TFboys Midsummer Fleeing Years

one year later. . . . . . . . . .

"Tomorrow you are going to perform at Wuhan University." Sister Jiaojiao read the announcement while reading it. tfboys, who debuted for five years, has already laid a solid foundation in the entertainment industry, and is even more popular. There are too many announcements. no more.

"Well, let's go to pack our things." Wang Junkai, Wang Yuan and Qian Xi walked out of the company, because Mengmeng was still alive, Qian Xi worked harder, and only hoped that she could see him somewhere.But Wang Yuan has matured a lot, and his dancing level has improved a lot, "Yu Xuan, have you seen it?" He smiled lightly.When Yang Ziyin left, Wang Junkai had a serious illness, and he felt a lot colder, and he rarely spoke.

"Have you heard? My family, Yang Yang, is coming to our school to perform. I'm so excited, what should I do?" A certain female classmate said shyly, covering her face.

"That's not your turn. Nuo Qianyi in our school looks very similar to his girlfriend?" The female classmate next to her mocked.

"Tch, it's just her, a nerd who can't speak, and the flies of our school revolve around her every day." The girl laughed.

Regarding these, Nuo Qianyi has always ignored them, and does not want to waste her lips arguing with them.

"What are you ugly girls talking about? Who are you calling a fly?" Duan Yubin raised his fist as if to hit them.

"Hmph." The three girls left together.

He just can't see others talking about her, but, is Yi Yang Qianxi coming?They must not meet.

"Ah, Qianxi."

"Master Kai, don't worry about me, I'm going to find Master Kai."

"My Yuanyuan is so handsome today, is this here to pick me up?"

A lot of nympho girls were screaming at the gate of the school, and the three walked slowly with the help of the staff.

"Welcome, I am the principal of Wuhan University. You can add me, Principal Chen." The principal smiled kindly. He had heard about these three children. All three of them came from famous schools, one was Tsinghua University, the other was Peking University. And Wang Junkai was admitted to the Beijing Conservatory of Music.

"Hello, Principal Chen." The three of them bowed and greeted politely.

"Well, the specific time for your performance is at one o'clock in the afternoon. During this period, you can stroll around. The scenery of our school is still very good." The principal introduced the characteristics of the school, and Wuhan University, the most beautiful I am afraid it is the cherry blossoms, and the cherry blossoms in Wuhan are also famous.

"Okay." The three greeted each other and went to enjoy the scenery of the campus.

In Wuhan University, the fragrance of cherry blossoms wafted everywhere, and Yi Yangqianxi walked to the cherry garden with the smell of cherry blossoms.

In the cherry garden, under the biggest cherry blossom tree, Nuo Qianyi looked at the drawing board. Today's paint is used up again. This painting is halfway done and there is no paint. Nuo Qianyi is ready to go to the supermarket to buy paint.

Yi Yangqianxi walked under the cherry blossom tree. The tree had a picture book and a drawing board, and the drawing board was not finished, and the paint was wet.

He flipped through each picture in the album, each with its own characteristics, all of which were cherry blossoms, but none of them were repeated, but the tip of the pen could not detect a trace of emotion "I think your master accidentally left you here." .” He picked up the brush and added a few strokes to the unfinished painting.

"Who are you? Don't you know that this is my private domain?" This is the longest sentence that Nuo Qianyi said. He just came back from buying paints and saw a man fiddled with his painting.

The familiar voice touched a chord in his heart. "Mengmeng?" He turned his head, the familiar face was even more excited, but the girl in front of him looked a little colder.

"Please leave here?" She crossed Qianxi and walked to the painting, looking at the drawing board in surprise, a few strokes were added to her painting, but she could see a different feeling, every painting of hers was lost a feeling of.