Chapter 875: Set sail, the most beautiful years

Didn’t you see that Qiong Yao's drama was performed downstairs in the dormitory just now?
If I say a few more words, I’m afraid I’ll have to change it to chainsaw panic.
In the end, Wen Yan didn't call her girlfriend and his girlfriend's bedroom friends together. In this extremely embarrassing atmosphere, the four handsome men of 403 dragged the two who had not had time to reunite after a long absence and had a meal in the school restaurant. rice.
During this period, Wenyan spoke occasionally, all of which were humorous and charming.
Shao Bingran silently looked at Wei Sheng who was sitting across from him, opened his mouth several times, swallowing all the words back, and finally bowed his head with his eyes shining, and muttered silently: It's good to be alive.
Indeed, this moment is like a dream for people who have met Wei Sheng, a person who has been dead for three years, a person whose household registration has been revoked, and all traces have been erased from this world. It just appeared before their eyes, fresh and bright.
Wei Sheng treated several of Cui Xian’s roommates with knowledge and politeness. He could see the changes in the past three years in a proper manner, as if he was a little bit more calm and calm, and a little more mature and wisdom.
Supporting the audience is Rong Xiaoshan.
Although it doesn't seem that Wenyan's humor is biased, it is even more stupid.
"Then how did you die in the first place?"
"There was an accident."
"What's the accident?" he asked the bottom line.
Wei Sheng didn't laugh.
"Then what have you done in the past three years? Why haven't you come back to contact Cui Xian?"
Wei Sheng glanced sideways at Cui Xian, "The injury is relatively serious, and I have been recovering from the outside. I have some difficulties, but I have to."
Cui Xian stared at the tableware in front of him, only blinking his eyes on his cold face.
Rong Xiaoshan nodded his head seemingly understandable when he heard the words, "It is estimated that the injury is serious. Has your household registration been restored? How did you recover?"
"Go to the Public Security Bureau."
"that's it?"
"that's it."
"Then have you taken the college entrance examination? How did you start school? Which dormitory of yours, maybe I know your dormitory, let them take care of you?" Rong Xiaoshan grinned with toothbrushes again.
"Room 407, 3 buildings in Area A." Wei Sheng only answered the last question.
And Rong Xiaoshan obviously doesn’t care about anything else, but he doesn’t want him to jump up high when he hears that, "Huh? Colonel Ge spends their sleep! I, I, I, I rely on! Cui Xian! Thanks to you! Brothers are developed !"
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In the evening, the setting sun faded, leaving the deepest glow of red on the ground.
The campus is surrounded by trees and trees, walking on the asphalt road beside the basketball court, looking at the figure galloping on the huge field inside the barbed wire fence.
There are more than a dozen basketball hoops, and only a few boys are grabbing the ball and jumping in front of a basketball hoop. The impact of the basketball on the ground creates a hollow bang, which makes people feel the truth and confirm the truth.
Cui Xian also looked sideways at the basketball court.
The two walked side by side, and no one spoke from the hotel, and even the air seemed a bit quiet.
Three years is enough to change a lot. It can make the face fade away, and it can make a story accumulate in the heart. That story belongs to me, to you, but not to us.
The time of failure to participate is like an invisible wall. It can also make the two hands that should be easily held, after the indecisiveness after the initial excitement has faded, they finally hang on both sides of the pants line.
Wei Sheng looked at him sideways. Cui Xian has changed a lot in the past three years, and he has undoubtedly gradually overlapped with the familiar face of later generations.
The snow-white T-shirt, the off-white stand-up collar coat, the long body, the black short hair is clean and crisp, and it is quietly fitted, and then gently raised in the breeze, setting off the beautiful and beautiful face, completely clean, Only three years ago, there seemed to be a lot of cold air.
He stared straight ahead, his body was straight, his slender legs moved forward quietly, neither fast nor slow.
Familiar, but also a little more strange because of the gap of time.
"Cui Xian..." Wei Sheng's heart contracted inexplicably, standing still and looking sideways at the basketball court inside the wire fence, the man in front also stopped.
Wei Sheng pursed his lips, and on his slender face, a pair of eyes looked towards the venue a little sadly.
"Sorry, a lot of things have happened in the past three years. I did suffer a serious injury." She quietly watched a boy leap and jump into the frame, and then the ball fell to the ground with a series of bangs. There have been too many unpredictable situations in the past three years, either gloomy, desperate, or impossible.
She could contact Liu Jianren, Cyril, or her parents later, but Cui Xian's current identity made Kong Zhandong feel jealous. In fact, this is no longer important at all, but she does owe him an explanation.
"So I can't..."
Before the voice fell, his shoulders were turned around. Wei Sheng opened his eyes, looking at the Qingjun face that suddenly approached, his back suddenly leaned on the wire fence behind him, his lips were touched and slightly tightened.
He wrapped one hand around her waist, and put the other hand into the long hair on the back of her head. The light and sweet breath immediately filled his mouth and nose. He cracked the tooth shell madly, as if to be familiar and mixed with that. With the unfamiliar breath resisting death entanglement.
After the initial tremor, Wei Sheng began to respond jerkily, and finally slowly moved his hands up, wrapping around his waist.
Hugged tightly.
The longing is like the tide that bursts a bank, and it can no longer be restrained from surging out. I don't know whose tears are soaked between my mouth. It is obviously salty, but it makes my heart sour.
That's it.
He held her face and slowly outlined the eyebrows with his thumb, as he looked at it carefully as he was young, his cold face is covered with mist, but he is a little firmer and calmer than before.
"It's ok."
"It's fine to live..."
"You can't take risks in the future."
"Can't leave my sight anymore."
"Wei Sheng..."
He stared at her, looked at her with a hoarse voice, until two lines of tears finally slipped off the deserted face, and he stood straight and turned his body sideways.
Wei Sheng leaned back against the wire fence, wiped away the tears with his thumb, and smiled.
Simply, back.
Three years have made us better people, and we met again in the most beautiful years.
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In the 403 bedroom, Rong Xiaoshan returned to the room and began to shake his head with emotion, "This time, it’s okay. Even Cui Xian, who is the least likely to be a target, has a girlfriend! Shao Bingran, the bedroom is just the two of us. What do you think of us? Is it that pitiful?"
Turning his head, he saw Shao Bingran stepping into the room with a blank gaze, and he leaned back against the wall next to the door and fell into contemplation.
Rong Xiaoshan pushed the frame of his glasses puzzledly, turned on and sat at the computer desk, browsing at will.
But when I entered the laughter forum, he exclaimed, "Come and see!"