rebirth of wrong love farewell

"Find a woman to seduce Li Bin, and put their photos and videos on the post bar of No. [-] Middle School. The woman's face is mosaic."

"receive."

No matter what, I will not allow the things of the previous life to repeat in this life, Li Bin, even if you are innocent now, I will not bet on the one-ten-thousandth chance of what will happen.

A pink letter was handed in front of him, Liang Nuo came back to his senses, looked up at the handsome boy in front of him, and apologized: "I don't like men."

As soon as the words were said, there was a burst of laughter in the class, and a boy in the front shouted badly: "Fengzi, you are being treated like a little boy."

Jiang Feng looked at him helplessly, put the envelope on the table, and said with a smile: "Brother, do me a favor and give this letter to Lan Youruo. If it is done, brother will treat you to food for a month."

Covering his eyelids, Liang Nuo pushed the letter back, and a low voice came from his throat: "I can't do this kind of thing. You should find someone else."

"Don't, everyone in the school knows that you have the best relationship with her. I really like her. It doesn't matter if you don't succeed. If you are smoked by her, brother will pay you for the hospital expenses." Jiang Feng looked at the person in the opposite classroom. The girl who looked over here felt hot in her heart.

"Wei, these love letters were given to you by the boy who has a crush on you."

"Don't do this kind of thing again."

"Wei, as long as you find a boy who suits you, you will find that what you have for me is just the affection my sister has for my sister."

"Don't give me these love letters again, I don't want to. Don't make me sad, okay?"

"Don't do these things on your own, even if you don't like me, don't do these things."

Liang Nuo raised his head, looked at him, and said firmly, "I won't do this."

Hey, the boys let out a sigh, thinking that there would be a good show to watch.

Seeing that his attitude was unusually firm, Jiang Feng tentatively said, "You like her too? Don't worry, I won't mind having an extra love rival."

Liang Nuo turned his eyes, and the eyes covered under the broken hair met the shining pupils of the girl opposite, and he didn't answer.

Jiang Feng picked up the love letter in frustration, looked at Yuan Yuan who was sitting next to him, raised his eyebrows and said: "Fat brother, you go, I invite you to KFC for a meal."

The little fat man squinted his small eyes, stretched out his chubby fingers, and gestured for five fingers.

Gritting his teeth, he said distressedly: "Up to three times, otherwise, I would rather go and get beaten myself than do it."

Yuan Yuan said with a grin, "Deal."

After taking the love letter, I wanted to run to the opposite classroom.

Liang Nuo stretched out his hand to grab the corner of his clothes, shook his head: "Don't go over there."

Yuan Yuan thought he was worried about himself, and said with a smile: "Boss, don't worry, I'll deliver the letter as soon as I deliver, if Lan You won't beat me, if he wants to beat him, he will come over and beat up the confessor!"

His sharp eyebrows were frowned into wells, and his eyes were fixed on the opposite side, watching the little fat man put the love letter full of love on her desk, watching him pointing his finger to this side, watching her turn her head Looking at himself with smiling eyes.

Lan Youruo didn't even look at the envelope on the table, and waved at Yuan Yuan, "Go back."

Thinking of the three meals he got, the little fat man walked out of Wen Class 1 in a huff.

The index finger as white as porcelain gently wiped her thin lips like peach petals, and Lan Youruo drew a curve at the corner of her mouth, and said to the tablemate next to her: "Miaomeng, please help me throw this into the trash bucket."

Zhang Miaomeng looked enviously at the handsome boy on the opposite side who had been staring at this side, and asked, "Aren't you going to open it and have a look? It wouldn't be good to just throw it away."

The slightly slanted eyes were shining with cloudy light, and the girl glanced at the boy who had been looking here with a gloomy face, covered her mouth and smiled softly: "A certain person is too small."

The amount of information in these words is enough, Zhang Miaomeng turned her head, leaned over like a thief, and asked in a low voice: "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Looking at the letter, Zhang Miaomeng expressed her understanding and immediately put the letter on the table into the trash can.

The students in class 1 sighed on the same channel.

"Brother Feng, keep up the good work!"

"Brother Feng, no matter how you say it, you are broken in love, please treat everyone to dinner."

"Maple..."

Jiang Feng covered his injured heart and exaggerated: "A bunch of animals that can't feed enough."

"Hahahahaha"

Liang Nuoyi breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and looked at Jiang Feng, who was already getting along with his classmates. He was not as bold as him.

Yuan Yuan sat back on the chair, watched him look at the lively atmosphere in the classroom, and comforted him: "Boss, don't envy him, that man has already dumped several girlfriends. You are not as calm and responsible as you are." .”

