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Chapter 20 Got it, lost it again

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    Get it, but lose it.

    This feeling is hazy and painful

    For quite a long time, Xiaoyun never appeared again, as if he had turned into a wild goose, and flew south with the flock of geese, flew away and never came back.

    I am used to her shadow surrounding this classroom.  When her shadow disappeared, the classroom looked so monotonous: white, gray, dry and boring; figures coming in and out of the door, like ghosts floating back and forth, made people's eyes swollen and painful; the sound of footsteps was mixed,  The noise and laughter knocked on the eardrums.

    Maybe she is busy with her studies, but I always think this reason is not true, I feel very unreliable, and I am deceiving myself.  She is not like this usually, she doesn't have such patience for studying.  When I pass by the door of her classroom, I always glance at her inadvertently.  where did she go

    Very boring day.

    Classes are impetuously meaningless, and I am anxious only to end all classes as soon as possible.

    Class begins······

    get out of class has ended······

    It's class again

    get out of class is over again

    Finally, after school, I got on the bike, pedaled vigorously, passed through the slit through the nested crowd, put the brakes on, and galloped all the way downhill.  Come on, I jumped up and rode like crazy up the steep slope, passing a group of four or five students, and passing a lone student.

    Fast, fast, and faster, the wind is blowing into the ears, rushing into the nose, struggling to breathe, and rushing behind.  On both sides of the road, the continuous mountains drift away with the wind, the woods disappear in a flash, and the sound of running water is only a short sound.  It passed with a bang.

    The village hiding and wandering in the woods is approaching, but what am I going to pursue in such a hurry?  Where do I go to find peace of mind?

    I parked my car and sat down on a rock.  This is a higher earth ridge next to the village. Standing here, you can have a panoramic view of the small village.  The fog in the evening and the smoke from cooking at night intoxicate the visible roof tiles in the village, and the roof tiles fly in the bushes in an illusion.

    A black car speeding past, is a sign of the North Star, this is a Mercedes-Benz, who would be so rich.  Coming out of the village, it seems that he is a relative of someone in this village.

    Another car, another car, whizzed by, rolling up yellow dust, like a cloud of gray fog in the dark evening, like cooking smoke covering the village.

    Cooking smoke, I couldn't help but turned my head from the road and stared at the village. A large group of people gathered in the dark on the road at the entrance of the village, and I vaguely heard the sound of suona.

    What are they doing?  It was getting dark, and the children going to school in the village passed by my car sporadically, "Hey, Xiaojun, let's go, what are you thinking about."

    "Oh! Okay, you go first, I'll go now." I kicked the car, stepped on the pedal with my left foot, kicked the ground with my right foot, and started the car slowly with a kick, and raised my leg suddenly  , stepped over the high seat, tapped the right pedal with the toes, and the buttocks fell on the seat.

    The car moved forward slowly, all the way downhill.  It flew up all of a sudden, like the car just now, feeling like I was in a car.

    Seeing the person in the white coat, he is the cousin of Yang Yue's uncle's family, what happened to Yang Yue's uncle's family?

    In the middle of the road was an Eight Immortals table, I don't know if it was red or copper, it was black in the light of night, and two white candles were burning madly.

    A tablet is hidden behind a plate of fresh fruits and large bouquets of white flowers, only a "Yang" character is exposed, and the front of the Eight Immortals table is full of wreaths.  Both sides of the table and behind the wreaths were crowded with people, even on the stone pile by the roadside, in the woods, and on the wall of Xiaofei's house next door, there were people.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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