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Chapter 43 Memories Kill
Cheng Xuran's fingertips were empty, and she curled up, at a loss what to do, and her heart was empty. In the end, she did nothing because she couldn't do it, she couldn't compete openly and generously like others.

She lowered her eyes and wrote math problems quietly, isolated from the lively atmosphere of the classroom.

The sunshine when school started in March in Yuncheng that year was bright and pale, reflecting the girls' thin wrists.

The nib is getting slower and slower.

Black pen and ink, wet water marks, hidden thoughts between the lines, deep in my heart is quiet, thunder is buried deep in the quiet lake, afraid of being noticed by someone, dare not reveal the slightest.

Be careful.

Watching the clouds and mist, waiting to catch a glimpse of the bright moon.

Did you ask a big star if he was very dazzling in high school?no.

She was very reserved at that time, and even though she had been her classmate for three years, some people might not remember the name Cheng Xuran.

She got stuck on the last big math problem for a long time. She tried three solutions but all got wrong answers, and she couldn't get the correct solution no matter what.

It's a divergent road that goes further and further down the road.

The classroom was noisy and noisy, affecting her thoughts. Cheng Xuran lowered her head in annoyance, and a pair of slender and distinct fingers suddenly appeared in her field of vision.

The world seems to stand still, the sound of water dripping.

"Tick."

Clear and audible.

Whoever falls in the abyss of the heart, raises a thousand waves.

Cheng Xuran still clearly remembers every detail. The temperature of the sun falling on his body was warm and friendly. His breath next to her was refreshing and refreshing. The light kissed his curved joints and fell into the chapter of spring.

The boy took a pen and quickly wrote down a mathematical formula on the paper. The handwriting penetrated the back of the paper. Because he wrote very quickly, the handwriting was not regular and had a sense of power that was scrawled and sharp.

"Try this."

The voice falling from overhead was clear and clear.

There was a cold sweet taste of soda on his body, wafting faintly into his breath.

God knows.

At that second, Cheng Xuran's heart was filled with turmoil.

"Thank you." She clenched her pen tightly and struggled for a long time before she dared to look up at him.

He had turned around lightly and was talking casually to a group of boys.

The photo passed around and landed in his hand again. He didn't seem to care much. He twirled it neatly between his fingers and put it in his pocket. His side face was carelessly clean, and he didn't pay attention to her.

In the face of booing, it was just a sentence: "Okay, I have read it all, don't bother people to study, I have to go to class."

The sun fell on him, at the age of 17, needless to say, the sun is better than everything.

The light meandered all the way to the front table, was blocked by the half-drawn curtains, and stopped abruptly, not reaching Cheng Xuran's feet.

between them.

The Chu River and the Han border are clearly divided.

For him, it was just a question he solved casually.

It's easy, so anyone can do it, it doesn't matter.

She doesn't care whether she has seen the photo or not, and whether she likes it or not.

At that time, the relationship between them was already very unhappy. If something was crumbling, it would only take a moment for the tall building to collapse.

They are considered classmates, so strange.

That night, Cheng Xuran brushed up on math problems until twelve o'clock, and lost sleep. Suddenly, WeChat rang continuously.

So-and-so: [picture]

So-and-so: [picture]

...

There are many pictures, all taken from his fantastic journey abroad.

Cheng Xuran's heart was beating wildly and she was confused. Her originally sleepy thoughts were awakened, and the waves hit her vision. She held her phone in a daze. She had already guessed that it was probably a mistake, but she did not interrupt out of selfishness.

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