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    Although An Junhe wanted to tell Xiaoxian that it was unhygienic for others to eat something that you had already taken a bite of, but since Xiaoxian didn't care about a girl, there was no need for him to be pretentious and took the bite from Xiaoxian.  After one sip, my stomach, which had been empty since I woke up in the morning, suddenly felt sour and was occupied by some kind of burning feeling.  %

    If the poor life in childhood left him with the most profound thing that he couldn't get rid of, I'm afraid it was a bad stomach. He was greedy when he was a child. When he grew up, he ate a lot more bitter foods, such as sweet potatoes, which can stimulate gastric acid.  Most of the time there will be no contact.

    "What a pity, I'll eat it myself." Xiaoxian expressed regret, and then enjoyed his breakfast with relish.

    The gentle breeze in the morning blew slowly on the road, and the green leaves on both sides of the green belt swayed into undulating waves. The rising sun continued to move in the sky, and the shadows of the tall buildings moved over, and occasionally sunlight fell through the gaps.  In this corner of the steel jungle, there are sparkling waves in the green waves.

    The flow of people gradually increased, and students in groups of three or five walked past. Occasionally, they would turn their heads and look at the two people sitting on the bench under the swaying sea of ??green trees.

    The wind is blowing, and the leaves are falling, falling to the ground slowly, and sometimes they are blown up again.  Behind a row of trees, school and store buildings form a huge wall. The sunlight and the shadows of tall buildings are imprinted on it, intersecting like a canvas. As time goes by, water marks that have lost their color are reflected in everything like a painting.  , the man lowered his head and remained silent, the girl stayed by his side, and the faint fragrance of sweet potatoes filled the air.

    ??Gulu

    Someone swallowed

    "Eat slowly." He was lost in thought for a while.  Turning his head accidentally, An Junhe laughed when he saw Xiaoxian's cheeks bulging. He took out a handkerchief and handed it over, pointing to the corner of his mouth to indicate to her that something was stained there.

    Xiaoxian blushed and took it quickly: "Thank you oppa."

    "You have really grown up" An Junhe looked at her with a dazed look in his eyes and an inexplicable desolation in his tone.  Xiaoxian, who was lowering his head and wiping the corners of his mouth, glanced sideways at him for no apparent reason.  I couldn't understand his sudden exclamation.

    I held it in for a while.  The girl whispered: "If you don't grow up, you will become a monster!"

    An Junhe was helpless, "You, don't always regard everything others say as affirmative or negative sentences. What I just meant was that time passed too fast."

    "Oh" Xiaoxian seemed to understand.  Her advantage is that she doesn't argue with others.  He continued to eat sweet potatoes with a look on his face as if he said yes.  It made An Junhe dumbfounded.

    In fact, he did feel that time passed too fast.

    It¡¯s like it¡¯s still in my memory yesterday.  He often chases buses in this place, sometimes strolling, sometimes panting.  In my memory, there was a short girl munching sweet potatoes in front of me. She loved to wear floral skirts and hold his hand. While counting the change in her bag, she worriedly calculated who should treat whom to snacks today.

    In the blink of an eye, the girl¡¯s height almost reached his shoulders. She no longer looked like a follower, no longer wore floral skirts, and no longer stuck her long hair with hairpins.  Instead, she was sitting on this bench an elbow away from him, wearing a small suit, a knee-length skirt and round leather shoes. When the wind blew over, her hair was fluttering and messy, and the echoes had grown.  The fragrance.

    When Xiaoxian is focused, she seldom cares about other people's opinions. For example, now, she didn't react when An Junhe looked at her for a long time, until An Junhe asked her: "No class today?"

    Xiao Xiancai raised his head and replied: "Nooppa doesn't know that we are about to debut?" She glanced at him strangely, and the girl continued: "The company has already helped to say hello to the school. It will be around the beginning of August."  There are only two months left before we can make our official debut. There are a lot of things to do, such as learning dance and rehearsing. I¡¯m very nervous. Sister Yoona visited the company yesterday, didn¡¯t she tell you?¡±

    An Junhe was silent. For a moment, he forced a smile: "I probably forgot about it!"