After finishing speaking, he yelled over there: "Fengzi, don't forget my three meals!"

Forced to smile, Liang Nuo looked at the ring on his little finger, and looked at the opposite classroom, Lan Youruo, what should I do with you?

Zhang Miaomeng panted and sat on the chair, looking at her, her eyes were full of curiosity, which great god subdued this monster.

"Actually not yet." Lan Youruo seemed to see her thoughts, tilted his head, tapped his fingers on the side of his face and replied, "I'm playing a game with him."

game?Zhang Miao thought for a while and asked, "What game?"

Her eyes were gloomy, and the corner of her mouth raised her scales: "It's a game of stealing the heart." It is also a chess game with no winner or loser.

"It's so profound." Zhang Miaomeng said confusedly.

There are a few random clouds floating in the blue sky. People envy the freedom of clouds, but they never think that they will always be pushed forward by the wind.

Hearing the sound of trampling footsteps behind her, Lan Youruo took a few steps back while leaning on the railing, but continued to look at the boys who were scrambling for the ball on the playground without turning around.

The familiar smell of sunshine and milk came out from the boy next to her and was inhaled into her delicate nostrils.

Liang Nuo looked at her white radiance under the sun, as if she had carefully carved a jade face without a single blemish, and her porcelain-like delicate skin was full of soft ripples in the water.

He passed the box in his hand, watched her open it, took out the blue mobile phone, and said with a smile, "Do you like it?"

Lan Youruo played with it, looked at the boy with teasing playfulness in her eyes, and slightly parted her lips: "Why don't you say, do you like it, or do you like it?"

The boy smiled slightly, put his hands on the railing, looked at the still perfect purple and pink bracelet on the girl's right wrist, turned his eyes to the top floor of the opposite teaching building, and murmured in his voice, "I'm so scared, How crazy would it be to lose you?"

"Then, don't lie to me again." Her voice was as light as the wind.Don't lie, even if it's a concealment.I am afraid that I will no longer have the confidence to believe your every word.

"Uncle, my boyfriend is drunk and is inside now. It's not convenient for me to go in. Please go in and have a look."

"Girl, your boyfriend is not inside."

"how come?"

"I opened every compartment, and there was no one in it. Did he go to the wrong toilet, you know, drunk people are not very conscious."

"Thank you uncle."

Liang Nuo looked at her eyes shining like silver sand, and pursed his lips: "I know, it won't happen."

The author has something to say: Tomorrow Monday, class...

So, break the update...

☆、Special episode: Meng Wen

The setting sun is passing away, the rain is forming a curtain, dripping like a dream, recalling Chengman.There is a long drizzle and rain on the lakeside, and the sound of a flute is like a trace.The lotus is full of flowers and fantasies, but if you don't see the flowing shadow, you are drunk.Suspicion is like a ghost in a dream, creeping over.

Pipa strings thinking, empty to the moon.Where the ruins are broken, the dream lives on.The pipa is full of thoughts and words, and the shadows are chaotic.A frown and a dance, a charming look, a face under the rain, and a thousand-year relationship.

The lingering affection, the shattered youth, the rippling lovesickness.With your shallow smile, in the mist, the elegant fragrance seems to come out of the dust.

A sound of sound, under the dream rain, your raucous dancing posture, filled with mist, transforms like smoke, and loses the heart of looking for people.Go up to the watchtower drunk, condense the fog into a group, and lean on the sparse shadow under the moon.

The first cry of the warbler, the willows are blown for a while, the ripples of your dancing, in the secluded place of the mirror, the resonance of the autumn water and the sky.Where the peach blossoms are scattered, Xiaomeng wakes up startled, but is at a loss.

Sighing sadly, lovesickness is like cotton, you are the raging waves in my dreams.

After the dream, there are small bridges and flowing water, pavilions and pavilions.As soon as there is a sound of greed and joy, I am ashamed to untie the shirt lightly, and there are long and soft ripples in the prospering place.You fall into his arms, talking in every corner of the room, with a slight smile on your face, whispering sweetness in soft words, with a graceful body, you are intoxicated.

The small building is just resting from the clouds and rain, and the lonely corridor is full of sporadic flowers.I looked at the pavilion from a distance, with water overflowing from my eyebrows, holding the flute lightly, and twitched one man, like a song like a weeping.

In the place of drunken dreams, the shadows are misty, searching and searching, desolate and boundless, but they are scattered by other fate

Sadness, parting, love to the end of the world, who can follow me back?

Congealing cold into fog, wild geese in the sky.Love is like a gossamer, away from people's dreams.empty sad.

You are the millennium in my dream, the Xixi in my distant dawn!

The author has something to say: I will post a chapter when I go home tomorrow!