Fall In Love At First Sight

Fangtuoer was so painful that she didn't dare to cry out. If people outside found that there was a car earthquake here, it would be embarrassing. Maybe she could be secretly photographed and put on the Internet. How could she still be in the entertainment industry in the future. Thinking like this, she can only cover her mouth and twist her body desperately to break free, but Locke's strength is too strong to give her half a chance to dodge.

Who said that there were only tired cattle and no cultivated land? No, this man is not an ordinary cow. He is a bison and an Indian bison. She is dying of pain and tired. He still has more meaning. Sobbing If tomorrow's "today's headlines" has news about a woman who was raped to death by the river, it must be her.

This night, the sky was full of stars. It was very beautiful. Fontal looked at the stars in the sky through the window. She hadn't seen the stars for many years. Even if she died here tonight, she seemed to have no regrets in life.

......

When Locke woke up, the sun was already shining in the sky. The car was in a mess and filled with a strong smell of chestnut flowers. He put on his clothes and opened the car. He could remember what happened last night.

But the woman left, and he didn't seem to have seen her carefully. To tell you the truth, the woman in my impression is really ordinary, without Shen Meiting's sex It is charming, and it is not as pure and beautiful as Ding Xuanyao. In particular, the badly scalded hair tied on the head is more like a lump of stool, and there is no bright spot left in the crowd. But he was trapped in her body last night. Even now, his lower body will feel tight.

Locke couldn't help laughing to himself. Is this * * * and once you steal it, you'll get deep in mud? Like sir?

Thinking of Sir, Locke was calm. Back in the car, the smell of chestnut flowers had not dissipated. There was a large pool of dried blood and dirt on the seat cushion, and pieces of rags were scattered on the foot pad.

He picked up the rags and rolled up the seat cushion to take it to the trunk. A red elastic head rope fell out of the seat cushion and landed on the back of his feet. He bent down and picked up the red head rope and put it on his left wrist. Then he threw everything in the trunk and drove away from the river.

......

The summer vacation is coming. After the exam, the semester will officially end. Some students in the class are discussing which part-time job to take, and some students are discussing where to travel. Ding Xuanyao is not interested in these two projects

She sat quietly in the classroom window, the test paper on the desktop has been written, put down the pen, single hand to support her head, the eyes of the moist eyes staring out the window, the Wutong trees are all purple flowers.

Unknowingly, they haven't seen each other for another month. From panic to anger at the beginning, to forcing herself to adapt now, Ding Xuanyao feels whether she is more mature.

Love is like a racing car. It's not that you can win with all your strength. It's also possible that the greater the strength, the easier it is to roll over. Only when you devote yourself, enjoy the stimulation of the wheel rubbing on the ground, and feel that the other party has put you in his most important position, then you won't come in vain, and you won't waste your time in a relationship.

After the exam, Ding Xuanyao packed her pencil bag and prepared to leave the classroom.

"Ding Xuanyao."

"Huh?" Ding Xuanyao just sorted out her things and answered casually.

Mo Ziqi stood beside Ding Xuanyao and watched her carefully tidy up her pen bag and belongings. After half a ring, he took out a brown box from behind and put it next to Ding Xuanyao's pen bag.

Ding Xuanyao was stunned. "What is this?"

"It's for you. You won the gold medal in the last abacus competition. Congratulations." Mo Ziqi said with some embarrassment.

"Oh." Ding Xuanyao picked up the brown box and visually inspected that it was a pen. She looked at all her things, "but I don't seem to have anything to give you."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. I'm very satisfied that you can accept my gift." Mo Ziqi was flattered that she could accept his gift. It seemed that accepting his gift was the best gift for him.

"Ha ha ~ ~ ~ ~" Ding Xuanyao smiled dryly. She took out an eraser from her pencil bag that had only been used once. "If you don't mind, this will be my congratulations to you. Congratulations to classmate Mo on winning the bronze medal in the competition."

Mo Ziqi blushed and looked at the white eraser. It was a very simple style without any patterns, just like its owner.

"Thank you, very good, very good..." Mo Ziqi stretched out his hands to pick up the eraser. Before his hands were ready, the eraser fell into his palm.

Mo Ziqi sighed when the subtle emotion of loss showed up without warning.

"What's the matter? My gift is too light?"

"No, No." Mo Ziqi helped the spectacle frame. "I'll keep this eraser for a lifetime."

"Huh?" Ding Xuanyao wants to laugh. What about a broken eraser? But I think it's too impolite. People sincerely want to collect your things

"My parents are going to arrange for me to go abroad. The formalities have been completed. I won't come to school before school."

i see.

"Oh, good thing. Congratulations." Ding Xuanyao stretched out his jade hand and made a handshake.

