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After finishing lunch, Jing Rong gently rubbed his stomach and frowned slightly.

It's not a good feeling to eat a little full.

Xu Shi noticed his little tricks, and Qu Yu said, "Let's walk around the campus later."

This is a good idea for digestion, Jing Rong did not refuse.

Walking out of the restaurant, Qu Yu asked, "Which way are you going?"

Jing Rong had no idea: "Just walk around."

Qu Yu nodded and turned right first, Jing Rong followed his steps and turned the corner together.

The Beicheng Academy of Drama does not occupy a large area. If you make a special trip to visit the campus, you should be able to barely cover most of the places in two hours.

Jing Rong is also very clear about the structure of the campus. The restaurant is surrounded by large tracts of ginkgo trees. Now it is the season of ginkgo leaves falling. The golden ginkgo leaves fall off from the treetops and branches from time to time, dance with the wind, and finally fall to the ground. It merges with other leaves to form a golden ocean.

Every time around this time, some students would come to take pictures as souvenirs. Maybe it’s because it’s cloudy today, the photo effect is not very good, or the ginkgo leaves have fallen for a long time, and all the people who should come to take pictures have come, so they walked over At that time, I didn't see too many people.

The soles of the shoes stepped on the ginkgo leaves, making a slight sound.

Jing Rong looked up at the sparse leaves on the branches, guessing that these would not persist for a long time.

He doesn't feel sad about spring and autumn. Everything has animism, and everything must follow the laws of nature and move forward according to its proper track. The leaves will fall off in autumn, and they will poke their heads out again in the next spring. , looking at the world ignorantly.

The world is good and so is life.

Jing Rong walked forward.

The ginkgo forest is very large, surrounding the restaurant and extending outwards.

The flowers and trees on the campus are very interesting. If you can walk the entire campus in two hours, you can spend a week studying these flowers and plants.

The sweet-scented osmanthus tree is planted in the part of the teaching building, which can hardly be seen here, only ginkgo leaves everywhere, silent and gorgeous.

"Senior, have you heard of such a saying?" Qu Yu suddenly asked.

Jing Rong tilted his head in doubt: "What?"

"The ginkgo tree in the North City Drama Academy was planted by the second principal to commemorate his deceased wife. He would come here for a walk every autumn. If he could just reach out and pinch a fallen ginkgo leaf, he would be able to dream at night. To his wife." Qu Yu said softly.

Jing Rong was thoughtful: "It sounds like a ghost story trend."

Qu Yu was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "However, this statement is not necessarily accurate. After all, the school has been established for a hundred years, and there is no way to check the authenticity of these things, but then there is another statement in the school."

"It is said that the love witnessed by the golden ginkgo leaves can be as dazzling as the ginkgo leaves and never part."

As she said that, Qu Yu paused and leaned closer to Jing Rong: "Although there is no way to tell the truth of this statement, today I want to be superstitious."

Jing Rong was standing next to a ginkgo tree. When he touched him, he subconsciously moved aside and leaned against the tree gently.

Qu Yu's eyes are very clean, and when looking at him, there will be an illusion of affection that is deeply remembered by the other party.

Jing Rong was a little warmed by the sight, so he simply turned his head and looked into the depths of the woods: "Believe in science."

After finishing speaking, he pursed his lips. For some reason, a secret joy and anticipation rose in his heart.

The other party said that this ginkgo forest has a beautiful saying, and said that he wanted to be superstitious again today.

Such words can easily lead to some unnecessary guesses.

Jing Rong knew that the other party was always straightforward, and maybe the other party wanted to say something shameful about love to stimulate him.

Bad Quyu.

But after waiting for a few seconds, he didn't hear the other party's voice. For some reason, he turned his head back.

Qu Yu still maintained the posture of leaning towards him, but raised his arms.

Seeing him turn around, Qu Yu retracted her arms, placing her slender and beautiful hands between them.

Jing Rong subconsciously looked at the opponent's hand, a little surprised.

Between the index finger and the thumb, pinched a golden ginkgo leaf.

"Maybe I'm lucky enough today." Qu Yu smiled.

Jing Rong's heart skipped a beat, followed by an even faster beating.

Qu Yu pinched the ginkgo leaf, but looked straight at him: "I hope this ginkgo leaf has a spirit, and bless Jing Rong and me for a long time, never parting."

Perhaps his tone was too solemn, and Jing Rong's jaw tightened a little bit without realizing it.

But immediately, he wanted to break this ambiguous atmosphere: "Don't be superstitious, but believe in science."

It's just that the language is somewhat pale, compared with Qu Yu's eloquent tongue, it is a bit vulnerable.

Qu Yu just looked at him tenderly.

Under such gazing, Jing Rong's hands and feet became stiff, and his blood was boiling and heating up, but he even reduced the frequency of blinking a lot, as if he didn't want to miss something.

The atmosphere is still very ambiguous, with a hint of gentleness.

After a long time, Qu Yu spoke slowly: "Can I kiss you?"

His voice became a little hoarse, and seemed to be a little magnetic, like a hook, gently pulling Jing Rong's ears.

Jing Rong blinked lightly.

He should have said no.

But he did nothing.

It was probably because of this quiet and beautiful atmosphere that he couldn't bear to break it, or maybe the ginkgo leaf in Qu Yu's hand was really beautiful. In short, he didn't respond directly to the other party's request, nor did he directly reject the other party's request.

