Chapter 391: Xiaomamei of Bamboo Ma Xiansen (44)

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"How do you feel that you are very unwilling to look like." Ye Zhixuan turned around and looked at her eyes and said softly: "Is there anything?"
I don't know why, his heart is a little uneasi, but he doesn't know the feeling of uneasiness.
"Nothing!" She squinted and shrugged: "What can be done."
Purely not willing, but what can she do?
The system only told her that although the seven-minute time-space reversal was successful, the price paid was seven years.
That is, in an hour, she will disappear from the world for seven years.
In seven years, I said that it is not long, and that short is not short.
"But I think you have something." Ye Zhiqi frowned, his eyes looked a little confused. The uneasiness in the bottom of my heart is also growing stronger.
She lowered her head slightly, and the tip of the pen gently rubbed on the blank book. The sound of a long time belt and a swallowing voice slowly said: "Do you believe that there is parallel time and space in this world?"

Parallel... time and space?
Ye Zhiguang’s light glimpsed, looking at her side that was blocked by her hair, her thin lips and light teeth:
Dust... you... what do you want to say?

For a long time, she shook her head with a smile: "Nothing, maybe I have seen more TV dramas recently, more emotional!"
The teacher conducted a classroom test in class, and she quietly wrote a paragraph on the book that she wanted to say at the moment, but could not say anything.
It’s better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes.
Some things are once a gift, memories are criss-crossed, and erasing memories is a matter of time. Memory is only time.
Ye Zhizhen, I am very glad that I can meet you again and meet you like this. I met you who have never tempered me, so quiet and calm.
If one day, memory runs counter to the years, I hope that time will make you meet better people.
Maybe you and I were not young at the time, but I hope you can still remember how I was when I was young.
- My favorite, Mr. Bamboo.
In the blink of an eye, a crystal teardrop fell on the ball pen, slowly dripping down, and finally fell on the paper, and the layers fainted.
She put her head low and was afraid that her tears would be seen by which classmate.
When you are young, even if you are wronged, you will be sad and you will not let others know.
I always feel that such a gaze is too glaring, it will make people even more embarrassed.
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The rain fell, and the ticking slowly passed into her eardrum.
Originally, she did not want to let her go home, but tonight he seemed to be a special stubborn.
She looked at the watch and had a little time.
Standing at the doorstep, Ye Zhijun never said goodbye, and she could not say these words.
"I believe, there is that place." He held the umbrella, and the light shone in the light, and turned to look at her.
"Ah?" Her voice was slightly hoarse, and she looked at him with a slight dagger, tears in her eyes.
"I believe there is parallel time and space." He slowly took out a paper towel from his pocket and wiped her with some wet hair. The corner of his mouth smiled and said: "But I like this world more."
Because this world has you...
"Well - I like this world too." She turned and the tears in her eyes couldn't help but slash. She licked her lips for a long time: "It's too late, go back."
"Dust--" Ye Zhizhi stepped forward and tried to grab her hand, but slowly fell.
Half-sounding, his cool and sound sounds in the air: "Good night... See you tomorrow."