    "Yes, my sister is careless and careless all day long. She has been like this since we first met." In the company, because they are similar in age, their homes are not far away, and it seems that they will go to the same school next year.  Xian and Yoona have the best relationship, and they naturally know the most about Lin Yoona's dark history. Perhaps affected by Ahn Junhyuk's emotions just now, when they talked about it, they opened up their memories and recounted them one by one.

    Most of them were "Yoona sister asked me to borrow money and never paid it back. When I reminded her, she said she remembered it, and she forgot to borrow money from me next time." "When sister didn't live at Oppa's house, we all went home together.  But almost every day we have to take two more trips because she always leaves books and other things at the company, and she only remembers them when she gets home to do her homework."

    He listened to her quietly??The corners of the mouth sometimes curl up into a smile.

    By the end of the conversation, the topic was no longer limited to this, but more interesting things about the girl¡¯s trainee career, including some things that happened after they met.

    "The first time I met Oppa was on Sister Xiuyan's birthday, right? I followed Sister Xiuying everywhere to find someone to record blessings. Sister Xiuying was the first to find Oppa. I didn't dare to speak!"

    "Do you still remember?"

    "Of course I remember, because Oppa's blessings are the best of all." Xiaoxian held his chin in his hands, his baby-fat face puckered up, and he narrowed his eyes when he smiled, looking a little proud.  , "Later we took it back and played it, and they were all moved. Otherwise, oppa would think why there are so many boys in the company, and we only want to be close to oppa, especially sister Yoona and sister Xiuyan"

    When she said this, the girl's clear voice suddenly stopped.

    The color of memory fades away like fantasy, and reality comes rushing in.

    The intersection between these two names, Jung Soo-yeon and Ahn Jun-hyuk, has long been diluted by time. She watched this process from beginning to end. Countless scenes were presented one after another. From the very beginning, Soo-yeon was not good at speaking.  They were so reserved that they were almost intimate, and now, she has never seen them together again. The last time they met, Oppa went to the company, and she and Sister Xiuyan came out of the company, and they met.  , when meeting each other, they pause for a moment, and then greet each other seemingly cordially, which is very polite.

    But she understands that behind politeness is alienation.

    Melancholy hit me.

    She saw everything but could do nothing.

    Beside her, An Junhe, who had been listening to her words, the smile on his lips slowly faded away.  She had discovered before that something was wrong with Oppa today. Of course she didn't know the specific reason, which was why she felt particularly uncomfortable.

    A similar feeling of powerlessness has appeared in my mind more and more this year. The chat faded away like Oppa¡¯s smile. The girl held her cheek and looked down at her feet.  There, the wind continued to blow, and the floating dust tracks on the ground came and went. A leaf also joined in the fun, swirling and drifting by, stumbling, touching her shoes, and then flying up.

    There were many pedestrians walking by, but at this moment, I felt really cold.

    The memories that have not yet dissipated in my thoughts echoed in my ears with strings of laughter like silver bells, getting farther and farther away, until finally there was only the sound of the wind.

    "What if" the girl suddenly said in a daze, "How wonderful it would be to be able to turn back time"

    An Junhe remained silent.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!

    ps: I seem to have gotten into trouble. I have always believed in a principle when reading books: if you want to have a harem, you will be crazy!  !  !

    ¡°But when it¡¯s my turn to write, I start to act like a literary youth¡­ How should I treat this disease?  I¡¯m tired of writing with this kind of awkward writing style. The key is that I can¡¯t change it. As soon as my hands touch the keyboard, it will automatically develop into the routine of literary youth. Sometimes when I get stuck, I want to chop off my hands!  !

    Also, the word count is a bit short today, so I won¡¯t post it regularly.

    Also, I am slow
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