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Chapter 895 Can We Not Go?

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    He Yihan took Wen Wangzhou's physics notes, she lifted her lips and smiled, and flicked the corners of her eyes.

    "Thanks, I'm sick and tired today. After I get home and make copies, I'll hand over the physical notes to you tomorrow."

    Wen Wangzhou was noncommittal, but he didn't ask He Yihan for his physics notes after school.

    After school that day, Wen Wangzhou came to the Poetry Appreciation Club as usual. He thought he would not see He Yihan, but found that He Yihan was sitting on a chair, quietly lowering his head, taking notes.

    Everyone around was reading quietly, Wen Wangzhou came to He Yihan's side and lowered his voice.

    He suddenly asked: "Didn't it mean that after school is over, take it home and make a photocopy?"

    He Yihan replied without raising his head: "Yeah, that's what I planned, but suddenly I remembered that they said that a good memory is not as good as a bad pen, and I might as well copy and return the notebook in my hand."

    After finishing speaking, she seemed to suddenly think of something, and looked up at Wen Wangzhou.

    "YouShouldn't you be reading? It's not allowed in the classroom to talk about things that have nothing to do with poetry. Of course, if you want to communicate, there should be no one to communicate with you."

    "So, be quiet."

    Wen Wangzhou didn't say anything, but raised his eyebrows and looked at He Yihan.

    One, aren't you talking?

    He Yihan understood Wen Wangzhou's eyes, and there was a little pride in her eyes, and she said proudly: "I'm the president, in my club, I'm the king!"

    Wen Wangzhou continued to look at him with his eyes.

    It seems the president doesn't use it like this.

    He Yihan pointed directly to the book in front of him, and then pointed to the door, giving him two paths to choose from.

    Either read a book, or leave.

    Wen Wangzhou casually put his schoolbag on the seat at the same table where He Yihan was sitting, stepped forward to take a book, and then sat beside He Yihan.

    The two of them were at the same table in the class, but now they are still at the same table when they are here.

    He Yihan just glanced at him, didn't say anything, and continued to take notes.

    Wen Wangzhou flipped through two pages of the book, and then shifted his gaze to He Yihan. From his point of view, he could only see the top of He Yihan's fluffy head with light hair, which was very beautiful.

    He withdrew his gaze and focused on the ancient poems.

    Another casual glance, Wen Wangzhou didn't speak, but his fingers came to the notes that He Yihan was copying.

    So a slender and fair fingertip suddenly appeared in He Yihan's sight.

    The boy's hand has clear bones, and you can see the traces of the gullies under the flesh. Even if he simply taps on the book, He Yihan has a kind of hand that is very clean and sharp, the kind of edges and corners that she most wants to have.  hands.

    Wen Wangzhou's hand touched a letter on the notebook.

    In his own notes, the letter is an i.

    Wen Wangzhou wrote this letter like "gong" in Chinese.

    But in He Yihan's notebook, what was written was the same as the lowercase l.

    In physics, i and l are two references. If the notes are wrong, they will eventually become confused.

    That is not worth the candle.

    He Yihan glanced at Wen Wangzhou's notes, and then at his own.

    She understood, but Wen Wangzhou's hand was still on her notebook.

    He Yihan reached out and pushed his fingers away.

    The fingertips of the two inevitably touched.

    Both of them were taken aback, Wen Wangzhou quietly withdrew his hand, and He Yihan continued to copy notes, she silently changed all "i" into "work".

    Half an hour later, Wen Wangzhou left the classroom.

    He Yihan suddenly stood up from his seat, picked up a book that Wen Wangzhou had been reading, and handed it to him.

    Two people stood in the corridor, Wen Wangzhou was holding a schoolbag in his left hand, and poetry in his right hand, and asked a bit puzzled: "This is?"

    "Exchange hostages."

    After He Yihan finished speaking, his eyes were stained with a smile.

    "You take it, this is my favorite book. Maybe you have to lend me your physical notes for two or three days, and then you can just return this book to me."

    Wen Wangzhou was quiet for a moment, then suddenly put the book into his schoolbag.

    "I see."

    He opened the schoolbag and put the book in the bookThe top layer of the pile, zip it up.

    He Yihan stood there for a while, thinking about what to say, but found that she and Wen Wangzhou had nothing to say.

    "Thenbye."

    As soon as the words fell, even He Yihan felt a little embarrassed.

    She didn't look up at Wen Wangzhou's expression, but she could hear him suddenly laughing softly.

    "goodbye."

    The boy and the girl turned and left almost at the same time, walking in two directions.

    The setting sun shone into the corridor through the window lattice, gradually elongating the shadows of the two people, extending in two directions-

    Wen Wangzhou was woken up by his mother in the middle of the night.

    The habit of so many years made Wen Wangzhou wake up in an instant.

    There was still boundless darkness outside the window, and the next moment, the lights in the room were turned on.

    The instant brightness made Wen Wangzhou close his eyes uncomfortably.

    For so many years of habits, his mother didn't even have to explain to him.

    Then he turned around and went to pack his luggage.

    Wen Wangzhou was quiet for a while, then got out of bed suddenly, and came to his mother's bedroom, where he saw her packing her luggage.

    He couldn't help asking a question, a question he hadn't asked for a long time.

    Wen Wangzhou didn't even know how long it had been since he asked such a question last time.

    "Can we not go?"

    Hearing Wen Wangzhou's words, Fu Yue suddenly stopped and turned to look at her outstanding son.

    The current him is no longer the kid who ran around with him without complaining.

    Fu Yue suddenly had a feeling, as if her son had grown up, had full wings, and was about to spread his wings and leave.

    But

    Fu Yue wanted to let go, but she couldn't.

    She came to Wen Wangzhou's side and patted his shoulder lightly.

    "Wangzhou, you know the answer."

    Wen Wangzhou was quiet for a moment, looked at his mother for a moment, and suddenly said in a low voice, "I see."

    After finishing speaking, he turned and went back to his room.

    Skillfully pulled out a suitcase from the side, and began to pack things.

    What Wen Wangzhou mainly organizes are clothes and study things.

    Coming to the desk, he saw the pure black sky outside the window, as if he was used to it all.

    Countless times, countless left quietly under the cover of night.

    He has stopped in many cities, but none of them really belonged to him.

    For so many years, he seems to have forgotten why he and his mother left the city again and again.

    But these questions are meaningless.

    His mother never gave him a convincing answer, and the only promise she gave him was that as long as he started college, he would never move with her again.

    When the time comes, he will be able to stay in a city and carry out his college life with peace of mind.

    He withdrew his gaze, and when he was about to tidy up the notebooks for study, his gaze fell on the notebooks that were placed on the table.

    That book of poetry.

    [The author has something to say]

    I wish all women, Happy Women's Day!

    When I was a child, I hated this festival very much. I thought women were a derogatory term.

    Now I am very proud.

    I respect and draw strength from every remarkable woman.

    The value of women will not degrade with age, they are the most precious gems in the world.

    Happy Women's Day, to every woman in my life.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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