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Chapter 3 That injury, long time no see!

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    ?

    Ding,

    when,

    when!

    A few drops of rain hit the metal buckets in front of and behind his shoulders, Xiaojun raised his head, and a few drops of rain hit his face.

    "Wow"

    Before the spring rain is about to come, I am always so reserved. From morning to noon, I can't wait for it to come.

    Xiaojun hurriedly turned his head and walked towards home, but stopped after walking a few steps.

    The house next to him is Yang Yue's home.

    Since Yang Yue left, his grandfather also moved away.  The yard is left unused.

    Although idle, it has not been abandoned.

    The Yang family, which is a single family, has no relatives in this village, and the only one who can be regarded as their relatives is Xiaojun.

    Xiaojun touched his pocket, which happened to still contain a bunch of keys.

    Two of them belong to this house.

    One locked the door, and the other locked the main room.  What can't be locked is the memory of the past years.

    Stepping into the courtyard, Xiaojun remembered that he hadn't been here for a long time.

    Some time ago, because I was busy with the final exam, I didn't go home for a long time.

    ? During the Spring Festival holiday this time, I was busy visiting relatives and alleys, dealing with various things.

    The abandoned yard, the fallen leaves of the persimmon trees, and the dry pomegranates all over the ground have made this place extremely desolate.

    Xiaojun quickly put it on the bucket, picked up the broom, and cleaned the courtyard.

    Accompanied by the light spring rain, Xiaojun finally cleaned the yard.

    And when he tidied up the sanitation of the main room, the spring rain was completely tight and dense!

    Xiaojun leaned lazily on the door of the main room, staring at the courtyard door.

    In a daze, Xiaojun seemed to see Yang Yue who was wearing a high ponytail and smiling when he saw him.

    Her smile is the medicine of the soul. No matter how tired Xiaojun is, once he sees her smile, his mood will be completely lifted.

    Her big eyes narrowed into two crescent moons, and there were deep dimples on both sides of her mouth.

    After a long time, Xiaojun realized that he was facing a void.

    The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the ground is rustling, as if the ground is rustling with needle-like drumsticks.

    Xiaojun felt that the wind was getting colder, so he had to go home quickly.

    He locked the door of the main room again, picked up two iron buckets, went out of the courtyard door, and locked the door again.

    Only then did he pick up the iron bucket energetically and walked towards the house.

    When he passed a small stone bridge, he involuntarily looked towards the wide water.

    Thousands of water droplets from the spring rain ticked on the water surface, making countless ripples on the water surface.

    The boat was still floating against the shore, and seemed to be weakened by the spring rain.

    And Yang Yue, who was shaking the oars and singing songs on the boat, disappeared;

    The self sitting on the other side of the boat, the young self, has also disappeared;

    The dream of being carefree and dreaming of being in pairs forever after growing up is gone;

    All gone!

    The pain in my heart is like a flood that has opened its gates, and it rushes down thousands of miles. I wish I could empty my heart and cry my soul dry.  Suffer yourself to the extreme, just to get that beloved back!

    The only thing that can come back is my own tears.

    The dense spring rain was mixed by the water mist into a huge movie curtain, and everything in the past emerged.

    "Yang Yue?" Xiaojun stared blankly at the beautiful girl who was waving the oars on the water, and he was so dreamy, he forgot that he was soaking in the dense rain.

    Thoughts have already flown far away

    ?That year, that mountain, that river, that person, that injury, like hot tears, completely rushed up (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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