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Chapter 77 Cats and Noodles (2)

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    "Someone will remember."

    Shi Jian finally said the same.

    The voice is faint.

    Can't hear any emotion.

    Shi Manman tilted his head.

    She let out a "huh" and picked up the bowl of noodles.

    Walk forward with him, out of the kitchen.

    Just like when I was a teenager.

    "In fact, there will always be some creatures in the world, and it will always remember some people and some things."

    She was not very good at speaking philosophical words, so she spoke slowly, and then raised her eyes.

    "Time Jane."

    She called his name.

    It's the same as when I was seventeen under the poplar tree that year.

    He let out a "hmm", but took the bowl in her hand with his fingertips and put it on the table.

    Still focused.

    Listening.

    Just don't know what to think.

    "Many people remember it, not just you."

    Shi Jian's family is relatively simple. He comes from a medical family with a strong academic atmosphere.

    This young man was destined to have a bright future in the eyes of many people since he was a child.

    And she grew up with him, well aware of his loneliness.

    There has never been anyone with extraordinary talent, only the excellence accumulated by countless nights of reading.

    Eating breakfast alone and doing homework alone.

    A person does many things.

    It was all like this in her already somewhat vague memory of a teenager.

    His loneliness is like the warm sun in the wild sky.

    Suspended in the sky, scattered light.

    But there is only one person.

    Perhaps it is precisely because of this loneliness.

    It is easy for him to remember a little kindness.

    Just like the tabby cat who got a bowl of noodles.

    She didn't know what happened in the first place.

    On that noodle shop and on this boy.

    But she knew he always remembered and would never forget.

    Shi Jian didn't know what she was thinking.

    Then he just smiled, still in a joking tone, "Shi Xiaoman is kind of warm."

    She didn't take it seriously, "I think I also had a roommate who was sentimental in college back then, and they all came out of practice."

    Shi Jian raised her eyebrows.

    There is also a little smile.

    But then it was a little unreasonable.

    Pulling Shi Manman aside with one hand, when the unique smell of bamboo soap on the boy's body evaporated, his warm lips were also imprinted.

    It didn't last long, just a slight touch.

    Then he let her go.

    But still hugging her in her arms and refusing to let go.

    Because of her height, she could only rest her chin on his thin shoulders.

    Looking a little far away.

    He smiled again, and the smile fell on her neck with warmth. It sounded low and magnetic.

    "I am not sad."

    The time is long and undeniable.

    Then she gave up struggling and let Shi Jian cling to her like a docile golden retriever.

    "Then why don't you feel bad about kissing me nicely?"

    "There is no rule that says you can't ask your girlfriend for a good morning kiss."

    The boy's voice paused for a moment, and it took a long time to accept Shi Xiaoman's daily life of high and low EQ.

    Then go on.

    Shi Manman couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud "puchi".

    When she was a student, she was well-behaved.

    After growing up, he is restrained and calmer than his peers.

    But in the end, he had been with Gu Ning for a long time.

    After that, Shi Jian let go of her, and her fingertips passed her lips.

    His eyes are cold.

    The voice is a bit rare.

    "Come on, there is no rule to say that."

    His eyes narrowed slightly, and then he smiled a little, giving him the illusion of being bright, "But the technology is pretty good."

    His eyes fell on the hand slightly past his lips. It was as white as snow, and the fragile wrist was a little dazzling.

    The color of the fundus of the eyes darkened.

    Then he took her hand and sat down.

    Pursed her lips, "I'm pretty good at flirting."

    She just picked up a piece of noodles with her fingertips.

      Hearing what he said at this time, he raised his eyebrows undeniably.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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