follow my heart

"..."

Meng Buqing took his hand out from under the quilt, moved it slowly, then leaned against the back of her folded hands, and asked innocently, "Is it not possible?"

There was no light in the room, only relying on the thin dim light coming through the cracks in the curtains, in the not so dark night, even people's guards were relaxed a lot.

There seems to be nothing wrong.

Ji Wan's face was backlit, and the distance was quite close, Meng Buqing still couldn't see the expression in her eyes clearly, but could feel that she was staring at him with thoughtful hesitation.

She lowered her eyes, and a few strands of long hair hung down slightly.

Cover a little side face.

"You're not young anymore," Ji Wanzhi stood up and whispered, "It's getting late, go to sleep."

"..."

Meng Buqing stared blankly at Ji Wan walking out of the bedroom and closing the door.

She turned over, pouted a little disappointed.

His attention was quickly attracted by the cell phone that was on under the bed.

I couldn't help smiling on my face, happily took out the save button, and immediately uploaded it to the cloud to save it.Then turn the volume up to one bar and listen to it.

The radio effect of the mobile phone is not good, and the soft singing is covered very lightly through the quilt.She huddled under the quilt and listened, as if the singer was also hiding in the quilt and singing to her.

Meng Buqing was a little ashamed by the strange idea in his brain.She raised her hand and pinched her face, calmly, and listened carefully to every word.

There are a few words that are not so clear, which does not affect understanding.

She entered the lyrics and quickly found the name of the song.

Meng Buqing casually listened to the original singing, fully feeling Ji Wan's intonation.She was just about to turn off the listening software when the hand that slid the screen suddenly stopped.

It was found that Ji Wan sang a few lines less.

The lyrics of the whole song are not complicated.

The lyrics of the ending paragraph were also repeated in the middle, and she lowered the voice that should have been sung high.It's like it was meant to end like that.

The last sentence should have stayed: I will always look for you.

Meng Buqing turned around holding the phone suspiciously, stared at the lyrics carefully, and suddenly laughed.

Why do you deliberately stop in front of this sentence.

Is it because she has been found?

"..."

Meng Buqing stuffed the phone under the pillow, closed his eyes with a sweet smile, and prepared to fall asleep early.After a while, the phone, which I forgot to mute, vibrated.

She opened it in a daze and kept looking, then turned on the phone.

JOI: [Your elementary school classmates came to see you. ]

Who is this person?

Meng Buqing frowned and clicked on the dialog box, only to find that it was her own mother.

Changed her avatar and name, if it wasn't for the previous chat history, she would still think it was someone inexplicable.

Soon there was a friend request.

JOI: [Song Wenyi, do you still remember?She is studying in Europe now, and she said that your previous chat account is no longer used, and it took me a long time to ask for my contact information. ]

JOI: [You have a good chat with her. ]

JOI: [Her father's business is doing well now, a listed company!I remember her family was not as rich as ours before. ]

Meng Buqing closed her eyes and didn't want to reply to her mother's news anymore.

But he still has fond memories of his childhood friends.Originally, the two gradually lost contact, and it wasn't a severance. It's just that her family went bankrupt and needed to transfer to another school, while the other's family went abroad and needed to immigrate.

Quickly clicked through and added.

Probably because of the time difference, the time over there is not too late.The message was sent almost instantly.

Marry77—: [Found you! ]

Meng Buqing stared at her silly common English name, and suddenly laughed a few times.

Typing question: [Do you use this name abroad? ]

after awhile.

Marry77—: [Of course. ]

Meng Buqing didn't know what to post, so she clicked into her circle of friends to have a look.Quite a normal foreign student's daily life, complaining about homework and exams between eating, drinking and having fun.Occasionally punching in the library, wearing makeup, holding a book in one hand and holding the computer in the other.

Posing for a decent photo.

The eighteenth year of the female college has really changed. The tablemate Song Wenyi in my memory is short and small, her fair to crystal-clear cheeks are easily flushed with shyness, and she is as quiet and studious as the "wen" in her name is engraved in her bones.

Now she is wearing a maroon wavy hair and a wine red suspender skirt, with a youthful atmosphere.The eyes are curved, and the smile is confident and bright.

They used to be best friends.

In fact, the reason why Meng Buqing in high school likes Xia Qin so much is because he feels the kindness and gentleness in Xia Qin, who is polite and educated, and has a shadow of Song Wenyi.

Meng Buqing was still scrolling down.

See the new message pop up.

Marry77—: [Auntie said, you are studying in the Department of Mathematics of Songjiang University now?I just applied for an exchange student spot, and I should be able to pass it. ]

Marry77—: [I came to see you, do you still want me? ]

"..."

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Ji Wan sat in the dark study room, and in front of her was a row of glass-doored bookcases. The ancient books quietly stored inside showed the traces of time passing.

Every time she is restless, staring at these, she can get peace from the old sharpened book.

People are born for a hundred years, from the early Ming Dynasty to the late Qing Dynasty.

Through the exquisite Song version, one can perceive the souls of countless generations that have passed in the New Sun, Moon and New Heaven, and can also touch one's own insignificance.As small as dust, it seems that the sufferings experienced are also small.

This strangely imparts some calming power to one.

Ji Wan clenched her fists and lightly rested her chin, staring at the ancient books in the cabinet, and sighed softly.

She mentioned to Meng Yong before that she meant to pack and buy the ancient books in his collection.

In a wine game where she was Party A.

The drunken man immediately shook his head and said seriously, "Not for sale, that's my dowry for my daughter."

"..."

Later, time passed.She asked again, but Meng Buqing said proudly that he would give it all to her.

She just smiled and thanked her with a smile.

At that time, I didn't say anything superfluous.

After all, he deliberately wanted to keep things by his side, so of course he would not say anything else.Unexpectedly, after this period of time, the ancient books left here seem to be shrouded in a layer of parting.

It made her heart beat fast secretly.

I can't calm down.

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Originally, there are still half a chapter and I can't finish writing at once. It hurts to see you waiting, so let's post it first.

Tomorrow will be fat! ! !