Flower Falls Jun Kexiao

A few days later, the passing of notes between Li Yuluo and Bei Xiao finally stopped.

The reason was that the husband forcibly changed seats for Li Yuluo and transferred her to the front row.

For this reason, the husband asked Li Yuluo to do ideological work after class, saying that she studied hard, and hoped that she would continue to persevere.

This school, these children who are about the same age as Li Yuluo, will be disbanded in a few months.

A few months later, all the fate between Li Yuluo and Bei Xiao will disappear when they leave the school and never come back as a student.

No matter how bad Li Yuluo is, he is still a prince, so the husband naturally dare not move her without telling her.So who is this instigator?

It doesn't matter anymore.

Regardless of the news coming and going from the Pear Blossom Shop, the two gradually drifted apart.

That night, Li Yuluo thought for a long time before spreading out the rice paper.

This news was sent to Bei Xiao immediately.

Not even worse: girl, would you marry me?

Bei Xiao's eyes widened.

She always likes to be funny, and the way she stares is different from ordinary people. Her eyebrows are raised, and her bright eyes are a little wider than usual. She looks very happy and frightened.

If she started replying as soon as she got it, it would be time to deliver it.

Li Yuluo sat in the study room, his eyes were no longer on the unturned pages of today's book, he rubbed the ink for a while, picked up the pen for a while, wanted to stand up and walk around but forced himself to calm down.

If the workmanship and materials of this wooden chair are poor, it may creak and creak non-stop.

From the dim sky to the night sky, the pen that was raised and put down never left a word on the paper.But the owner accidentally dipped some more ink, and the ink dripped from the tip of the pen and smudged on the paper.

The person who carried the pen was startled, rubbed the center of his brow with the other hand, and pretended to turn a page of the book, starting a new round of thoughts.

It was time to go to bed, and the candles in the study were still burning.

The master declined the servant's kind reminder in a gentle voice, and only said: "Wait a little longer."

I don't know what I'm waiting for, and I don't know when this waiting will end.

Finally, another boy came and said that there was a letter from Lihua Shop.

The master hurriedly wanted to stand up before the words fell, the candle was still on, and the erratic shadow made people dizzy, whether he was dizzy or lost, he didn't know.

Something flashed through my mind, the master didn't stand up after all, she suppressed the call out before she heard it, and sat silently for a while, when the servant heard a flat but depressing sound A trace of anxiety and trepidation summoned: "Submit it."

The pen dipped in ink was put aside at will, and the black that had already dried up relentlessly carried out its mission, leaving dry and hard marks on the rice paper.

It's just a piece of paper, no one cares.

The owner's hand trembling slightly when he opened the envelope, inside was also a piece of rice paper, but it seemed to be hiding a rare treasure.

The owner of the handwriting didn't respond or refuse, it was just an ordinary inquiry, as if he thought it was just a game and couldn't be taken seriously.

The pen that had been put aside at will was favored again, and the owner stroked his forehead for a while, and wrote words like coaxing a child on the newly spread rice paper.

It is said that when Lihua Shop launched the marriage function, it wished lovers to get married at the same time, and distributed benefits to the young couples registered here. After a few months or a few years after the day of registration, there will be rewards at a certain time.

After thinking about it, the master didn't figure out what the benefits were, so he waved his hand and left it to the shopkeeper to worry about.

After a few words, I put away the pen and didn't plan to write any more.

Li Yuluo knew in his heart that even if Bei Xiao agreed, they would just hang on to their virtual identities, no one would recognize them, no one would bless them, and even the parties involved thought it was a game, so who would care?

Besides, she never thought that Bei Xiao would respond, even if it was false, it was an extravagant hope.

Just treat it as a joke.

He smiled self-deceivingly, and the candles in the study were still on.

The information was returned very quickly this time.

Li Yuluo held the thin letter paper, his heart beating like a drum.

There was only one word on it, but it made the tips of her ears turn red, and heat rolled onto her cheeks.

The word is, good.

The candles in the study didn't go out until midnight.

It's not true if it's a mirror image.

Perhaps, Li Yuluo back then carefully guarded this piece of nothingness, waking up from the dream again and again, willing to be like a dream again and again, unwilling to let it shatter.

From the beginning to the end, this scene has always had only one protagonist.

What about the other one?

In the protagonist's dream, whispering like a lover.

When I woke up from the dream, I was insanely crazy, so who is to blame?

In the middle of the night, Li Yuluo had a dream.

Short, sweet.

In the dream, Li Yuluo was wearing short clothes and shorts that did not belong to this era, sitting on the hillside, behind him was a tent that could accommodate two people.

Bei Xiao beside her smiled so sweetly, Li Yuluo just stretched out his arms to embrace her, raised his head, and shared the starry sky.

Li Yuluo, who woke up, had long forgotten the appearance of the stars on that hillside that night.

Just remember, it's beautiful.

Good to see she doesn't want to wake up.