Mo Ziqi looked at Ding Xuanyao's green white hand. When he just received the eraser, he thought he could touch her hand, but he failed, but now

The hand on the trouser leg secretly wiped her pants, and then carefully held her soft fingers, "thank you."

"Ha ha ~ ~" Ding Xuanyao took the lead in taking back her hand, and then took something to leave the classroom. When she reached the door of the classroom, she stopped again, turned back and said to Mo Ziqi, "I still have some books to move back in other classrooms. Can you help me?"

Mo Ziqi was stunned first, and finally nodded with a silly smile. "I'll help you."

Ding Xuanyao's classroom for putting books is on the fifth floor. They go in one after another. Ding Xuanyao points to the books on the table and has a naughty smile on her face, "that's all."

Mo Ziqi helped the spectacle frame. There are not many books, but they are thick and must be heavy. "No problem, give it to me and promise to help you move to your destination."

Mo Ziqi took a deep breath and held the book on the table in his arms. The thick and heavy book made him tremble.

"Can you?" Ding Xuanyao looked at the book and said with worry.

"OK, it's a little fun. No problem. You can rest assured." Hold the book for the goddess in your heart, and you will survive death! Mo Ziqi recited in his heart.

Ding Xuanyao shrugged helplessly, and she took a thin book and left the classroom behind Mo Ziqi.

"Are you going to take these books back to your bedroom? I remember your bedroom seems to be on the seventh floor?" Mo Ziqi was panting and sweating on his forehead. The high series of books was really not covered. His legs were soft and his hands were sour. If he had to climb to the seventh floor, he would die.

Ding Xuanyao walked behind Mo Ziqi and watched his lean body stagger under the pressure of books, biting the corners of his mouth and laughing secretly. "You're right. Our bedroom is on the seventh floor."

"Ah!!!" Mo Ziqi's legs softened, the books in his arms shook, and the top two fell to the ground.

"Are you okay?" Ding Xuanyao stepped forward two steps and held the shaky book. The book in Mo Ziqi's arms stopped shaking. Ding Xuanyao put the books in her arms on the ground, and then picked up the books scattered on the ground one by one and put them in the books she held.

"I won't take these books back to my bedroom. My father came to pick me up. Please help me to the school gate. I'll read them at home on holiday."

School gate? Mo Ziqi looked around, ah ~ ~ the school gate is not in front. Thank God, otherwise he would be ashamed.

"Well, OK, I'll help you to the school gate! The school gate!"

......

"Abba -"

Ding Xuanyao shouted his father from a distance. Ding Dazhong looked at his daughter with a smiling face. He would drive to pick up his daughter every enlarged holiday. He was very happy in the cold wind and the hot sun.

"Dad, why don't you wait for me in the car? It's hot outside."

Ding Dazhong was deeply gratified by his daughter's jiaochen. He hit the trunk of his car, "how hot can there be? What else?"

"It's all in the bedroom. These are just some books in the classroom."

Ding Xuanyao put the books in her arms into the trunk, and then took half of the books in Mo Ziqi's arms and put them into the trunk. Mo Ziqi also put the books left in her arms.

"Thank you, Mo Ziqi." Ding Xuanyao patted the ash on her hands and said to Mo Ziqi.

"No thanks." Mo Ziqi rubbed the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, "then... Nothing, I'll go back first."

"HMM. OK, come on." Ding Xuanyao naughtily made a refueling gesture to Mo Ziqi, with a youthful smile on her face.

Mo Ziqi smiled foolishly. This may be the last time they met, but he was really happy to see her smile again on the occasion of their separation. But he didn't expect that later

Such a simple farewell between students is a burning pain in the eyes of someone in the distance. He either came to monitor her or wanted to see her. Even if he hid behind the window curtain or sat in this uncomfortable ordinary car, he just wanted to see her.

"Dad, wait for me in the car and I'll go back to my bedroom to move things." Ding Xuanyao wiped the sweat on her forehead and took a glance at the sun that was still directly on the earth.

"I'll go with you." With her toes, I know that there must be a lot of things to move in the bedroom. Most of these girls are from childhood. As long as they have used things, they should keep them, and few of them don't want them.

"No, I can do it myself. I've already packed up my things. There's not much. Just take them down." Ding Xuanyao said easily. What about the seventh floor? Dad's legs and feet are inconvenient. If something happens, it won't be cost-effective. "You go back to the car and wait for me. I'll be down soon."

Ding Dazhong couldn't resist his daughter, so he had to obediently obey her arrangement.

Ding Xuanyao went up to the seventh floor. The corridor of her bedroom was in a mess. There were waste newspapers, old towels, toothbrushes, cups and silk of various colors Socks. Aunt SuGuan is sorting out some old cotton wadding and plastic pots and other wastes recycled at a low price from senior students. Ding Xuanyao walks past her. There is something that only reveals the corners, which makes her take a curious look. As soon as her clear eyes shrink, she runs to the bedroom.