Chapter 247: Sony Ericsson's Force 2
However, everything, after all, is just in vain.

Mu Li was embarrassed by the fiery eyes in front of him.

Taking care of himself, he turned around, let his eyes turn away, and faced each other sideways.

Looking up, outside the window, the gardenia magnolia trees are in full bloom.

'Well, this time, let me, finally, give it to you personally. '

Just because the 'Gardenia Magnolia' outside the window, the language of flowers, is nothing but longing.

The next moment, suddenly, seeing, Na Muliu casually leaned out of the window, plucked one, raised his hand, brushed away a strand of hair beside his ear, and slowly pinned a gardenia petal to the window. It touched Mu Li's hair.

"Thank you!"

Just listen, this Mu Li said lightly.

Gardenia magnolia, the flower language is missing.

. . . . . .

When he raised his eyes again, he could only stare at the back of the man from a distance, gradually going away.

All are, speechless.

You have to stay alone, in exchange for a lifetime of peace.

For her, Mu Li, it's worth it!
Bowing his head, he glanced again, and there was a bunch of crumpled waste paper on the table in the hall, beside it, at some point, there was a willow leaf slanted across it, that was indeed last night, Mu Li, picked it from the outer hall.

Slightly trembling hands, tilting the head, stretched out towards the young leaf on the table, as if unable to hold it, put it in the hand, and felt that it was extremely hot, but patiently, the eyebrows were moistened, and the word "Chuan" was condensed.

I vaguely remember: Yesterday, in front of that person, I raised my hand, looked at myself, tore off a small lock of hair from my temples, put the willow leaf together, and handed it to Mu Liu.

Liu Tongliu takes the deep meaning of farewell and parting. Breaking willows is also called farewell. Sending off with willows can also be said to break the old thoughts.

After picking up the willow leaves, Mu Liu finally dared to go to Mu Li's place and look up.

Their eyes met inadvertently, and they plunged into Mu Li. The deep and clear pupils, when they realized it, they couldn't move their eyes away. They just stared stupidly like that. I don't know when and where I was thrown by myself.

If you use the jade bones of the pipa as the felt and the marrow as the strings, what kind of tone and sadness will be played and composed? !

"I hope: you, tomorrow, leave."

Seeing her trembling eyelashes, Mu Liu knew very well the pain in her heart, but in the end, she couldn't bear to ask again to uncover the scar.

"Okay! This time, I will do what you want."

After hearing these words, Mu Li, Fang suddenly raised his head, gradually suffocated, and looked sideways at Mu Liu, his eyes full of suspicion.

For her, however, he has never seen through or figured out his tricks!
"This, but, is it true?"

Mu Li, in order to be safe in the future, fixedly looked at Na Muliu, and asked him calmly.

"It has always been counted, and it is the same today."

After listening, Mu Li, clenched hands under the robe, vaguely loosened.

She let out a breath slowly, but for a moment, she didn't know whether, in her heart, she was more shocked than pain, or more painful than suspicious.

In the end, he gradually regained his senses, supported the desk and closed his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice, "Tomorrow, I won't deliver it."

Now, in such a scene, if you turn around and look at each other, I'm afraid, there will only be tears falling down a thousand lines, that's all.

At this moment, when I think about it: it’s just a dream.

Thinking about this, I couldn't bear to think about it again, Mu Li couldn't help but, again, burst into tears.

(End of this chapter)

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