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Chapter 11 Nightmare
The word Zuocheng refers to Jiang Xiachu's three years of practice. The ancient city wall of thousands of miles collapsed in his eyes, and the ups and downs were full of chaotic and frightened fragments.

"There is no way?" She will never compromise with that person unless there is loess and white bones.

"Unless you break the contract." There was no longer a trace of smile on the corner of his mouth, and his beautiful and strange voice was so deep and hoarse, "It's best not to have such a plan, let's not talk about liquidated damages. If you break the contract at this time, this road Even if it comes to an end."

Jiang Xiachu knew that this was not alarmist talk, but there was always something to be willing to give up. Instead of continuing the entanglement that was worse than death, everything seemed insignificant. With a slight relief on her face, she said lightly: "If you have to do this if--"

Before Jiang Xiachu's voice fell, he was caught off guard, and Ye Zaixi said in a deep voice: "Jiang Xiachu." Seemingly aware that the words were too extreme, he softened a bit, "The reason? You are not such an unprincipled person."

He always called her by name, and she was the same. For three years, there was always a layer of paper that could not be pierced.

"There's no reason." She smiled lightly, her coldness was like lonely snow.

Ye Zaixi sneered, a bit of disappointment crept up on his face like an ink painting: "Jiang Xiachu, you think I'm a fool."

Ye Zaixi suddenly wanted to laugh, he really found it ridiculous: Yes, he is a complete fool, he directed this good show in shock, but when everything was ready, he wanted to call it a stop, he thought, probably it was the script It took three years to write it, and he, the director, couldn't get away for a while, he was indeed a fool.

"Go back, it's almost three o'clock." She just said that, without even lifting her eyes, moving, looking at the teacup in her hand.

A person who is unwilling to be honest, a person who disdains lying, always chooses such a clumsy method of rejection.

He smiled wryly, his amazingly handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of cold mist, and he really didn't look like him: "Don't you feel bored every time you use this method? Take the time, change the subject, and use it up when you're done." Lost." A smile, a frown, another style, "a woman without a conscience."

It's still that evildoer with all kinds of styles, so people have many, many masks.

"Go back." After drinking the bitter tea, she didn't frown, the tea was like clear water, and her eyes were also like clear water.

"It's that sentence again." Ye Zaixi didn't move, her long legs still hit the wooden chair, she didn't restrain herself, and tapped her fingers on the table, "Jiang Xiachu, don't think it's easy to get rid of it." My poor comrade-in-arms, you still owe me two years of music."

"Got it, Lin Qianqing should be in a hurry."

It was Lin Qingyan again, who made them seem to have something, inexplicable!He jumped up Huo De: "Damn, I really owe it." He took the sunglasses, and "inadvertently" spilled tea on the table, and said viciously, "You owe it even more."

Turning around, I saw a red shadow in the sun far away.

Jiang Xiachu smiled, and brewed another pot of bitter tea, which was a bit more bitter, but it couldn't compare to the bitterness between her lips.

This flowering season is still summer, she is still her, she just withers as soon as she opens her eyes, in the season of poppies, she will never learn to bloom again.

That night, Jiang Xiachu had a very long dream and couldn't wake up, but it wasn't actually a dream.

A round of cold moon hung high, the stars were shining brightly, shattering the coldness of the ground.The apricot-yellow moonlight danced like a naughty child, kissing the girl in the dream, and shrouded in mist, her quiet face was whitened by the moonlight.

Inadvertently, the corner of her lips raised a slight smile.She hadn't smiled like this for many years.At the beginning of the dream, it is very beautiful.

Is it a dream?Let it be, she fell in love with the feeling in the dream, and she greedily didn't want to wake up.

The sky is very blue.It was a golden ocean, and the warm setting sun shattered on the rapeseed field.The wind blew, and the yellow tidbits scattered wantonly, and flew to far, far away places, accompanied by lonely play, in the field of rapeseed flowers.

The girl's smiling cheeks are printed on the yellow flowers, and the blush is like clouds stolen from the sky.

The path is winding, and the people sitting there are facing the direction of the light with their heads up.

The girl's skirt was swaying in the wind, occasionally brushing against the boy beside him. He turned his head and saw the girl smiling purely like a gardenia, and then he smiled too.

"Qiancheng, I want to go to the high school you went to." The girl turned her head suddenly, the half-dark sunset hit her side face, but the girl's serious expression was vivid.

"Yeah." Nodding slightly, the boy stretched out his hand and brushed the girl's hair to his ears.

"Qiancheng, at this time next year, you still have to accompany me to see the rapeseed flowers." The girl held the boy's hand, entwined and refused to let go, her sweet smile dazzled someone's eyes.

The boy held the girl's hand dotingly, as if the boy was taciturn, he just replied lightly: "Yes."

"Qiancheng, next year is not enough, I need many, many years."

"Ah."

"Qiancheng, the sunset is beautiful." The girl paused, a little shy, with a soft voice, "I'm beautiful too."

"Yeah." The boy looked at the girl's side face all the time, and there was never a sunset in his eyes.

"Qian Cheng..."

"Ah."

In Wuxie, who is fifteen or sixteen years old, it is said that a girl in the blooming season has many chatterboxes, which are endless once opened.The boy just listened quietly and responded lightly.

I don't know how long it has passed, but the clouds in the west are slightly darkened.The girl said she was tired.

"Qiancheng, carry me on your back." The girl stood under the sunset, her hands under her skirt were open, and she smiled wantonly.

"Ah."

In the path, the girl on the boy's back smiled contentedly, with shallow pear dimples, filled with the fragrance of a season.

"At the beginning of summer." The boy called softly, softly like the spring wind.He walked very slowly, and he could see that he was a little cautious.

"En." The girl replied in a low voice, perhaps because she was tired, the girl half-closed her eyes.

"At the beginning of summer." The boy murmured again, tirelessly.

"Yeah." The girl lazily replied.

"Early summer."

"Ah."

"At the beginning of summer." The taciturn boy repeated the girl's name so repeatedly.

"You have called it many times."

"I'm afraid that one day, when I call Xia Chu, no one will answer." The boy pursed the corners of his lips, and his brows furrowed to reveal his childhood thoughts.

"Fool, I will always rely on Ji's family and you."

"it is good."

Then, the boy laughed, and the girl on his back fell asleep unknowingly, and the flowers continued to fly, in the rapeseed field that spring.

The dream is still going on, the moon saw it, and she smiled in the dream.

The dream is still going on, and they have learned to worry when they are fifteen or sixteen years old.

A wide iron fence runs across the gap between the girl and the boy, separating them beyond reach.

(End of this chapter)