True Love Lasts

But at the moment Nangong Mo, and just for her ice pack when and very different. He neatly fastened his seat belt, put in gear, stepped on the accelerator, adjusted the steering wheel The whole process is smooth and natural, but no longer look at her, as if she could be ignored as the air.

Shu Mu night's fingers can't help tightening, pinching the ice in the ice bag "cluck", finally still can't calm down: "Nangong Mo, do you really ask people to shoot?"

It's just unreasonable!

What's more, he asked someone to shoot. Don't you want to explain it to her?

"Yes." He nodded. A short and plain word is a response to all her displeasure.

No evasion, open and aboveboard to admit everything. It's just No regrets! No guilt at all!

"Nangong Mo! Don't go too far! " No matter how good his temper is, Shu Mu Wan can't bear to scold him. He bites his teeth and directly smashes the ice bag in his hand at him!

It must hurt to be hit by hard ice, because Shu Muwan clearly saw his eyebrows frowning heavily, and the plastic bag with ice. Roll down, and finally fall on his awkward position, steady stop

Nangong Mo's face instantly stinks to the extreme. Shu Muwan can almost imagine his storm.

Shu Muwan has some regrets: although she annoys him and annoys him, she is not stupid enough to have a direct conflict with him. Nangong Mo is not what she can think about! If he can shoot for trifles, it's hard to guarantee that he won't kill for arguments

The two hands on the knee are tight. Shu Mu doesn't open his face in the evening. He is silent and deadlocked in this silent way.

"PATA!"

He picked up the ice bag that fell on him and threw it in front of her with a flick: "press it."

Shu Mu didn't pay attention to him, but he was surprised that he Not angry? Doesn't he lose his temper first?

"I don't like to see you show off in front of me." At the time of Shu Muwan's random speculation, Nangong Mo's voice has been faintly spread, the voice is still cold, but the tone is much more stable, "I arranged a sniper today, you don't need to do it."

He was still puzzled by the image in his mind - the moment she fell to the ground. There are many emotions in my mind, but he can't catch them! At that time, he just instinctively rushed to protect her first

Afterwards, he can't catch the flash of love!

Therefore, he was confused and even more inexplicably angry.

"How do I know you can deploy snipers..." Shu Mu night murmured in a low voice, his attitude was soft, and he felt guilty: if she didn't make her own decision, the snipers would shoot anesthesia guns. Does that person not need to Jumping off a building?

Of course, this idea is obviously that Shu Muwan muttered about Nangong Mo's bloodthirsty and cruel ability.

"I said I had plans, you wouldn't listen." Nangong Mo's face was still cold. Thinking of what she said to the bandit, he couldn't help getting angry. "I'm so lame that I don't want you to go, and you don't listen to me You're provoking me, so I got shot. "

"I provoke you?" Shu Muwan instinctively retorts. I just opened my mouth, but I couldn't help being stunned - er, he said these things, it's Explaining?

He'll explain, too?!

This abrupt cognition makes Shu Muwan a little difficult to adapt. To put it better, she is even flattered. She doesn't open her face with embarrassment. The voice was almost as thin as a mosquito and fly: "how did I know at that time that the arrangement you said was to arrange me to die with him..."

"Will I watch you die?"

This abrupt cognition made Shu Muwan a little difficult to adapt to. To put it better, she was even flattered. She was a little embarrassed and didn't open her face. Her voice was almost as thin as a mosquito: "how did I know at that time, did you arrange me to die with him..."

"Do I have to come here to die together?" The hands holding the steering wheel were tight. Because of his anger, the veins on his arm burst faintly, "I've made arrangements. Is there anything else I can do for you? "

Nangong Mo blurted out in a hurry. He meant to scold her for being a retarded idiot, but as soon as he spoke. The two people in the carriage were quiet at the same time -

"can I make arrangements for you?"

It sounds like a promise or guarantee, which makes Shu Muwan's face change. Then he doesn't open his face naturally, but his heart is in a mess with him. Although they were not intentional, they became intentional again. In the silent carriage, they didn't say a word, but there was an indescribable ambiguity flowing in each other

"Ice bags Press it yourself After clearing his throat, Nangong Mo finally took the lead in breaking the silence and returning to the original topic.

"Yes." Shu Mu night lightly responds, but stops after picking up the ice bag, thinking of the place where it just fell. It's not dirty, but

Her little face was flushed with an unnatural blush. She quickly took out a few pieces of facial paper, wiped the outside of the ice bag casually, and then pressed it on her forehead again - the cold touch resolved the hidden pain of swelling, and also calmed the inexplicable dryness and heat on her faceShe returned to calm. Nangong Mo took back the remaining light from the corner of his eye coldly.

But, because of her little action, his face is still a little smelly - does she think he is dirty? Hum!

Holding an ice bag in one hand, with her small face to one side, Shu Muwan looks out of the window and looks at the familiar scenery outside -

because he is still in the campus, his speed is very slow, and she can even see the dead leaves on the trees on both sides of the avenue. Winter is coming, and it's winter vacation. There is a thick layer of fallen leaves on the road, and no one is cleaning them. The wheels are rolling up, making a "crash" sound

And next to the basketball court is empty, a few days blue basketball frame has already dropped paint, looks mottled.

Everything is different from that year!

Unlike in midsummer, when she was sitting in the back of his bike with her little hands around his waist, senior students would stop to whistle at them when passing by the bustling basketball court, and then she would hide her whole face on his back shyly

The original precipitation for a long time memory, once remembered, the picture is still so clear.

She can remember his broad back, the T-shirt he wore, his long arms, and the clear blood vessels on the back of his hands Shu Muwan's lips: she once rode his bike and passed the best 17 years old.

Now, he is still beside her, just

She slowly looked back at nangongmo: just He is no longer him.

Shu Mu Wan slowly turns back and looks at Nangong Mo on the driver's seat. The original raised lip adds a little bit of unspeakable bitterness. Four years later, he is still beside her, just He is no longer him.