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Chapter 72

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    From 1:00 to noon.

    The warm sun gathers the heat of summer, hanging alone in the clear sky, it will be a little dazzling when you look up.

    The poplar trees whisper in the wind, and the blue branches and leaves cut the sunlight into scattered light and shadows.

    Shi Manman was a little impatient.

    The toe of the shoe scratched the small stone in place.

    I don't know what I'm thinking.

    Many people at the school gate have dispersed.

    The weekend is always short for high school students, and many people are crowded in the crowd.

    After more than an hour, people were also scattered like shadows.

    She rested her fingertips on the bark of the poplar tree, pursed her lips, and took a long time to take out the letter from her pocket.

    Song You's favorite style is more British, so the stationery uses a plain white color.

    She is also very familiar with the words written at the same table, and each stroke seems to have a smooth and graceful sense of line.

    "What kind of person would I like.

    This is a question I always think about when I practice piano.

    He may be as bright as a star, or he may be a gentle light and shadow in a lush forest.

    And that person may just happen to be you.  "

    The thoughts of seventeen-year-old girls are always intricate.

    When you have the person you want to meet.

    She would occasionally have some secret expectations and smiles.

    Shi Manman doesn't quite understand why Song You fell in love with Shi Jian.

    She has read this letter no less than ten times.

    But every time I read the last paragraph of text, I always feel a little blocked in my heart.

    She has never been insensitive to feelings.

    Shi Jian grew up with her.

    Shi Manman thought of the boy who had always been waiting for her to go home with him under the poplar tree, and there was another person beside him.

    Will bring her an ice cream.

    Will pay attention to the dishes she likes to eat.

    Will comfort her when she is sad.

    She had an inexplicable feeling in her heart.

    Unable to speak.

    Just indulge in the bottom of my heart.

    "Shi Jian, your little cabbage is waiting for you to go home again."

    "The ice bar is about to melt, so hurry up and go."

    "Don't lose face to our class one."

    There was noise from far away.

    Shi Manman raised his eyebrows, feeling a little hot.

    Then she pursed her lips, and put the letter back seriously.

    At the school gate, Shi Jian said something to some fellow boys in her class.

    Come over later.

    With a little smile, he handed her the ice bar and raised his eyebrows.

    She said "um", took it, and then walked back with him.

    Just like countless times before.

    Zhuangsu's poplar whispers in the wind, standing straight, like the asphalt road, extending far, far away.

    "It's a little late today."

    She originally wanted to tell the letter directly from the beginning.

    However, for some reason, he suddenly changed the subject.

    As if subconsciously.

    Shi Jian felt that she might not be in the right mood, so she turned her head to look at her, and then said "um", "the teacher has some materials to do, so I went to help."

    Shi Manman raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

    Then lower your eyes.

    Just watching the sidewalk move little by little, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the road.

    That person didn't ask either.

    Just walk slowly with her.

    "Aren't you going to ask something?"

    She raised her eyes.

    It seems to be looking at a very far distance.

    He paused with his fingertips.

    Then shook his head.

    The young man has always smiled unruly, and it is rare to be so peaceful sometimes.

    When not speaking, it is like a landscape in a watercolor painting.

    There are many past events hidden in my heart.

    "There are some things that cannot be asked."

    His voice was light, as if he was talking about something insignificant, "If you are willing to tell me, then I will listen to you.

    If you don't want to, it doesn't matter if you don't say it.  "

    She stopped in her tracks.

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