Chapter 745 The Most Romantic Thing - Wet Green Shirt (Part 2)
them?
Xiao Rui, him?
Ouyang Fuqian's heart suddenly sank, so heavy that it made him breathless.
What is their relationship?
"You've chosen." The smile on Liu Ruixuan's face deepened and he looked towards the girl, "There are other people here, don't make any noise."
After saying that, he looked at Ouyang Fuqian and smiled slightly.
That glance made Ouyang Fuqian's mood become complicated again.
"Who is it?" The girl tilted her head, turned sideways, and looked at Ouyang Fuqian, "Oh, let's go, we don't know her."
Seeing the bright smile on the girl's face, Ouyang Fuqian couldn't help but feel suffocated again.
She doesn't know that girl either!
She almost didn't recognize Xiao Rui.
Just for a moment, Liu Ruixuan was already so tall, he seemed to be a head taller than her.
"Bye now."
Liu Ruixuan smiled slightly at Ouyang Fu, took the copy of "The Complete Works of San Mao" and walked forward under the pull of the girl.
Watching them leave, Ouyang Fuqian's nose suddenly felt sore.
"Boss, I bought this book."
Across two or three rows of bookshelves, Liu Ruixuan's gentle voice came over again.
Ouyang Fu's eyes trembled slightly, and he looked through the gap between the bookshelves towards the door of the store.
"And this one."
The girl's loud voice also came over, raising her head and looking towards Liu Ruixuan.
"Okay," Liu Ruixuan smiled, with a doting look on his face, "We want these two books together."
us?
Ouyang Fuqian's heart twisted again inexplicably.
Did Xiao Rui have the kind of relationship she saw with that girl?
Boy and girl friends?!!
"Okay, ten yuan in total." The boss lady's confident laughter came over, "You two, you left a little late today."
"Um."
Liu Ruixuan responded, glanced at the girl next to him, and handed the money to the landlady, "Exactly ten yuan."
"Okay." The landlady smiled and handed over two backpacks from the counter.
"Let's go." Liu Ruixuan picked up the book and put it in his backpack, glanced at the proprietress, and walked out of the bookstore with the girl.
Ouyang Fuqian was startled for a moment, and immediately walked towards the window next to the bookshelf, only to see that the two people had already walked towards the platform not far away.
With a thought in my heart, I took two steps forward and stopped again.
She seemed to have no right to follow him and ask Liu Ruixuan who that girl was.
Looking at the figure walking away, her heart twisted inexplicably. She suddenly remembered the song "Thinking" from last year. Could it be that she had misunderstood it?
That thoughtful letter was not written to my sister, but to the girl next to Liu Ruixuan?
Ouyang Fuqian put her hand on the window glass next to the bookshelf.
How could this happen?
My nose, which was originally sore, suddenly became sore again, and my head also began to hurt slightly.
Xiao Rui, no, Liu Ruixuan, how could he do this?
Maybe it took a second, maybe it took a long time, until she recovered her senses? When she looked out the window again, the two people were no longer on the platform not far away.
I picked up a book and walked towards the proprietress at the door of the store.
When paying, he finally couldn't hold it back and asked the bookstore proprietress: "Auntie, are the two people just now students from Yunling Middle School?"
The landlady was startled at first, then smiled at her: "Yes, don't you know them?"
Ouyang Fu smiled slightly and shook his head: "I don't know you. It's the first time I've seen you."
"Oh!" the landlady responded, with a look of sudden realization on her face, "I've seen you here often before, but you don't know me? Who among the students at Yunling Middle School doesn't know Liu Ruixuan?"
Ouyang Fu twitched the corners of his mouth slightly and remained silent.
"That's a minor celebrity in Yunling Middle School." The proprietress handed the change in her hand to Ouyang Fuqian. "That boy's name is Liu Ruixuan? He has published many articles in magazines and is very famous in Yunling Middle School. He is now a senior in high school.
He has good grades and is in the same class as my son. I heard that many girls have a crush on him."
Ouyang Fu trembled slightly and closed his eyes.
Yes, she knew that he had published a small poem in "Boys".
"Girl, you didn't bring your schoolbag, did you?" The landlady looked at Ouyang Fuqian uncertainly, and then at the counter.
"I brought it." Ouyang Fu pointed to the white pearl-embellished mirror-sized bag hanging diagonally on her shoulder.
"Oh." The boss smiled, raised his hand and rubbed it on the wet towel on the side, took the melon seeds on the left plate and started eating, "This bag is very beautiful. Are you not a student of Yun Ling?"
Before Ouyang Fuqian could reply, the landlady said to herself again: "I thought you were also a student of Yunling Middle School, but it seems that you are not now."
After saying that, he glanced at Ouyang Fuqian's bag twice more, then looked Ouyang Fuqian up and down, and a trace of surprise slipped through his eyes.
She was careless!
At first glance, this girl's bag and clothes look ordinary and inconspicuous! Upon closer inspection, I realize that the small bag hanging sideways is hand-made embroidery.
She had seen it before in the central shopping mall in the center of Jingyun City. Although it looked small, it was expensive.
As for the clothes, the landlady blinked and pretended not to care as she dropped a peeled melon seed kernel into her mouth.
This kind of clothes can be worn by extraordinary people.
Most of the children in Yunling Middle School are children from various towns in Yunling County and cannot afford to wear such clothes.
Rich people!
Ouyang Fuqian raised his hand to straighten a strand of long bangs on his forehead, and smiled at the landlady: "I'm not."
The landlady nodded: "I see."
"Ha." Ouyang Fu chuckled lightly, glanced outside the store door, and then looked back, "The school spirit of Yunling Middle School is so open now? Are students allowed to fall in love prematurely?"
"..." The landlady suffocated, nodded, and then quickly shook her head.
"What is this?" Ouyang Fuqian looked at the landlady with some confusion.
What does this nodding and shaking of the head mean?
The boss lady, who always seems very shrewd, sometimes can’t explain clearly? Or is this the school spirit of Yunling Middle School?
When she was in Jingyun No. 1 Middle School, she overheard her father talking about Yunling Middle School. The school ethos was very strict. Could it be a misinformation?
"How do you say this?" The proprietress slapped her mouth, took a few more melon seeds and put them in her hand, and looked at Ouyang Fuqian, "Yunling's school spirit is very strict, as for puppy love."
The landlady paused. She heard what her son said. Except for Liu Ruixuan and the girl who had just left together, who were allowed to do so under special circumstances, once discovered, everyone else would be given a major demerit and the whole school would be criticized.
She had heard this before and was speechless. Is there such a special case?
Now, it seems that everyone is used to it.
Who makes people have good grades, look good, and talk sweetly?
If her son had half the potential of Liu Ruixuan, she would be thankful to God that he had found such a good-looking girlfriend even before he graduated from high school!
Oh, it really made her envious and jealous, and she hated her son for having no future!
Ouyang Fuqian watched the expression on the landlady's face change again and again, and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Hi!" The proprietress peeled another melon seed kernel and threw it into her mouth, "I heard that only that kid in the school can fall in love early, and no one else can. Who can make people get good grades?"
After saying that, he sighed with envy and regret, then lowered his head and picked up another melon seed and threw it directly into his mouth.
Ouyang Fuqian was startled, smiled goodbye to the landlady, and left the bookstore and Yunling Middle School.
That was the first time she met Liu Ruixuan after many years.
It's just that when we met again, it was no longer the same as before. The fair-skinned young man in my memory was now accompanied by someone else.