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Chapter 26

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    The two of them came out after watching the movie, and there were only a few people on the street.  There had just been a light rain, the road was moist and the air was fresh.  On both sides of the pedestrian street, European-style buildings are elegant and majestic.  It¡¯s a foreign country with beautiful scenery.  The only thing you need to feel is having a reassuring person by your side.

    The two walked back to the hotel hand in hand and entered the hotel lobby. The front desk lady stood up and said to Song Yiyuan with a smile: "Ms. Song, here is a gift for you."

    "mine?"

    "Um."

    The lady at the front desk took out a bouquet of red roses. The color was extremely rich and warm. Each one was large and plump. The packaging was exquisite and elegant, and it was very beautiful.

    Wow.

    Song Yiyuan took it and said, "Thank you." Then she looked for the gift card.

    did not find.

    Yu Yi was right behind her. Song Yiyuan didn't think so, sniffed it, and said with a smile: "Thank you."

    Have a candlelight dinner, watch a movie, and send roses.  What a tacky date.  It's a straight man's operation.

    But Song Yiyuan is very happy.

    Song Yiyuan held the flower in her arms, and for the first time she had the idea of ??commemorating it - this was the first date.

    He gave Yu Yi his mobile phone, held the flowers in front of him, and said, "Take a picture for me." As if he thought of something, he adjusted the angle, distance, and mode uneasily, holding Yu Yi's hand, and said, "Don't move, just like this.  Shoot, okay?¡±

    Yu Yi nodded.

    Song Yiyuan posed, smiled, "Okay."

    Yu Yi clicked and clicked for a while.

    Song Yiyuan's eyes overflowed with the sorrow of an old mother, and the next moment she looked at him lovingly, forget it, there is a time in life that must be there, but there is no time in life, don't force it.

    Yu Yi gave her the phone, Song Yiyuan held the flower with one hand and took it¡ª¡ª

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Well, not bad?

    Wow, this is so beautiful!

    ¡°Hmm, this one is fine too.

    Song Yiyuan looked at the dozen or so photos on her phone and was filled with admiration, because the lack of expectations turned into surprises.  Song Yiyuan said happily: "The photo is so beautiful! Have you ever studied photography?"

    "No."

    "Do you usually like to take photos?"

    "dislike."

    Song Yiyuan smiled and said, "Then you must have talent."

    Yu Yi: "No. You are good-looking."

    No matter how good-looking a person is, there will always be times when they look unsightly due to lens distortion.  Song Yiyuan knew very well, "No matter what, you just have talent." Then she asked Yu Yi to take a picture of the night scene outside with great determination.

    Yu Yi took the photo honestly, took it casually, and showed it to Song Yiyuan.

    Too ugly to look at.

    Song Yiyuan asked him to take a picture of the chandelier again.

    Out of focus.

    Song Yiyuan didn¡¯t believe it and said, ¡°You take good photos.¡±

    Yu Yi took another photo of the chandelier.

    It¡¯s not out of focus, it¡¯s ugly, it¡¯s like an online buyer¡¯s show, there¡¯s no sense of beauty, just a complete shot.

    Song Yiyuan put her face close to Yu Yi's phone, blinked at him, and said, "Take a picture of me." Yu Yi stepped back a little, clicked a picture, and said very quickly and casually, "It's done."

    ¡°She put her face so close, it must be hard to see where she was.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????:?????????? The background is blurred, shot from above, focusing on the root of her nose, the eyelashes are distinct, the eyebrows are clear, the ends of the eyebrows are blurred, and the eyes are sparkling.

    It is beautiful.

    Even better than the few pictures just now.

    He patted her eyes so that they were shining, charming and lovely.

    Song Yiyuan understood.  Holding back the throbbing in her heart, she looked at him and asked, "Why do I look so good when you take pictures of me?"

    Yu Yi: "You are already good-looking."

    In my eyes, you are always good-looking. Taking pictures is just to capture how you look in my eyes. Every picture, every frame, is good-looking anytime, anywhere.  Yu Yi didn't know how to talk about love, so Song Yiyuan filled it in for him in her heart.

    Love is a universal filter.

    Who says confession has to be "I like you"?  Isn't Yu Yi's "You are always good-looking" the most sincere confession?

    Song Yiyuan was satisfied, put her phone in her bag, held flowers in both hands, "Let's go."

    The lights in the lobby suddenly dimmed, the heavy curtains were closed at some point, and the empty hall suddenly became invisible.

    There was an uproar.

    Song Yiyuan turned around subconsciously and shouted: "Yu Yi?"

    Yu Yi took her hand and walked to her in two steps.

    Song Yiyuan askedIf she was respectful, she shouldn't have noticed that Yang Xin's mood made her so bold that she climbed onto Wang Boru's bed and threatened Wang Boru

    It's all her fault.

    She is stupid, she is naive, and she deserves it.

    She is very tired.

    She is really tired.

    She is no longer the little girl who arrogantly said that she would be "the greatest writer of the 21st century", nor is she the student who said in the literary creation class that "Chinese contemporary literature is lifeless and boring", let alone  Then there is the passionate young man whose motto is "study for the rise of China".  She suddenly shed all her light and became a helpless knot under social relations and social rules. She was aggrieved, angry and powerless for the reality.  All her excellence was suddenly useless.

    When Cao Zhenzhu called, Song Yiyuan was hiding somewhere in tears.

    She turned off the phone and buried her head in her knees - I will cry for a while longer, let go of all the grievances and anger, go to the dean, and talk about this matter from beginning to end.  You don¡¯t have to go to graduate school, and it doesn¡¯t matter if you delay graduation, as long as you have a diploma in the end.  Ask Yang Xin to apologize to Wang Boru. The college doesn't want to make a big fuss if something like this happens.  Teacher Du still has to come forward. This matter can't be done without him.  However, you must make it clear to the teacher first, make all the bottom lines clear, and make the lowest demands clear. You don¡¯t want more, and don¡¯t waste time and energy on too much.  Teacher Du has done too much

    "Song Yiyuan!!!"

    Song Yiyuan raised her head.

    Cao Zhenzhu was in a state of embarrassment, her eyes were bloodshot, and an expression that Song Yiyuan had never seen appeared on her face.

    She gasped and shouted: "Song Yiyuan!" She started crying, crying with hatred and despair.

    Song Yiyuan was confused and frightened: "What's wrong?"

    "Why didn't you answer my call?"

    "Why did you turn off your phone!"

    "Why!!"

    Song Yiyuan turned on the phone, "What's wrong?"

    Cao Zhenzhu cried loudly: "Yang Xin is dead!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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