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Chapter 62 That Hibiscus Tree Blooms Again

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    In front of the dormitory, next to the road, there is a small iron house with a fixed shop, which sells a variety of snacks. It has become very popular not long after we moved in. The boss often brings his family with him, and three or four people are crowded in the small iron house.  busy.

    Because there are so many people and the window is small, it is not surprising that the hand holding the money is thrown high, and it is not surprising to squeeze in when it is numb.

    After finally getting in, I handed money to the small window to pick up things.  Afterwards, he struggled to get out from the crowded crowd, and once he got out, the gap behind him was immediately blocked.

    In this way, the distant canteens and shops have been left out a lot.  They called security to chase away the owner of the small iron house.  There was a conflict between the two parties, and the owner of the iron house was locked inside and dragged away by a trailer.

    The students protested together, and the protest was limited to standing upstairs, leaning on the railing, screaming, and the whistling continued to accompany the shouting.

    It has already entered June, and it is about to leave the campus, leave her, reluctant, but must be willing to part.

    Time is like scissors. The future and the present are the cloth to be cut. It strikes from afar, foot by foot, to cut the ribbon that keeps Yan Nan and me together.

    Seeing the separation, seeing the boundless longing for her that will be faced in the future, seeing the boundless longing, but also hopeless, desperate, and fruitless longing.  I was even more eager to meet Yan Nan, but I didn't have the courage to face her.

    In the middle of the night, I cry.  Tears welled up easily and could not stop flowing.  The source of tears is holy water, where is it hidden?  Watered by whom?  Is it her?  Does she want me to wait for her sometime in the future?  Now can you tell me what moment it is?

    The longing in my heart turns a day into a year.

    I really met Yan Nan, but I didn't dare to look up at her. I just felt a familiar shadow flicker, my nerves jumped, and all my thoughts turned into pus and ran away from the wound.

    After that, sitting in the classroom, I was looking forward to meeting her again.

    After that, it was unrequited love. After she knew about it, is it considered unrequited love to torture myself like this?

    Drag your soul into the abyss with pain, and pass a class with paralysis.

    She is not in the classroom.

    Waiting at her door. After waiting for a long time, I still haven't seen her.  The long wait is the accumulation of pain, and the accumulation of pain is piled up on my head.  After pressing for a long time, I suffocated.

    All of a sudden blank, the blank is not a monotonous white, but a frightened white.  My body couldn't resist the approach of time step by step. I was dragged and dragged by it. I fell to the ground, and I was still dragged. I was dragged forward like a dead dog.

    I really can't accept the separation from Yan Nan, separation means that I will never see her again.  I covered my face with my hands and burst into tears.  Before drying, I broke out of the classroom.  The rustling sound of flipping a book behind him passed by.

    In the small campus, there is a huge hibiscus tree.

    The thick body spreads out the big crown.

    The canopy of the tree is so big that it can occupy more than half of the small open space in front of the teaching building.

    When spring comes, its branches and leaves are luxuriant, and it directly becomes a place for students to play after class.  The spring rain has come, and it has become a venue for outdoor sports for those students who are not afraid of the cold.

    When summer comes, hibiscus blooms one by one, looking from a distance, like small open umbrellas, scattered on the branches and leaves of green bushes.  The hibiscus flower, with its gorgeous and extremely flat color, and its light and lively petals and stamens, is very similar to life.

    Behind the campus, a forest protruded high, I sat down and let the wind blow.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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