The sad autumn is just like their mood at the moment.
In school, gossip is inevitable.
I passed under the shade of that tree after school.
From the perspective of Yu and others, are Ze and Mu Ling'er hugging!?
Yu felt that her eyes were blurred and she couldn't see anything.
"Yu, let's go." The two best friends advised them. They really had a lot of troubles. They shook their heads with a wry smile.
"Brother Ze, that Mo Xinyu is a vicious woman. I really like you."
"Ling'er, even without her, you and I wouldn't be possible. I have always regarded you as my sister, nothing more."
Yin Yize, you are so cruel, why? Why can't I do the same?
They also returned to the indifference they had before the start of school.
We all feel like strangers, which is really uncomfortable.
I really can't stand this embarrassing atmosphere.
"Xue, let's go abroad for a walk. We just go out to relax, and the piano competition is about to start anyway." Xuan said weakly, she had really had enough these past few days.
"Well, I'm going back to London to participate in the costume competition." Xue felt a little sad. Since when had she become so sentimental? It's really funny.
"Then I also want to go to New York. I heard there is a network hacking competition." Yu is not in the mood to stay in this sad place. Maybe if he escapes here, his heart will not hurt so much.
The three mothers came all night after hearing the news that they were going back abroad.
"Xiaoxue, do you really want to go back?"
"Yu'er, have you been wronged in any way?"
"Who dares to bully my precious daughter? Is he tired of living?" Xuan's mother.
The three girls smiled bitterly, "Mommy, don't worry so much. We just have to go back abroad to participate in the competition."
"Competition??? What competition???" The three mothers were confused.
"I can tell you, but you have to keep it secret for us!"
The three mothers nodded cutely.
"I'm ice!"
"I am the little piano princess!"
"I am the cyber hacker god of death!"
"What!?" the three mothers exclaimed.
"Oh my God! My daughter is actually the mysterious chief designer!!!"
"My daughter is actually a little piano princess who has won the piano competition ten times in a row!!!"
"The most, most terrifying thing is that my daughter is the god of death who plays tricks on various companies!!!"
The three mothers patted their chests. Fortunately, their hearts could bear the load.
If it were revealed that their daughters were the idols they followed crazily, wouldn't they laugh to death?
Every time the clothes designed by Xue came out, they would be sold out and she couldn't buy them. This made her wonder for a long time. If she had known that Ice was her precious daughter, she could have asked her to design a few sets for her.
Ha ha.
Every time Xuan performed, Xuan's mother would go to the venue to watch, and she also emphasized that she had to buy tickets in the first row. She never expected that the world-famous little piano princess was her daughter.
Yu’s mother also particularly likes to watch the latest news about the “God of Death”. She always thinks “The God of Death” is cool.
"Well, you should take good care of yourselves when you go abroad." The three mothers sighed.
They also knew that due to their personalities they would not say anything. Even if they didn't say anything, the three mothers had a rough guess.
There is nothing they can do about emotional problems, forget it, let them face it by themselves.
And they also believe that their daughters can handle it.
"Yes, we will." The three girls replied.
Airport boarding gate.
"Well, goodbye. You all should be happy when I see you next time." Xue gave them a hug.
"Okay!" But it's hard.
They hugged each other excitedly.
Although, they are all deceiving themselves.
The three of them met at the airport, parted ways, and flew to different countries.
Maybe it would be better if we can't see each other - Snow
Why don’t we even have the most basic trust between us? Have we been fake along the way? Haha - Yu
It was you who buried our love with your own hands——Xuan
Love is a flower growing on the edge of a cliff, more terrifying than a rose with thorns.
The plane took off slowly.
The throbbing scars in our hearts, in the light and shadow of the passing years, are we destined to end like this?