and suddenly the pen ran out of ink, and someone handed me a pen. That person ......" Shi Rong reached out and stroked the broken hair on his forehead and looked into his eyes, "That person is you." ”

Huo Yijun curled his lips: "It's me." ”

At that time, Shi Rong thought it was a classmate, took the pen casually, thanked him, and when he heard the exclamation of the female classmates around him, he raised his head to look over, and only had time to see his side face, and then he was surrounded by several people and walked away.

"Wait for me!"

Shi Rong suddenly remembered something, jumped out of his arms, jumped back to the cloakroom with one foot, turned out an old suitcase, opened it and flipped through it, and sure enough, he found the commemorative book.

A black pen is hooked on the title page.

She picked up the pen and looked at it carefully, and found something she hadn't noticed before.

On the cap of the fountain pen, there are three extremely small and delicate letters, which are the beginning of Huo Yijun's name in pinyin.

"Really! You see! ”

Shi Rong raised his pen in surprise and turned back to Huo Yijun to see.

Huo Yijun leaned against the door, looking at her happy face with a smile: "Why do you keep it all the time." ”

"How can I not keep it, this is my youth."

Shi Rong patted the commemorative book, "This pen is very exquisite, and it is very expensive at first glance, when I asked my classmates, no one claimed it, so I had to take it first." Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, four years have passed. It turns out that we really have a fate, hey! ”

"yes, yes, what a coincidence."

Huo Yijun smiled.

How did she know that the incident she thought was just a casual coincidence four years ago was actually a deliberate close consideration by him.

At that graduation ceremony, he originally just went through the motions, and he didn't even need to sit in the audience to leave.

However, in order to take another look at the girl who played the violin, he insisted on watching the whole ceremony.

After the ceremony, a group of young boys and girls from the graduating class gathered together to laugh and part.

The girl who played the violin was also among them, surrounded by a group of people to write a commemorative book.

The accompanying principal probably still doesn't understand why Huo Shao didn't leave directly from the VIP passage, and had to pass through the noisy group of students, and even stayed for a moment and gave his pen to a girl.