Chapter 718 The Most Romantic Thing - Coincidental Encounter (Part 1)
"so what?"
Ouyang Fuqian looked towards Liu Ruixuan.
The night is as quiet as an ink landscape painting.
On the western horizon, the slender first quarter moon finally disappeared among the trees in the distance.
"So, I know you are Qianqian!"
Liu Ruixuan said in a low voice, his voice mixed with a touch of sadness, inexplicable joy, and infinite relief, "You are my Qianqian, the person I miss so much!"
"I told you, I'm not..."
Ouyang Fuqian subconsciously stepped back, but Liu Ruixuan stretched out his hand and pulled her back. She was wrapped in his arms, and she could smell the faint lemon smell on his body.
That's the flavor she likes too.
"You are!" Liu Ruixuan lowered his voice and looked at the person in front of him, "I've known about it since my freshman semester, but I always thought that Shangguan Chen was your boyfriend, so..."
"He's not." Ouyang Fuqian blurted out, subconsciously looking away in the distance.
She is afraid, and she is also worried that if this continues, she will really sink into it and be unwilling to come out!
"I know, I know everything, but," Liu Ruixuan looked at Ouyang Fuqian's profile steadily, "I didn't know it at that time. It took me a long time to realize that that sudden
You appear occasionally, but it always makes me feel that the inexplicably familiar person is you."
Ouyang Fuqian's nose suddenly became sore.
So why isn't she?
It took her a long time to find out that Liu Ruixuan originally studied at Yunling Middle School.
If she hadn't been forced to go to the bookstore by Shangguan Yun that day, then she wouldn't have seen the newly released "Boys". The murmurs of middle school students she had never read were nothing more than nonsense.
Shangguan Yun smiled and looked at the bookstall again and again, choosing again and again, but never made up his mind which book to choose.
In desperation, she picked up the noise in front of her, flipped through it casually, and saw the shocking three people at a glance: Liu Ruixuan.
My eyes dropped and I saw a few lines of poetry.
"Lovesickness" It's always on such a cold and cold night/The color of dreams is very light, very light/The crescent outside the window is very curved, very curved/……………………
As she looked at it, she began to feel sad for no reason.
Liu Ruixuan? That name that had been silent for many years suddenly came to life, and it was like the past many years ago.
That delicate and fair boy? That small but green campus? That light blue stationery? That exquisite hourglass, and that Grandpa Li who always cared for her, and...
Her head started to hurt terribly again.
The hand in the book suddenly fell to the bookshelf in front of him, and he put his hands on the bookshelf.
She didn't want to recall or mention those Shen Feng memories. Every time she thought about them, she always had a headache.
"Qianqian." Shangguan Yun immediately rushed over and helped her, "Are you okay?"
She shook her head, closed her eyes and paused for a moment, then opened her eyes and smiled faintly at Shangguan Yun: "I'm fine."
"It's over, it's all over? You still have me." Shangguan Yun put his arms around her shoulders and said distressedly, "I will accompany you on a good journey. Let the past go."
Ouyang Fuqian said nothing, leaned on Shangguan Yun's shoulder, raised his hand and rubbed his temples.
"I'll do it." Shangguan Yun raised his hand, wanting to help Ouyang pay and rub his temples.
"No, just let me lean on you for a while." Ouyang Fuqian Ouyang Qianqian smiled slightly. Shantou leaned on the shoulder of tens of thousands of yuan again.
Well, Shangguan Yun received a gentle touch, and the hand that was originally raised was gently placed on Ouyang's father's shoulder. Just now, what happened? What reminded you of those past events again.
He doesn't know much about Qian Qian. He already knows about all of your characters. He just doesn't know. What kind of people and things are there in this collection of money that can bring back the pain that Qian Qian once felt.
What about memories.
In the blink of an eye, five or six years have passed. But until now, the future seems to have not come out of that shadow. Deep in his heart, he still feels...
I always thought he was Su Qinqin. It was too late. I didn’t know or didn’t want to admit that I was Ouyang Qianqian. The Ouyang who grew up with her, Shangguan Yun, paid the bills.
Unintentionally, he looked through his diary and saw those things that happened in Liujiacun Primary School, which was 1,000 meters away. He began to understand that he was just blaming himself. He shouldn't.
Su Qianqian was asked to go there. Later, or 4,000 yuan, he found out that he was seriously ill. In a super accident, someone accidentally crossed the road. When taking his uncle to park the car, Qianqian was knocked down.
After he heard the news, he immediately fainted. If he wanted them to live well on his behalf, he knew that his sister's heart was not very good, so he was willing to donate his own heart to Qiqi.
No, he didn't believe it. He didn't believe that all this was true. She was going to see her. Look at that sister he had always regarded as a treasure.
He doesn't even want to have that operation, just get married. Don't think that you...
Don't think that you are a Suqianqian.
Shangguan Yun gently raised his hand to Ouyang Shuanqian. Ouyang Shuqian was too lazy to lift his ear and gently held his shoulder. Just because they were unwilling to admit it, they would not force him. One day, he would
I will have a clear understanding. The current situation is also excellent.
Regardless of whether he found the magazine in front of Qinqin, the boy, Ping, or Doctor Li would not read it.
Are you okay? The old man who was closing the stall looked at the two of them and said angrily. If you feel uncomfortable, go to the hospital as soon as possible.
We looked at the clouds and laughed softly. We were just blown by the wind.
The old man at the bookstall glanced at them, turned his head away, and went over without saying a word.
Are you feeling better? He asked softly, looking down at Ouyang Pianqian.
Much better. I paid the euro and stood up straight. I reached out and took the boy in front of me. The old man at the trendy bookstall looked over. How much is this book?
In March, the old man glanced at Ouyang's superficial hand and said angrily. This book has been selling very well recently, and this is the last one left.
As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a voice coming over, "Master, are there any new boys?"
The old man turned his head towards the sun and looked over superficially. Your eyes asked. Am I right? Do you want to buy it or not?
I wanted to pay, so I nodded, took out three coins from my pocket and handed them over. In Shangguan Yun's really bad eyes, I watched him leave the bookstall.
He found out later that day. Xiao Rui arrived at Yunlin Middle School. Xiao Rui had already published many prose poems in boys' magazines. The reason cannot be explained in detail.