No way, Shen Mochen misses her just because he hasn't seen her all morning?
Duan Yu, however, seemed to be startled by Shen Mochen's doting tone. He was stunned for a moment, and then he showed a faint smile and stopped asking any more questions.
Just when my eyes glanced at Taozi's helpless but obviously sweet smile, I felt a slight pain in my heart.
Secret love means falling in love with someone in your heart. You can’t tell when or by what chance, but she has already settled in your heart. However, you can’t, don’t want to, and don’t dare to express this feeling. In the end, you can only express it.
This love, this concern, this concern is buried in the deepest part of my heart, and has never been exposed to the light of day.
The most desperate thing in this world is to have a crush on someone who you know is fruitless.
After lunch, everyone took a few group photos at a beautiful place on the top of the mountain, and then took the bus back to school early.
From the quiet temple on Yushuang Mountain to the quiet campus on Sunday, Taozi looked at the blue sky and suddenly expressed the emotion of "stealing half a day's leisure".
"What, you mean you haven't had enough fun yet?" Shen Mochen took Taozi's big backpack and put it on his shoulders. He frowned and said, "It's quite heavy. You carry so much equipment on your back and use it all."
Are you here yet?”
"No..." Taozi withdrew her gaze from the sky, shifted it to Shen Mochen's handsome face, and said sheepishly: "None of the things inside were put to use, except for the packet of tissue paper, which was used during lunch.
I wiped my mouth, and Duan Yu had to carry it for me all morning."
"You... don't do such mindless things in the future." Shen Mochen stretched out his slender white jade fingers, gently poked Tao Zi's forehead, shook his head and sighed.
"Hey... Speaking of Duan Yu, we met an old fortune teller on Yushuang Mountain today..." Taozi thought for a while and then told the story of meeting the master of Shaoyang Temple today. In the end, a pair of
The clear black and white eyes looked at Shen Mochen's slightly wrinkled brows and asked in a low voice: "Do you think the calculation that the master gave us is true or false?"
"Half true and half false." Shen Mochen opened his thin lips and spat out these four words lightly.
"Half true and half false?" Taozi looked at him with confusion, "You mean, he calculated that part of what Duan Yu said was true?"
"No, it's true that he said you were worried about your flat chest..." Shen Mochen reached out and rubbed Taozi's hair, and said with a funny expression: "But then again, you actually plan to go to the Buddha to make a wish for this matter.
?”
"Ouch..." Taozi was immediately annoyed. Why did she tell this matter? But she was annoyed for a moment, then came back to her senses and asked: "Then what do you mean, he calculated the divination for Duan Yu?"
Is it fake?"
"Is this..." Shen Mochen frowned and pondered for a long time, and then whispered: "It can't be said to be completely false... Who knows what happened in the past life? There is no way to verify whether it is true or not, not to mention what we have always accepted.
This is atheistic education, so just listen to this talk of reincarnation."
"But aren't you curious? What would we be like if there really was a past life?" Taozi looked at Shen Mochen with a pair of big moist eyes.
