Chapter 393: Xiaomamei of Zhuma Xiansen (46)

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Because it is a centennial celebration, there are so many people in the dream, and almost every place can see celebrities who used to be in this school.
There is a school, there is also a school flower school grass.
Luo Dust pushed the sunglasses that covered half of her face. She put her hands in the big red jacket and walked toward the school.
The air still fascinated with the smell of the camphor tree, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath to have a feeling of returning to the year of high school.
They are also wearing red and blue school uniforms, and they will not turn back for the so-called youth.
Just as she was immersed in the memory of the annual ring, the sound behind her broke all her silence.
"Ye Zong, come here, come on -"
"Director Lin."
"Old, you have to retire! It’s the world of your young people!"
She didn't listen to a word when she was a long-length guest. There were only three words like cool water in the ear - Director Lin.
She found that she was still as embarrassed as she was at the beginning, and she could only stand back to him, and she did not even have the courage to turn around and look at it.
"You are as spirited as you were." Ye Zhizhi's voice is still as good as it used to be.
I’m so tired of listening...
Only in his speech, there is a touch of commercial taste.
Not as clear and pure as before.
"Remember that you were at school and..."
"And who?" A sweet voice came into the eardrum and let her turn around at this moment.
The girl kissed his hand with a relative, and looked at Director Lin with a sweet smile. "Director, tell me about it. I used to talk about it in high school. It wouldn’t be that he would talk at that time. I am in love!"
"Don't mess around!" Ye Zhi's eyebrows tipped, and the faint tone was cold. His eyes unconsciously look around, as if he is sensing what he is, trying to find the familiar figure.
Luo dumped the dust behind the camphor tree, and the heart unconsciously accelerated.
She licked her head and looked at Ye Zhizhi, not far away, with a faint mist in her eyes.
He faded the school uniform and put on a mature suit. Between the eyebrows, it is still as imposing as the year, handsome looks like it will shine.
The people around him seem to have seen the leaves of the leaves, in order to surround them.
Some are teachers of the year, and some are classmates of the year.
"Well, Ye Zhizhen, I haven't seen you for a long time." It was a familiar voice, and Luo dusted his eyes and saw the face of the man through the leaves.
Bei Xiaoshi...
When Ye Zhijun saw her, she was obviously slightly stunned. It seemed that she was seeing another person through another association.
For a long time, his eyes were deep and gradually faint.
"Long time no see -" He nodded politely, his voice was cold.
Bei Xiao Shi's brows frowned, and there was a trace of pity in his eyes. He said: "The things of the past, let the past pass it! We all know that she won't return..."
"Sorry, I missed it." He almost turned around without hesitation.
Bei Xiaoshi stood in the same place, sighed deeply and his eyes were red.
It is indeed too far-fetched for her to convince the boy with such words that she does not believe.
For seven years, some people say that seven years is a reincarnation. If you pray in your heart, the people you read in your heart will meet you again.
She closed her eyes and flashed the girl's name.
The name of the only best friend of her life.
If you are still alive, come back soon!
Whether it is me or Ye Zhizhen, I am almost unable to hold it.
You have disappeared completely, seven years...