"Excuse me, who is Yu Wen Qingge's classmate?"

The boy stopped three paces from them. After stopping, some stiff pushed the black frame glasses on the bridge of the nose.

"Who are you?"

Ning Qianyu took two steps, blocking his sight.

Her eyes, a little bit fierce.

"I'm Lin Zian from the oil painting department..."

Boys voice some timid, it seems that usually should be a very introverted person.

I don't know because of what made him dare to come here.

"What do you want to do with Yuwen Qingge?"

Ning Qianyu was very surprised.

Subconsciously, she took a step back.

Liu Mengyu saw this, forced to Yuwen Qingge up, tightly holding her sitting on the grass.

"I have a friend who said he had something for her..."

Xu is Ning Qianyu's eyes are too sharp, and the sense of preparedness is too sufficient. Rao is wearing glasses, and Lin Zian dare not look at her.

"Your friend? What's the name? "

At the same time, Liu Mengyu also looked up at the past. She felt vaguely familiar with Lin Zian, as if she had seen it somewhere? In such a scene, I can't remember for a moment.

"My friend is..."

Lin Zian lowered his head and paused.

"He He didn't want to say... "

"Get out of here!"

Ning Qianyu was furious when he heard this. The last time Yuwen Qingge had an accident, even if qianjingchuan did not give special explanation, she would not let that happen again.

Lin Zian curled up her toes when she was angry.

"I He... "

He stammered.

"If you don't get out of here, I'll call security."

Ning Qianyu showed a trace of impatience on his face, and his deep eyes were frightening.

Lin Zian saw the situation and did not dare to say more. He turned around, put a bag in his hand on the bench and ran away quickly.

"Sister Qianyu, this?"

Liu Mengyu, who had not made a sound, watched him leave, and then looked at Ning Qianyu, surprised.

“……”

Ning Qianyu didn't make a sound, but turned aside and looked down at Yu Wen Qingge.

At this time, Yu Wen Qingge is out of his wits, and is still in tears.

Tears, silent slide down.

Ning Qianyu, who feels the same way, tightly purses his lips and takes back his eyes.

She went to the bench, drooped her eyes and looked at the left back of the bag that Lin Zian had put down.

The brown bag is very common, which is the most common kraft paper bag. There is no logo on it, nor any decoration.

She frowned and looked in through the slightly open opening of the bag.

It looks like a cardboard box of the same color.

To be careful, she bent over and took the carton out of the bag.

Liu Mengyu worried about Yuwen Qingge and didn't stare at her all the time.

"Qingge, the ground is wet. Shall we get up?"

Yu Wen Qingge's face is white and his eyes are red.

In the middle of the sky, everything seems to come from the outside world.

My heart aches beyond measure.

The soul has flown to the city of pear.

It's just a matter of fate. It's just that we forget each other in the river and lake. Finally, we are in a boundless state of life and death.

Although Gu Yunxiao has not accepted her feelings, it is her first love. She couldn't accept such an ending.

"Qingge, shall we get up? If you stay longer, you will catch a cold... "

Liu Mengyu hugged her, feeling her body more and more cold. Hasten to rub her arm lightly, while patiently advised.

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