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Chapter 21 At the end of Jihai, the winter morning when the city was closed (21)

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    Did she remember him? This is Zhong Chumian's most direct thought.

    So he asked for proof: "How do you know my name?"

    It's okay if you don't ask, but once you ask, you force back what Yu Wanfeng wanted to say.

    It turns out that he really doesn't remember me.

    Otherwise, why would you ask me, how would you know his name?

    Frustrated, Yu Wanfeng smiled, "Oh, I saw it on your CT report that day."

    I see.

    Zhong Chumian felt a little lost.

    Yu Wanfeng was also very disappointed.

    She smiled again: "I'm sorry, the chicken wings seem to be gone, so can I make Coke carrots?"

    Without waiting for Zhong Chumian to answer, she said to herself again: "It should be possible. Carrots and chicken wings are about the same. I'm going to make Coca-Cola radishes."

    Yu Wanfeng turned around, stepped on the steps, and walked downstairs step by step.

    Zhong Chumian, at that time you were in the third year of high school and I was in the first year of high school. You were on the third floor and I was on the first floor.

    ?From Class One (1) to Class Three (5), there are a total of 180 flat steps and 44 steps.

    Your position is always at the front.

    From the first row and third column, to the first row and fourth column, and then back to the first row and third column.

    Like other high school seniors, there are books piled on your desk, but they are neatly piled up, more neatly than others.

    Many times, I pretended to go the wrong way, walked from the first floor to the third floor, and then walked back from the third floor to the first floor.

    That way, I can sneak a look at you through the window.

    Sometimes you can see you sitting at the desk writing the test paper, sometimes you can't see anything.

    Sometimes there is a copy of "Notre Dame de Paris", sometimes "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", and sometimes "No Word Proof" on your desk.

    By the way, I checked the "No Word Proof", but I couldn't understand it.

    But for you, it should be very simple.

    This is our gap.

    I kept chasing, thinking that the distance between us had been constantly shortening.

    But who knew, it was shortened to six years.

    Zhong Chumian stood where he was, staring blankly at Yu Wanfeng leaving.

    He thought she must be a little depressed.

    Or rather, sad.

    But in Zhong Chumian's brain circuit, Yu Wanfeng was "sad" because of the phone call just now, and because of the man named Meng Xizhou.

    He only heard the second half of the words, she strongly opposed him coming here.

    She is worried about him

    It has been six years, and he has missed too much time about her.

    Maybe she already has her own heart, maybe she has no room for others, maybe she has talked to others and made a promise for the future.

    But Zhong Chumian was not reconciled.

    So what if there is such a possibility?

    He was going to be here, by her side.

    If she is really happy and stable, then he will leave quietly.

    But if she hesitates, then this is his chance.

    Thinking of this, Zhong Chumian smiled in relief.

    *

    ¡¾Memory Small Theater¡¿

    In the first year of high school, Yu Wanfeng was sixteen years old, in his cardamom years, just in time for youth.

    She was sure that she really fell in love with Zhong Chumian, so she looked at the report card and sighed all day long.

    The deskmate asked her what was wrong, and she laughed bitterly: "Look at my math score, it can drag me from the top 80 in the grade to the 180."

    The deskmate disagreed: "It's okay, when you divide subjects, you choose liberal arts, and mathematics is not difficult."

    Yu Wanfeng was indignant: "But Zhong Chumian is always the first in grade! Every time I get a perfect score in mathematics!"

    The classmate was surprised: "Zhong Chumian? The senior who dominated the rankings in the third year of high school?"

    "right!"

    "Your goal is too high."

    ?Unconvinced, Yu Wanfeng went to block Zhong Chumian after school that day.

    Just to Zhong Chumian: "If you are free in the future, can you help me with math?"

    Poor.

    Zhong Chumian just frowned slightly, expressionless.

    Yu Wanfeng was downcast.

    After a long time, Zhong Chumian said, "I am very strict. If you can't learn it, you can't leave."

    Yu Wanfeng was eager, and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

    Zhong Chumian said again: "The tutoring fee I want is very high."

      Yu Wanfeng smiled: "I have a lot of money."

    What Yu Wanfeng lacks most is money.

    Thus, this "deal" was concluded.

    Zhong Chumian has a fairly good friend. When she found out about this, she quietly asked him: "That primary school girl always comes to see you, does she like you?"

    Zhong Chumian shook his head: "No."

    He paused, and added: "I like her."

    The friend was shocked: "Can't you tell? Then you still want her to pay for tutoring?"

    Zhong Chumian smiled: "Who said what I want is money?"

    What he wants is for her to be with him for the rest of his life.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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