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Chapter 177 Ding Chou Day, the Ordinary Day of Beginning of Spring (9)

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    But people are so awkward, they always have a lot of unreasonable and messy thoughts about things they care about.

    The more you care, the more chaotic you will be.

    Because of the desire to have it, the fear of not being able to have it.

    I am even more afraid of losing it again after having it.

    It would be even more uncomfortable if it was snatched away by someone.

    Before these things happened, many scenes have been played out many times in my heart.

    As if it was real.

    Probably many people who are deeply in love will be like this, swayed by emotions and emotions, those rational thinking and calm judgments will always be fettered by these emotions.

    Yu Wanfeng thought for a while, but still couldn't remember which phone call he was talking about.

    She scratched her head and asked Zhong Chumian: "Which time are you talking about? I have no memory."

    Zhong Chumian said a name, but he didn't know which ones.

    Readable pronunciation, he remembers it very clearly.

    After hearing this, Yu Wanfeng understood.

    Meng Xizhou.

    This person, since the dispute that day, except for the occasional text message to greet, has not been entangled.

    Since the closure of the city, things have happened one after another, and friends and classmates have sent greeting text messages and phone calls one after another, and she has no time to think about this person.

    Now that Zhong Chumian mentioned it, Yu Wanfeng understood that there were some things that she had never explained to Zhong Chumian.

    Yu Wanfeng frowned slightly, thinking about how to tell him this matter in a concise language.

    But Zhong Chumian took action.

    He stepped forward and embraced Yu Wanfeng into the conversation, lowering his voice very low: "If you don't want to say it, don't say it. It's not very important."

    The important thing is that they have now expressed their hearts to each other.

    They are already together.

    Yu Wanfeng grabbed his shoulder.

    He is restless.

    His breathing became short of breath, and his body trembled a little.

    Yu Wanfeng could feel emotions surging in his chest.

    She said to him: "Zhong Chumian, you seem to be not very happy."

    "Xiaowan," Zhong Chumian replied truthfully, "I'm afraid."

    "What are you afraid of?"

    "I'm afraid you will leave me." Zhong Chumian expressed the fear deep in his heart.

    Yu Wanfeng was slightly startled.

    Suddenly she understood.

    In fact, Zhong Chumian has always been not confident enough in his heart.

    ?Growing up in a single-parent family, he struggled to make ends meet due to poverty, and was ridiculed by others because of his eye disease.

    His living circle is so small, he has very few friends, and his only relative is his mother.

    He worked so hard and fought so hard, but he wanted to live up to his mother's hard work, and he was unwilling to succumb to his own destiny.

    He was not born a proud son of heaven, but a weed by the mud ditch.

    Later, his excellent grades and outstanding character made him get some attention.

    But how much sincerity is there in those attentions?

    Thinking of this, Yu Wanfeng felt a little distressed, and moved her body closer to his embrace.

    "Zhong Chumian, don't be afraid, I'm by your side." Yu Wanfeng let go of him slightly, raised her eyes, and saw his burning eyes.

    "Look, I'm here, you can see me, you can hug me, you can kiss me, I'm not going anywhere."

    "We have been separated for the past few years. Many things have happened. We have all lived our own lives. I can tell you anything you want to know."

    "Meng Xizhou is my direct senior. When my father passed away, he lent me money to help me with my father's funeral. In order to thank him, I helped him do the investigation for half a year, and the investigation materials were given to him free of charge. I think  I should not owe him anything." (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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