Unfortunately, just when he had this impulse, Arnold walked in and said, "Young Master Long, the Holy Lord is looking for you."
Long Zhutian's face, which was originally full of tenderness, changed in an instant and returned to coldness. A cold light passed through his slightly blue pupils, sending a slight chill down Arnold's spine.
"Meimei, I have something to do, so we won't talk anymore."
Although Long Zhutian's tone was still gentle, Yang Zimei still felt a slight change, and she also heard Arnold's voice on the other side of the phone.
These days, her English listening has improved, and she roughly understands what someone is looking for.
"Go ahead, love you and wait for you!"
Yang Zimei said reluctantly.
"Love you!"
Long Zhutian's tone was solemn and tender, and he said these two words that Yang Zimei would never tire of hearing.
After saying that, he hung up the phone in a hurry.
"Young Master Long——"
Arnold looked at Long Zhutian with worried eyes, "Can't you let go?"
Long Zhutian gave him a cold look, turned around and walked out without humming...
*
Holding the phone, I listened to the beeping busy tone.
Yang Zimei felt disappointed.
Standing by the river, blowing the river breeze, quietly recalling every moment of getting along with Long Zhutian, feeling a burst of joy and a moment of infinite melancholy.
Suddenly, someone rushed towards her like a gust of wind, reaching out his hand to grab her arm.
Yang Zimei dodged...
The man's hand was in vain.
"Classmate, don't be confused!"
A clear voice shouted, as if he wanted to reach out to her, but he didn't dare, as if she was made of bubbles and would break if he stretched out his hand.
Don't think too hard?
Yang Zimei looked at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him in confusion.
This is a very handsome and clean boy, wearing the black and white uniform of Guangyuan Middle School. His hair is short and flat. His eyelashes are particularly prominent on his face. They are thick, long and slightly curly. He is probably very jealous of other girls.
He was looking at himself anxiously, and pointed to his feet, making gestures, lowering his voice, and saying with gentle inducement, "Classmate, you are still young, young and beautiful, and you have a long road ahead in life. Don't be discouraged because of some things."
If you can't think about it, no matter what happens, just grit your teeth and it will pass..."
Yang Zimei looked at him in confusion, wondering why he said such things to her, "What are you talking about?"
"What I mean is that you stand here first. Don't stand here. It's very dangerous. If you have any difficulties, you can talk to me. I am willing to be your dumpster."
The boy said anxiously.
Yang Zimei looked down at his feet and found that he was standing on the edge of the bridge. If he was not careful, he would miss the mark and fall into the river. The situation was indeed very dangerous.
She understood that the boy who had just rushed over and stretched out his hand to catch her originally thought that he was going to commit suicide by jumping into the river if he couldn't see away.
She blinked her eyes, with a hint of cunning in her eyes, smiled faintly at the boy, and then turned over...
The whole person fell down towards the river.
"don't want!"
The boy yelled and reached out to grab her, but he grabbed nothing.
Yang Zimei had already fallen into the river with a pop...
The boy threw his bag on the ground and jumped down too.
After falling into the bottomless river, he discovered that he didn't know how to swim.
"Help……"
He flopped in the water, screamed in horror, choked with a mouthful of river water, and sank.