The Road Turns White Tonight

Her voice was dull from his arms, Gu Yebai froze, the ridiculous arc on her lips deepened, did he care about her so clearly, that she was so clumsy? His heart was tense, "You could have Susan tell me to tell you that something is wrong."

"I can't let Shan know you," she said.

As soon as the words came out, You Yan just wanted to slap himself hard. What's she saying?

The last moment of warmth disappeared immediately, and she was pushed away fiercely.

"It turned out that it was such a shame to watch a movie with me. Thank you for telling me that I would take it back if you had just done it. You don't have to come to me again. I will send you back now.

怔怔 Looking at the sternness in the man's eyes, You Yan just felt hollowed out.

She thought she knew the answer.

Wei Zijian, but he thought he liked it, and the man in front of her really liked it.

However, her congenital heart disease grandmother and mother died very early. This kind of disease with a low survival rate, can she like someone alone? Is she still qualified to give him happiness?

Have it

The scent of lotus flower is still charming, but her heart is silent.

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Watching the back of the man holding the woman away, Huai An slid down slowly from the tree, his eyes were once sour.

After that person took Lu Youyan away from Chi Yan's hands, her feet no longer listened to her call, walked through the crowd, and quietly followed them. Gu Yebai is a sharp and deep man. She knows this very well and doesn't dare to get too close.

When chasing here, she only saw him holding Lu Youyan in her arms and rubbing her lips with her fingers. What had they done before that? Did he kiss her? How did they meet, and what was the relationship? Lovers?

Gu Yebai, do you like Lu Youyan? What is she worth to you? Does she understand your talent?

She fell to the ground, and the memory of him at the first sight suddenly burst out.

In the large library, there was a translation of a sonnet, one of which she couldn't understand, and she couldn't knock it down for a long time. In one stroke, she tore the paper off the book, kneaded it into a ball, and threw it on the table.

She rarely had such a childish act, and she was sure that day was fate.

The paper ball fell to the boy's table opposite her, and she was shocked that she was gazed. The corner of her eyes was slightly swept away, and she saw that the other party looked emaciated, wearing heavy glasses, covering her forehead, and messing her hair.

Unexpectedly, he picked up the paper ball and glanced at it, "This garbage is yours?"

The first time someone said her stuff was rubbish, wasn't it a special way of talking? She looked cold and ignored. She's seen more men who have talked.

Suddenly, she saw him unroll the paper ball and looked carefully.

"What do you know?" She sneered in her heart and continued to look down.

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Soon, a piece of paper was pushed in front of her.

She was slightly puzzled, and opened it for a look. There was only one line written on it, and the handwriting was scribbled.

It is a translation of that poem.

She was distressed by the translation for one night, and he resolved it within a few minutes.

In her impression, there is no such person in the Department of Foreign Languages. She was shocked in her heart. The wording, without a solid foundation, could never achieve such accuracy and extremeness.

"OK?"

She heard the other's faint voice, and nodded at the disdain just now.

"Can you do me a favor?" He asked again.

"What?" She frowned.

"when are you leaving?"

"Does it matter?" He wanted to date her? Her voice chilled.

"My friend will come over a moment and I want to help him get a seat."

After a short while, she slowly put away her textbooks.

At the library door, she passed by a boy. She suddenly moved in her heart and turned to look at it. Sure enough, she saw what the boy was holding his shoulder to say something, and then sat down with a smile on her seat.

Suddenly a thought flashed through her mind: He wasn't helping his girlfriend get a seat.

That was the first time I met Gu Yebai.

If she didn't meet for the second time, she would still be her.

That evening, she went for a walk on Mount Ying, and he stood on the wind, drawing his painting on the easel with all his attention. He didn't wear glasses, he didn't have any concealment on his face, and his eyes were stunning.

A cloud of cloud, a cluster of houses, the simplest scenery in his pen can be so bright.

His looks, his paintings, that moment, stunning or something else, she couldn't describe the feeling in her heart.

The style on the painting is Ye Ling.

She deliberately coughed, and he focused on his paintings. She didn't talk to her except for a nod, but she remembered everything. She thought his name was Ye Ling, but after asking about it, there was no such person in the school. It was not until he accidentally opened a well-known domestic art magazine with his father's friend Professor Zhang and inquired again, that he had no enlightenment.

Just give him up? No, she is not reconciled.

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