"Do you know what my wish is?" On the stage, Yi Feng stood in front of the magic master: "Does the master know what I am thinking? If your magic power is boundless, you should know!"
"Magicians are not gods." Master Tuoquan said, "But I know better than you what you are thinking! You think you want to worship me as your teacher, but... that's not the case at all!"
"Eh?"
Yi Feng was surprised and couldn't help but look surprised and disbelieving: "I came today because I just want to worship you as my teacher, Master."
"Close your eyes."
Master Tuoquan's magic words seemed to have an unspeakable hypnotic power for Yi Feng. Yi Feng slowly closed his eyes; his brows furrowed, what was he experiencing?
Out of curiosity, I didn't know why, so I slowly closed my eyes... I seemed to see a scene, on the beautiful grassland by the river in the school, Yifeng was holding a bouquet of flowers...
There was a girl sitting by the river. She was wearing a school uniform and had beautiful curly hair. She faced Yifeng with her beautiful back.
She turned her head gently, and I only saw half of her face, but I still recognized her as the girl in Yi Feng's painting. "Qing Zhirou, I have something to say to you..."
Yi Feng held flowers and walked towards the girl.
His eyes were full of expectation, giving him a feeling of youthful youth.
"I know what you're going to say to me."
The girl did not look back, and said in a cold voice: "There is a kind of person who will not make you passionate, but will make you feel like a spring breeze; there is a kind of person who will not occupy your sight, but will pull your emotions. No one will
I'm sorry for making me feel this way again! You are not my cup of tea."
"Light and soft..." Yi Feng's eyes were melancholy.
"Yi Feng, I believe you will find a girl who is more suitable for you."
The girl cruelly rejected Yi Feng's love. In an instant, I saw Yi Feng's suppressed tears welling up in her eyes.
"Please don't cry..."
The girl then said that she seemed to have a pair of clairvoyant eyes and could see every move of Yi Feng, "I hate boys crying the most. Crying looks very fragile, so I hate it."
"..."
Yi Feng rubbed his eyes, but the tears did not flow out in the end.