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Chapter 63 Red Sleeves Add the Fragrance of Memory

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    A period of miserable desolation.

    When I was still living in that yard, one afternoon, it should be a weekend, but it seemed to be some kind of holiday. I don¡¯t remember the specifics clearly, but it must be a half-day school holiday.

    In the morning when school was about to end, the class teacher came to give the notice.  The time is too short, and it is far away from home, so I can't go back.  After eating at noon, I returned to the classroom to study by myself as usual.

    There are still quite a few people in the classroom.

    I sat for a long time, but my heart was recalcitrant to the world outside the classroom, and my mind was sleepy with sleepiness.

    Forget it, it's rare to play, go back to sleep.

    I put away the homework book, folded the test papers, piled them on the high pile of books, patted around it with both hands, put the pen into the pencil case, squeezed it hard, and put it into the book hole.  Stand up, kick the stool back, and walk outside.

    Walking slowly in the small alleys, I have longed for such a leisurely day so many times.  A walking tractor drove slowly ahead. The street was too narrow and the road was full of potholes. People treated it as a sewage channel and soaked up many places.

    Both sides of the road were still full of sundries, so I turned sideways and stepped to stand on a pile of sand.  Seeing the tractor bumping past, looking over, not far away, Mingyue was also leaning sideways on the side of the road, waiting for it to pass.

    "Is she moving out, too? By herself? Pretty bold."

    I jumped off the sand and wanted to leave, but she is my classmate after all, I'm afraid it's not good for me to leave like this, let her think.  Besides, they all looked at each other again, wait for her to come over and say something before leaving, I'll just stand there and wait for her.

    She also seemed to understand what I meant by not leaving. Before the tractor passed by, she stepped on the chaotic firewood, raised her arms, and walked here tremblingly. After walking for a long time, she jumped onto the flat road and squatted down.  , both arms are still raised, slightly bent towards the chest, and there is still a "hi" in the mouth, accompaniment for this jumping action?  Looking at her lovely posture, I was intoxicated for a long time in the time when I was with Yang Yue in my childhood.

    As she approached, I turned my head in another direction, my eyes flashed, and tears came out again.

    "What are you doing?"

    She is like a bird, flapping her two wings, bouncing over, with a delicate voice, why do girls always like to pretend to be cute?  Wasn't she provocative when these two were alone together?  However, I was very moved. I haven't seen this voice and this movement for a long time.  A long time ago, Yang Yue and Xiaoyun once

    "What are you doing? What are you looking at?"

    She came to me, stood still, looked down at herself up and down, then raised her head and looked at me strangely.

    Uh, I was too obsessed with thinking about things just now, and I looked at her intently again, which made her suspicious.

    "Oh." I felt embarrassed and smiled at her, "You are so beautiful today."

    "Yeah?" There was a flash of light in her eyes immediately, her eyes widened a little, her face turned red, and she was shocked by my words?  Or other reasons?

    She seems to like white very much.  In winter it is a white down jacket, and in summer it is another white outfit.  White t-shirt, white tight casual pants, and of course white sneakers, with thick soles, giving people a very stable and practical feeling.

    "Okay, don't look at it, I'm really embarrassed to see it." Fenpu fluttered his chubby face, and grinned again, which was pretty.  She's the cute little girl type, the girl who never grows up.

    "Did you move out too? Why haven't I met you before?"

    "No." She swung her arms to one side of her body, twisted her shoulders, then swung them to the other side, twisted her body again, and swung them back again, like a little girl acting coquettishly in front of adults.  She seemed to be comfortable only by being constantly active.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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