I was very young when I met Liang Jiahe, and I no longer remember how old he was.
In short, as long as Jiang Miao can remember, she and Liang Jiahe have grown up together.
When she was seven years old, she found a jar of candy in Liang Jiahe's schoolbag.
It's her favorite flavor.
She was surprised to think that Liang Jiahe also liked to eat this candy, so she brought it with her every day.
Liang Jiahe could only say in a helpless tone: "Some people like to eat it."
When she was nine years old, she wanted Liang Jiahe to play her princess in the school's theatrical performance.
The teacher didn't know whether to laugh or cry, saying that Liang Jiahe was a boy and could not play the role of a princess. She was very depressed about this.
But after the performance, Liang Jiahe accompanied her to play the princess again.
At the age of seventeen, she looked at the performance rankings and saw Liang Jiahe ranked first in the grade by a long shot.
There was still a long way to go between her grades and his. She was so worried that she even missed a chicken drumstick for dinner.
Liang Jiahe came to her with a lunch box, and she gnawed on the chicken legs unsatisfactorily.
Then he raised his head and asked Liang Jiahe in a consultative manner: "Can you just think it's for me and save a few points on the exam?"
Naturally, Liang Jiahe hit him on the forehead.
And I would like to submit ten sets of test papers.
From the day she met Liang Jiahe, her life was filled with Liang Jiahe's name.
Unlike her, who was a troublesome rebellious person, he was a good student praised by his parents and teachers.
He is like the bright and cold moon, otherwise it is dust.
But the person who grew up with her was Liang Jiahe, and the person who later taught her how to kiss was also Liang Jiahe.
During the long and humid rainy season, the narrow alleys are filled with wet morning glory.
His breath was unsteady, and his slender, clean fingers touched the teeth marks on his lips.
He laughed in a low voice:
"Why are you still so bad, Miaomiao?"
·Cold and gentle x ghost horse girl
·Childhood sweethearts who make up for regrets
[Please collect the next book "Dream Fish Tank"]
The beginning of my relationship with Jiang Xueting was the summer when I transferred to No. 1 Middle School.
A friend asked her: "Jiang Xueting, have you heard of him?"
He was the top scorer in the high school entrance examination and ranked first in grade. He became a key student praised by the school when he entered school. No one knew about him.
She nodded.
Friend: "Help me catch him, and I'll cover your tuition and living expenses for the past two years."
Jiang Xueting is not easy to chase. He is known as the flower of the high mountains, and his whole body is full of alienation and indifference.
During the flag-raising ceremony every Monday, standing in the morning sun wearing brand-new school uniforms, it was even more deserted than the snow.
She had some hesitation, but for two years of living expenses, she gave it a try.
She sends love letters to friends, plays assists, and puts colorful flowers at birthday parties. It can be said that she is dedicated and conscientious.
With my high school living expenses covered, I no longer have to rely on others. I can take the college entrance examination with peace of mind and get admitted to a university of my choice.
At the celebration banquet after the college entrance examination, she happily placed fireworks for her friends.
Filaments burst out and filled everyone's heads.
Only Jiang Xueting took off the filigree and did not throw it away. He held it in his hand and gently twisted it repeatedly.
Across the crowd, he looked straight at her with indifferent eyes.
Just like two years ago, when she first sent him a love letter for a friend, he sat on the sofa in the study room and looked up at her.
The dark and indifferent eyes dimly reflected the light.
He asked:
"Lin Luosheng."
"Is it fun to play with me?"
Deliberately approaching x Flower of Dark Mountain
Concept: You say that life is like a rainy season soaked in water, but it doesn't matter, the rain will always stop.
