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Chapter 449: 449. Happy Birthday

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    This gift from my parents is the best gift in the world.

    I can't even care about sadness!

    I hung up the phone, devoured the cake, and ran to the trash can to throw the cake box in.

    Li Mingye made a fortune!

    The abundance of wealth can indeed relieve emotional pressure.

    I kind of understand why some girls can give up their boyfriends for many years for the house!

    But when I think about it, I feel bitter again.

    If Jiangnancao traded a house and a car for Zhang Xingqiao with me, should I trade or not?

    Immediately, I took this unrealistic question out of my mind again, water got in, Zhang Xingqiao ran away with Jiangnan Grass.

    Hongxing is out of the wall!

    I can't stop his wall!

    I had only walked a few steps when I was stopped by a voice.

    "Li Mingye, I knew you were here!"

    Zhang Xingqiao!

    I stopped in my tracks.

    He still remembers my birthday!  My heart was filled with joy and warmth.

    "What are you doing here?" I said coldly, with my back turned to him, my back stiffened a little.

    "Happy birthday!" he said.

    It was only then that I remembered that he and I share the same birthday, he can remember mine as long as he remembers his own, it's not difficult at all!

    The warmth dissipates instantly!

    "No need!" I walked quickly, but he didn't stop me.

    I stopped again and warned him, "You'd better not come to me, I don't want to see you! It will disturb my study and life!"

    Such a sentence, when spoken, every word and every sentence is like the tip of a knife, stabbing my heart with a knife, and the blood is dripping.

    I don't care about his expression, whether he will be sad when he hears it, and I quickly fled there.

    The wind at the end of September is a bit cold, and it spreads across the world, making a lonely rustling sound, and the noise of the whole world is instantly silenced.

    I went back to the dormitory and took out my outfit.  There's my mask in that gigantic gig bag.

    Even if I don't have a special costume for the show, I still have to wear a mask.

    When I sing, I comb my hair to the left, showing the shaved side.

    Shaving life is a sacrifice I left for myself. I cut off most of my life, just to pursue a new beginning.

    The stage is a person's confession, and all the songs are sung by myself and for myself.

    Singing about my hard work, singing about my free personality, singing about my domineering and undisciplined, singing about my cowardice and incompetence singing about my lost love!

    Life is probably like this, it can be seen that it is bitter, hot and sour!

    When I was walking on the campus road with my piano bag on my back, I received a call from Xingqiao's mother.

    "Mingye, happy birthday!"

    "Thank you, Auntie."

    "Ming Ye, how are you doing now?"

    "I am fine!"

    "What about you? How is the new family?"

    "Very good, I'm in the Maldives now!" Mama Xingqiao said, her voice revealing her happiness and pride.

    "I hope you will be happy forever!" I wished her, life finally gave her a happy ending.

    "Tomorrow night, you will be happy forever!" She was blessing me.

    After the blessing, we said goodbye neatly.

    She never mentioned Zhang Xingqiao again, but I was very disappointed.

    I don't know why, but I really want to know what he is doing recently, how he is studying, and how he gets along with the students in the dormitory, but

    In fact, it has nothing to do with me, right?

    The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, but you don't know that I love you.  The farthest distance in the world is not when I stand in front of you but you don¡¯t know I love you, but when I am so in love with you that I cannot say I love you.  The furthest distance in the world is not that you cannot say I love you, but that I love you, but you love another person.

    Since it is a thousand rivers and mountains that cannot be crossed, why should I look forward to it like this?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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