Sui Sui Xing's eyes also had some dark and unclear colors, and his complexion was cold.
"Well, take your time."
In the end, she repeated the same sentence.
In my heart, I thought of other things.
some people.
For example, Song You¡ª¡ª
In that summer a few years ago, the world did not have the grotesque successes and losses in the city, nor did it have so many pasts worthy of elaboration.
There are only a group of teenagers who have not yet grown up.
And, the memories of their youth.
"Your name?"
The cicadas in midsummer have been singing one after another for a whole summer, but they are still unwilling to lag behind. At the beginning of high school life, they sounded slightly in early autumn, which seemed a little far away.
Miss Shi brushed up some freshman questions last night, so she went to bed a little late.
She has always had this habit.
Some people are always less than normal people in the whole world, such as fathers.
If you want to go all the way, if there is no trace of the breeze passing by, it seems that the only way is to make yourself excellent.
Sickly, Miss Shi raised a pair of starry but cold eyes from her messy hair.
Then it landed on the pale fingers of the girl in front of him.
It was this finger that tapped lightly on the table just now, with a light voice.
"Time, the words are long."
She knew this was probably the case with all new semesters.
After a "huh", he lazily introduced himself briefly.
When she was in high school, she was not as lazy as she was later in these years.
The laziness at that time was purely a rush to do homework, not a senseless laziness towards the desolation of the world when I grew up.
The girl in front of her smiled and didn't mind her attitude at all, at least her smile was pure at that time, like a clear pomelo in summer.
Long hair reaching waist, pitch black like a crow.
She was wearing a British college-style skirt, which accentuated her exquisite figure.
"Hello."
She also gave an exceptionally brief introduction.
When he smiled, he narrowed his beautiful eyes slightly.
Like a crescent lake.
Tranquil and distant.
"My name is Song You, the Song of the Northern Song Dynasty, the pomelo of the pomelo."
These two words happened to be introduced in a simple way, and Chu Qiu, who was still a bit hot, suddenly became enlightened because of this way of introduction.
Shi Manman raised his eyebrows, and his drowsiness was reduced a lot because of this unique way of introduction.
"Do you like red pomelo?"
She asked in a light voice.
The next moment, Song You almost jumped up. She lost her seemingly extremely good upbringing, and her eyes were still shining.
"Do you also like red pomelo?"
That's why Miss Shi's obsession with red pomelo came from this.
In fact, she has no concept of food to a large extent, but because her new tablemate is especially fond of it, there is one more fruit to stop at.
After many years, she also vaguely felt that the residual heat of that early autumn was filled with the clear smell of red pomelo.
If the eyes of the person who saw it for the first time.
It looks like a clean crescent moon.
However, many red grapefruits are still sour at the end.
Her friendship with Song You only lasted for a few months.
It is also sour.
Unforgettable and unwilling to recall.
Then she met Gu Ning.
Unexpectedly.
Obviously they have two completely different personalities and names, but in the end the one who became inseparable with her was Gu Ning, whose name was also slightly sour and clear.
There is too cold loneliness in her eyes.
When looking at the sky, it seems that Kyushu is too far away.
And the world she lived in was barren everywhere. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com