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Chapter 90 It's been a long time since I've seen you

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    After talking too much, Xu Mingchuan was a little powerless and coughed for quite some time.

    Zhong Chumian's brows were full of solemnity, and he told Xu Mingchuan: "Stop talking, take a good rest. Get well soon, and wait for you to come back."

    "good."

    Xu Mingchuan still had a faint smile on his face.

    Yu Wanfeng squatted in the corner, wiping away tears while fiddled with the withered crabapple in front of her feet.

    Zhong Chumian walked over, pulled her up, knelt down and picked up the pot of crabapple flowers.

    "The crabapple you planted?" Zhong Chumian put the crabapple on the table.

    Yu Wanfeng sniffed: "No, Huai Jin raised it. She can't support anything, and the prickly pear can wither."

    "Not dead yet." Zhong Chumian also fiddled with the pot of crabapple, "It's just dying."

    Terrified, Yu Wanfeng grabbed Zhong Chumian's arm and asked, "Xu Mingchuan won't die, right?"

    Zhong Chumian knocked on her head: "No."

    "you promise?"

    "Well, I promise."

    How can such a thing be guaranteed.

    Who can guarantee.

    But he didn't want to see her sad and crying.

    Sure enough, the effect of psychological comfort was remarkable, and Yu Wanfeng stopped crying, leaning against the fence of the roof, recalling with Zhong Chumian the three of them's high school past.

    At that time, they were still young, and most of the things they experienced were ordinary.

    After all, it's just those things.

    Attend classes, exams, sports meets, autumn outings, go to the park, and eat snacks at the school gate.

    Zhong Chumian likes mathematics class the most, and he likes everything related to mathematics.

    But Yu Wanfeng likes physical education class the most.

    After physical education class, you can drink ice soda, and you can also peek at Zhong Chumian.

    None of them knew about Xu Mingchuan's favorite class.

    But they knew that Xu Mingchuan loved to eat the noodles at the school gate the most.

    Every morning, other day students arrive at school early to recite words.  Xu Mingchuan came to school early to buy noodles.

    That noodle shop is so popular that you have to wait in line for ten minutes.

    "I don't know, whether Xu Mingchuan still likes to eat noodles." Yu Wanfeng smiled.

    Zhong Chumian said: "The store in front of Yanglan High School no longer sells noodle nests."

    Yu Wanfeng was a little surprised: "Did you go there later?"

    "Well," Zhong Chumian nodded, "I've been there after returning to China."

    Yu Wanfeng was depressed.

    You have been to Wuhan, but you did not come to see me.

    How could she know that Zhong Chumian went back to Yanglan High School to find her.

    Mr. Xiong was still teaching. He looked at Zhong Chumian for a long time, and then narrowed his eyes: "I just said that you have a puppy love."

    Then happily gave him the address left by Yu Wanfeng, and said excitedly when parting: "If you succeed, you will give me a red envelope as a matchmaker. If I didn't report your puppy love back then, would you be safe and sound?"

    Zhong Chumian nodded solemnly: "Okay, I will give you a big red envelope."

    As a result, Mr. Xiong smiled: "Don't ask for too much red envelope, just let me sing a few songs at your wedding."

    Zhong Chumian: ""

    It's just the address given by Mr. Xiong, which is no longer Yu Wanfeng's address.

    She moved.

    Zhong Chumian saw that Yu Wanfeng seemed to be a little lost, the reason was unknown, she thought about it, and asked her: "Do you also like eating noodle nests from that restaurant?"

    Yu Wanfeng regained consciousness and thought for a while: "It's okay. I prefer to eat the stinky tofu under the overpass."

    Having said this, Yu Wanfeng became happy, and asked Zhong Chumian: "Do you still remember the old lady who sold stinky tofu? She couldn't push her car, and the three of us helped her push it home."

    Zhong Chumian nodded.

    Of course he remembered.

    He remembered many things that happened with her.

    "When Xu Mingchuan recovers, I will definitely go to the owner who sells noodle nests and ask him to help make noodle nests." Yu Wanfeng's eyes were burning.

    Zhong Chumian smiled, looking down at the pot of crabapple flowers.

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