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Chapter 67 This time, it's finally fun!

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    I got up, sat next to her, put one hand on her shoulder, hugged her, and held her cheek with the other hand, she turned her face to one side, her lips moved.

    I poked my head down, the scent on her body opened my pores, and an inexplicable excitement rushed over me, and I moved closer to her.  She came to meet me, hugged my neck tightly, and tightened it with the greatest strength of her arms. I felt her soft lips, and with a little force from my hands, she threw herself into my arms.

    The collision of teeth, the harsh friction, and the soft tongue slipped into my mouth.

    No, no, Yan Nan, I can't think of one in my heart and hold the other in my arms, no, my confused and flustered heart is beating clearly in memory.

    I struggled, took her arm away, and pushed her away.  Her eyes were drunk, narrowed into a slit, raised high, looking at me, panting heavily, and muttering something, I don't know.  I got up and walked towards the mountain road.

    "Where are you going?" She seemed to have recovered.

    "Go down the mountain."

    "Wait for me" she followed.

    After a period of time, I avoided her, intentionally cold her, and she understood what I meant very well.

    I understand better that girls are naturally sensitive, and they will not actively pursue boys.  There is no shortage of boys around her, besides, what am I?  She also became cold towards me.  Until graduation, I never said a word to her.

    The day of the college entrance examination finally came.  It hit me on the head like a heavy punch, making me dizzy.

    The exam is nervous, but also focused, focused and nervous.

    After that, it was exhaustion.  Every game is more tiring, each time pushing the body and spirit to the peak together, followed by a slump of listlessness.

    The last exam is over, relaxed, all the cells in the body are opened at once, breathing heavily the oxygen that the body has owed for the past three years.

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    During those days in the abandoned garden, I used to sleep on the coffin board all the time!  For the college entrance examination, I could turn into a dead person!

    An empty yard, except for weeds and tree branches, is adobe walls, wooden windows, and straw roofs.  Except for a tall square table, there is nothing else in the house.

    I have been sleeping on a "cot" I built out of planks.  When I packed up my things and was about to leave, a child pointed at those boards and called out, "Coffin boards!"

    I was terrified and gritted my teeth, hating that child's broken mouth!

    Because of his words, I was stuck in my heart for a long time, sleeping on the coffin board all day, what is this called!  That feeling was like pulling out vegetable soup after eating, and pulling out a fly: my heart was full of panic.

    As soon as I moved in, I thought about building a small bed.

    Moved six cement blocks from outside the yard and erected them to serve as the legs of the bed.  Take the wooden boards stacked in the corner, wipe them clean and lay them on top.  A cot is ready.

    A mat is spread on it, and then a mattress is spread.  A piece of blue and white striped bed sheet that has been washed and faded was thrown out, wrapped in the wind, shaken out, and the mattress was spread out comfortably.  As soon as the wind went away, he softened his body and threw himself down to cover the mattress.

    With a pillow filled with crushed wheat straw, an alarm clock, and a few books, life in the abandoned garden begins.

    After school, I lie on the bed to read and write on my stomach.  At night, I think about Yan Nan over and over again on it.

    It's been a long time, and I don't need to talk to anyone, no matter if it's nonsense or what I have to say, I don't open my mouth.  What are you talking about? It's boring!

    At night, I blinked my eyes, and when I turned over, the bed board shook, and I felt like I was lying in a boat.  At dawn, get out of bed to see if the "bed legs" are still stable.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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