madam is a squeamish

In Dafu Bookstore, it was very deserted.

In this troubled world, most of them are running around for a meal, so there is no leisure time to read and buy books.

"Shopkeeper, has Wen Jiajia been to the bookstore today?"

The elegant shopkeeper wearing glasses saw her and pushed his glasses.

"No, but I came here a few days ago. When I heard that Mr. Wen was leaving, she felt a little disappointed. She bought two collections of poetry and left."

"She knows Mr. Wen is leaving?"

The shopkeeper nodded, "Yes. Mr. Wen asked me a few days ago. He booked the train ticket and is leaving Ning'an soon.

At that time, someone sent him the ticket and put it with me temporarily, and he will come to pick it up. "

Xiaoyouzi couldn't help but have a bold guess in her heart, did Wen Jiajia want to leave with Wen Kuo?

"When will Mr. Wen get the ticket?"

The shopkeeper thought about it for a while, "Let's just say today, he came to take the ticket yesterday. It seems that the train at [-]:[-] p.m. yesterday left for Qinghe from the city side train station."

Xiaoyouzi got the news and immediately rushed to the train station on the edge of the city.

A train station full of people.

Wen Jiajia, who was wearing a bright yellow dress, was carrying a small suitcase.

Passing through the crowd, I saw Wen Kuo in a blue shirt and white hat standing in the corner.

Excitedly carrying the box and rushed over.

"Mr. Wen!" Wen Jiajia's tone was choked with excitement.

Wen Kuo saw her sideways, slightly surprised.

"Miss Jiajia? Are you here to see me off?"

Wen Jiajia shook her head, holding the box in her hand with a puffy face, "Mr. Wen, I want to go with you. The world is far and wide, I will go wherever you go."

When Wen Kuo heard this, his expression became serious, "Nonsense, you are a big lady, you follow me around in this troubled world, can you bear the pain?"

Wen Jiajia was firm, "I'm not afraid!"

Wen Kuo continued to educate, "You have never seen the outside world, so you don't know what suffering is."

Wen Jiajia carried the small box and hugged him with open arms, but Wen Kuo's words stopped involuntarily.

Wen Jiajia, "Mr. Wen, I like you. I like the breeze in spring, the warm sun in summer, the maple leaves in autumn, and the snow in winter.

I don't know why, I just like it.It was about a long time ago, so long that I didn't know what to love, but what I thought was deeply affectionate. "

Wen Kuo stood without moving for a moment, his slender fingers moved slightly, but finally clenched his fists and broke free from her.

"I'm sorry, Miss Jiajia. It's getting late, and I'm going to catch the car."

Wen Jiajia watched him turn around, and suddenly took a step forward, "Wen Kuo!"

She called his name for the first time!

Wen Kuo's back stiffened, and he turned his head slightly.

Tears were already in the girl's eyes, but she tried her best to muster up the courage to ask him, "Do you dare to say that you don't like me at all?"

Wen Kuo opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.There was an inexplicable emotion in Wen Run's eyes.

With a mournful sigh, he could only say, "Miss Jiajia, please go back!"

Wen Jiajia chased after her, "You like me, don't you, not a lot but a little."

When Xiaoyouzi came over, she saw Wen Kuo and Wen Jiajia together.

Unexpected, but expected.

"Jiajia!" Come over slowly.

Seeing her, Wen Kuo seemed to be faintly relieved.

"Miss Yuzu, you came just in time, take your friend back! My train is about to leave!"

Xiaoyouzi stood for a while, not knowing who to persuade.

Wen Jiajia held Wen Kuo's hand tightly, "Take me with you, please! You live with your beliefs, but my belief is you."

The gentle eyes are full of love and expectation.