Chief, Love for you is wrong

Gu Yu Yan raised his hand, wiped the tears on Qin Jing's cheek with his fingertips, and put them in front of his eyes, "I really want to taste the taste of tears!"

He rubbed the tears in his hands with his index finger and ring finger, disdained to pull the corners of his mouth, raised his head high and sneered, "Qin Jing, now you just cry. Soon, I want you to have no place to cry!"

Qin Jing blinked and tears fell again. She looked at Gu Yuyan with no expression on her face.

There was a plop and a cry of surprise around.

With a cry of "ah ~ ~", Gu Yuyan was pushed down the pool next to the aisle by Qin Jing. The cold in late autumn made her shiver in the water. She pointed to Qin Jing who was still standing in the aisle and yelled.

Someone squatted down and tried to pull up Gu Yu Yan who fell into the water. Qin Jing neither wiped her tears nor walked in to question. She walked out of the "small bridge and flowing water" without looking back.

With determination, with awe inspiring, with depression, with desolation

*****

There is an island called wuguisha in Y City, which is named because it looks like a turtle drinking water from the air or from the side. Tortoise sand is divided into two parts, sandbar and oasis.

The oasis has lush trees and pleasant air. There is also a temple on the mountain. When I was a child, some people took a boat across the river to worship in the temple. Now it seems that no one has paid homage, and the temple has been forgotten on the mountain.

It is said that at the beginning, a wide sand bar surrounded the whole oasis, which gave rise to the name of tortoise sand. Later, due to the rising tide and terrain, green water surrounded the oasis, and the sand bar was far away from the oasis.

Qin Jing sat on the sandbar bridge. There was water below. Her legs fell empty. She supported the bridge deck with her hands and looked at the river in front in a daze.

The hand machine of the small satchel hummed and vibrated. At first, she ignored it. When the hand machine vibrated continuously, she finally took it out and handed it to her eyes, glanced at the caller ID and pressed the answer button.

After "hello", she found her throat hoarse and could not speak. She directly hung up the hand machine and threw it aside. There was just a slope where she threw it. The hand machine rolled unsteadily, turned over several times, and fell into the river with a pop.

Qin Jing watched the hand machine fall down. When it was "Dong" into the water, she even opened her mouth and thought that the sound was really good, just like the sound of a big stone throwing into the water.

Unfortunately, it's not a stone. It's her hand machine. It's the hand machine she's also using at work.

Without much thought, Qin Jing took off her high-heeled shoes to one side, rolled up her trouser legs and sleeves, slid directly down the river from the bridge, bent over and touched her hand.

The coolness of late autumn is really not covered. When his trouser legs roll up, he feels cold. As soon as his legs are immersed in the river, he immediately feels a burst of warmth. When he blows on the bridge for too long, his face is hurt by the wind. Stepping on the bottom of the water, he feels the warmth of the water. Qin Jing shivers again. It is very cold where he touches the water and does not touch the water in the air!

The water was not clear. Because it was not deep, she could still see the hand machine lying at the bottom of the river. The water flowed on the hand machine. Her legs rowed in the water. She went to pick up the hand machine and held the hand machine soaked in water. Qin Jing narrowed her eyes reluctantly.

Does it rain at night? She smiled bitterly at the corners of her mouth.

It was rare to get into the water. She simply found a place where there was fine sand under her feet and walked back and forth several times. Anyway, the river was a little warmer than the temperature outside. In this way, she was not afraid of being cold.

I don't know how many times Qin Jing walked back and forth in the river. A cry of worry came not far away.

She squinted slightly along the sound source, and the man in black shirt and white pants ran to her, reminding her of the film about youth she had seen. At this time, he was so like the man in the youth film

Youth, flying, clean and pure.