The Source of TFboys Mu Immortal

Young9 in the classroom in midsummer

Her mood returned to calm, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, opened the communication records, and found the number left by the boy who was defined as untouchable in her memory.

One dial, it's through.

"Are you free now?"

I haven't spoken to him for a long time, and my voice has become rusty.

The panting sound on the other end of the phone echoed between the phone and her ears. Maybe, she should know that he is not available.

"What's the matter, tell me."

"Can you go to school? I have something to tell you." Alas, idiot, why are you so shameless when you know you will be rejected!

"Okay." The voice over there answered obviously calmly.

The inconceivable answer sent An Xiaomu's thoughts flying beyond the sky.

"Oh." Hang up the phone all the way there.

In the empty classroom, the blackboard at the back was covered with sticky notes. An Xiaomu paced between the seats, her eyes scattered on the small notes through the glasses and through the air.

What was written on his note?

An Xiaomu approached the notes that were blown back and forth by the wind. Those two gentle words were signed on the light green notes - Wang Yuan.

But no other words were seen by An Xiaomu.He didn't write it?

An Xiaomu gently flipped through the note, and those two dazzling words occupied her sight - hehe.

Next, An Xiaomu's heartbeat accelerated even more.

"Idiots who want to read what I write, listen up and be happy!"

A voice sounded from behind, and what he said was exactly the same as the content on the note!

Perhaps because of a guilty conscience, An Xiaomu still refused to turn around. The words were still in her eyes, and she froze there.

"Well, you came to me just to let me see you peeking at my note, so I want to read what you wrote too!" The boy's shadow got longer and longer, and he slowly approached her, her limbs were all tightly bound. Fixed.

The warm wind blew hot and hot, blowing her bangs to the sides, blending the memory of the boy with the shy mint fragrance of the girl.

An Xiaomu watched Wang Yuan take down her note, but she was struggling in her heart.

Suddenly, it seemed that the blockade had been unlocked, and she went to snatch it as fast as she could.

Finally, an attempt.

The boy is like a victorious hero, he swears the content of the note in his hand.

"Like is to express unrestrainedly, and love is to give without complaint and regret and that piece of longing. I like this place, but I love the distance."

At the end of the reading, his eyes became deep, and his tone changed from complacency to slight regret.

"Are you homesick?" The tone may have sounded questionable in his ears, but it turned into disappointment in An Xiaomu's ears.

"A little bit." She said softly.The hot wind was no longer annoying, they gently blew the flowers, but they couldn't blow away the thoughts in An Xiaomu's heart.

"What a coincidence, I think too, let's go together!" Wang Yuan hugged An Xiaomu's shoulder so that he forgot the previous embarrassment.

But, aside from the obvious, An Xiaomu was very moved secretly, but Wang Yuan's home wasn't there after all.

Her tone became shy: "Idiot, you didn't grow up there, how could you think that!"

In the classroom, in midsummer, there is a sweetness that can not disappear for a long time.Wang Yuan, you can't forget who you forget, she likes you.