But Qu Yu seemed to understand him, and with a muffled laugh, he stroked the back of Jing Rong's head with one hand, and leaned forward.

This is a very simple kiss, just lips to lips, feeling each other's temperature.

But Jing Rong still couldn't help his eyelashes trembling slightly, and his heart seemed to jump out of his throat.

Qu Yu inserted her fingers into his hair and stroked it lightly, as if to comfort him.

Jing Rong slowly closed his eyes, feeling the other party gently touching his lips, as if he was silently probing.

After the kiss, Jing Rong's ears were already red and hot.

This is probably the most innocent kiss between them, but the shock brought by this moment is still very long-lasting.

"My brother responded to me, I am very happy." Qu Yu's fingers were still resting on his hair, her voice was hoarse.

Jing Rong's eyes were covered with a layer of light water, and he snorted coldly: "Don't you believe in your ginkgo leaves?"

"In front of my brother, nothing is worth mentioning." Qu Yu answered immediately.

Jing Rong was also in a happy mood. He pursed his lips to hide his emotions: "Let go, keep walking."

Qu Yu's hand was indeed taken off his head, but he held his little finger again.

Jing Rong looked at him: "Don't push yourself too far."

"It's easy." Qu Yu squeezed his little finger tightly and smiled, "And I haven't finished the part of the rumor. If two people hold hands until they walk to the end of the ginkgo tree, then they can hold hands for the rest of their lives." Go ahead."

This rhetoric was full of loopholes, but Jing Rong didn't say anything to make him let go.

The two walked forward in a tacit understanding, and neither of them said a word to remind the other. Such an approach was a bit out of proportion.

Rao Jing Rong, who likes to use rules to surround his actions, also kept silent.

They walked through the ginkgo forest and on the cobblestone path. When they passed a pool of clear spring, Qu Yu paused for a while and said, "This spring also has a saying."

Jing Rong squeezed his fingers a little harder: "It's almost done, enough is enough."

You don't need to guess to know what the other party can make up.

Qu Yu smiled: "My brother understands me so well, why is my brother so cute."

Jing Rong's ears were a little hot again. In order to cover up his abnormality, he threatened: "If you continue to talk nonsense, let go of your hands."

Qu Yu could only shake his head with an innocent expression: "Then I'll shut up, brother, don't be angry."

Seeing that the other party was obedient, Jing Rong was relieved.

After walking two steps forward, Qu Yu suddenly leaned towards him, and said mysteriously: "This spring is also called Beauty Spring, but I think my brother is much prettier than it, and my brother is the real beauty. "

Caught off guard and being confessed in a fancy way, Jing Rong regained his composure after being startled for a few seconds, but he was a little puzzled about where the other party was looking at these things.

Thinking this way, he also asked.

Qu Yu pretended to be thinking, and smiled smugly: "Maybe I have some talent in this area, but it is only effective for Brother Jing Rong."

Jing Rong's ears became more and more hot. He had a straight face and a cold voice: "You are so oily and talkative."

"It's only for Jing Rong if you're oily, and it's only for your elder brother when you're talkative." Qu Yu continued.

Jing Rong couldn't talk to him, so he stopped talking.

Without teasing him, Qu Yu's few words can make his ears flush with shame, not to mention that the other party will also do reading comprehension in a wicked way, twist his meaning, and keep teasing him like teasing a cat.

Qu Yu accepts him as soon as he sees it, and doesn't bully him again.

The two walked hand in hand to the end of the ginkgo forest.

Jing Rong moved his fingers slightly. At this time, he should remind the other party to let go. After all, no matter what the rumors are, they should have ended, but it was rare that he didn't want to speak.

"Want to see that osmanthus tree?" Qu Yu asked.

In front is the sweet-scented osmanthus forest, lush and beautiful.

Jing Rong heard what he wanted to say, and his heart moved, and he didn't refuse.

Qu Yu smiled, held his little finger and continued walking.

There are many sweet-scented osmanthus trees, but there is only one largest sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

Qu Yu had a good sense of direction, and led Jing Rong to turn left and right, and after walking for more than ten minutes, he finally found the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

That is, under this sweet-scented osmanthus tree, they kissed, carrying the heat of late summer and the coolness of early autumn.

That was their first kiss for each other.

Qu Yu reached out and stroked the osmanthus tree: "The weather was fine that day, and everything was just right and perfect. They have witnessed our love."

His voice was very gentle, as if he had returned to that day through the osmanthus tree.

Jing Rong's Adam's apple twitched slightly, and he didn't refute aloud, even though the word love is not so pure to them now.

"Actually, my brother's waist is very soft, and they won't know about it in the future, because only I can." Qu Yu said again.

Now Jing Rong couldn't bear it anymore, and pinched his fingertips with his fingers: "Be cautious in your words and deeds, don't run the train with your mouth full."

But Qu Yu didn't hold back, and held his little finger even more forcefully, and tried to hold his other fingers very presumptuously.

Jing Rong looked at him, but did not stop the other party's bold behavior.

In the end, their palms were close to each other, just like that day.

Qu Yu's eye feathers drooped slightly, and the lying silkworms could be vaguely seen: "Brother, we have successfully eloped."

The author has something to say: the last sentence echoes Chapter 23~

Gougou chasing his wife continues to speed up ＿(:з"∠)＿

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