Her voice came muffled from his arms. Gu Yebai was startled, and the mocking arc on his lips deepened. Did he care about her so obviously that even she, who was so clumsy, could see it? His heart tensed, "You can ask Susan to tell me that something is wrong with you."
"I can't let Shan know about you..." she said quietly.
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Youyan just wanted to slap himself hard. What did she say
The warmth of the previous moment suddenly disappeared, and she was pushed away hard.
"It turns out that watching a movie with me is such a shameful thing. Thank you for telling me. I take back what I just said. You don't have to come to me again. I will send you back now, and all the agreements between us are over."
Staring at the stern look in the man's eyes, Youyan felt that her heart was suddenly hollowed out.
She thought she already knew the answer.
She just thought she liked Wei Zijian, but she really liked the man in front of her.
It's just that she had congenital heart disease... Her grandmother and mother died very early. With such a disease that has a low survival rate, can she like someone? Is she still qualified to give him happiness
Have it…
The fragrance of the eagle's tail flowers was still charming, but her heart was filled with silence.
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Looking at the back of the man carrying the woman away, Huai'an's body slowly slid down the tree, and her eyes felt sour for a while.
As soon as the man took Lu Youyan away from Chi Pu, her feet no longer obeyed her, and she walked through the crowd and followed them quietly. Gu Yebai was a sharp and deep man. She knew this very well and did not dare to follow him too closely.
When she caught up here, she only saw him holding Lu Youyan in his arms, stroking her lips with his fingers. What had they done before? Did he kiss her? How did they meet and what is their relationship? Lover
Gu Yebai, do you like Lu Youyan? What is it about her that you like? Does she understand your hidden talents
She fell to the ground, and the memory of meeting him for the first time suddenly came out.
In the G library, she was not sure about one of the lines in the translation of a sonnet, and could not type it out for a long time. In a fit of anger, she tore the paper off the notebook, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it on the table.
She rarely behaved this childishly, and she was sure that day was fate.
The ball of paper fell onto the desk of the boy opposite. She was shocked to realize that she had lost her composure. She glanced at the boy from the corner of her eye and saw that he looked sloppy, wearing heavy glasses, with bangs covering his forehead and messy hair.
Unexpectedly, he picked up the paper ball and glanced at it, "Is this garbage yours?"
It's the first time someone calls her stuff rubbish. It's a very special way to strike up a conversation, isn't it? She looked coldly and ignored him. She has seen too many men who strike up conversations.
Suddenly, she saw him unfold the paper ball and look at it carefully.
"What do you know?" She sneered in her heart and continued to think with her head down.
Soon, a piece of paper was pushed in front of her.
She was slightly puzzled, and when she opened it, she saw that there was only one line written on it, and the handwriting was scrawled.
It's the translation of that poem.
She had been worrying about the translation all night, but he solved it in a few minutes, getting it right to the point without losing the meaning.
She had the impression that there was no such person in the foreign language department, and she was shocked. Without a strong foundation in writing, it would never be possible to achieve such accuracy and perfection.
"Is it okay?"
She heard the other party's faint voice, swept away her previous contempt, and nodded.
"Can you do me a favor?" he asked again.
"What?" She was startled.
"when are you leaving?"
"Does it matter?" He wants to date her? Her voice turned cold.
"My friend will be coming over soon, and I want to help him get a seat."
She was stunned for a long time, then slowly put away the textbook.
At the door of the library, she passed by a boy. She suddenly felt something in her heart. She turned around and saw the boy hooking his shoulder and saying something, then he sat down where she had been with a smile.
A thought suddenly flashed through her mind: He wasn't helping his girlfriend get a seat.
That was the first time I met Gu Yebai.
If there is no second meeting, then she is still herself.
That evening, she went for a walk on Yingshan Mountain. On the mountain col, he stood facing the wind, concentrating on painting his painting on the easel. He didn't wear glasses, his face was unobstructed, and his eyes were breathtaking.
A cloud, a cluster of houses, the simplest scenery can be so radiant in his paintings.
His appearance, his paintings, that moment, stunning or something else, she couldn't describe the feeling in her heart.
The painting is signed Ye Ling.
She coughed deliberately, and he focused on his painting. He didn't say much to her except for a nod, but she remembered everything. She thought his name was Ye Ling, but when she inquired about it, she found no such person in the school. It wasn't until I accidentally opened a famous domestic art magazine from my father's friend Professor Zhang and inquired again that I came to my realization.
Just give him up like this? No, she was unwilling.