The white moonlight gl

Next day.

Feng Qingshui, the aftermath of a headache and a cold is that she lay weakly on the desk, letting Yan Nuo buzz in her ears, and her pale and pretty face seemed to have been sucked of all her energy. Bloodless.

"Qingqing, what's the matter with you, do you want to go to the infirmary, huh?"

"Speak up, I heard Mo Rantong say that you will go abroad in a week, errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, we two grew up together, I will not get used to you leaving! Qingqingqingqing , why don't you leave, okay, the country is pretty good, you see, once you go abroad, you will not see Mo Rantong for a long time, what a pity!... So listen to me, don't go abroad. "

"Qingqing, don't you look at me, did I do it somewhere to make you angry?...I apologize, I apologize to you now, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, can you take care of me now?"

"Qing Qing Qing Qing."

Obviously, Yan Nuo also noticed Feng Qingshui's intentional alienation, her fair and lovely face was full of annoyance, Yan Nuo rubbed her short hair, and began to reflect on herself in her mind.

Feng Qingshui pulled her lips, she forced herself to sit up straight, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, don't think too much, I don't need to go to the infirmary, just take a rest, as for going abroad, I'm sorry, I've already decided on that."

Replying to Yan Nuo's inquiries one by one, Feng Qingshui's extremely calm expression made Yan Nuo at a loss.

"Qingqing."

Nothing?How could she believe it?What does the buddy look like?Was it just pointing at her nose?Say what happened to her, what happened to her?

"Yannuo, my head hurts a little bit. Would you like me to rest quietly and go down?" Feng Qingshui softly smiled and finished speaking, then lay down on the table again, only giving Yan Nuo a rest. No stayed, the back of his head.

Yan Nuo: "..."

Standing against the wall a few meters away, Mo Rantong heard Yan Nuo and Feng Qingshui's words from beginning to end. He was surprised at Feng Qingshui's change of attitude towards Yan Nuo. Mo Rantong squeezed the things in his hand and walked over at their desks.

"This is the medicine from the infirmary. Take it, it should feel better." Leaning over, he put a few paper medicine packages in small plastic bags in front of Feng Qingshui, and Mo Rantong looked at Feng Qing. Qing Shui paused with a tired face, and said in a low voice, "Do you want to ask for leave?"

Although the time we spend together is shortening every second, and she really wants to watch her all the time, her body is still more important.

"Well, no need."

Opening her eyes lazily, then closing them again, Feng Qingshui didn't look at Mo Rantong, and said, "Thank you, I'll eat later."

Soft hedgehog, this is Mo Rantong's metaphor for Feng Qingshui.

Pursing her lips slightly, Mo Rantong hummed lightly, then turned around and returned to her seat, and continued to do various exercises.

If you want to get something, you have to work a hundred times, or even a thousand times. Mo Rantong knows that getting into a prestigious school is the only shortcut for her to get ahead, so she will not let anything interfere with her studies.

Feng Qingshui, Feng, Qing, Shui, silently recited Feng Qingshui's name in his heart, Mo Rantong held the pen tightly, tried hard to review the questions, and then skillfully wrote down the solution to the problem stroke by stroke on the draft paper step.

With the financial strength of the Feng family, there is no need for Feng Qingshui to go abroad to study, the general process, but some necessary materials still need to be prepared.

Dragging her heavy body, she dangled slowly in the Shenghuai River. Now that the news that she was going to study abroad had spread, Feng Qingshui would receive a lot of candies and chocolates every time she went out for a walk. As well as various postcard pink envelopes, etc., people can understand what is going on at a glance.

You know, Feng Qingshui, the school girl of Shenghuai, is not just talking about it, she is charming and beautiful, her family background is good, her eyes are seductive, she is a 360-degree exquisite beauty with no dead ends and flaws.

Many people like her.

Today's society has developed into an era where same-sex people can marry and have children, but same-sex births require the help of technological means, which are expensive, and only a few people can afford the cost, while the remaining homosexuals can only be like Just like providing for a house, a car, and a child, in order to have a child of my own, I began to work hard to make money.

There are men and women who express their love for Feng Qingshui. Among them, there are shy ones who leave the gift and run away, and some wild and bold ones with reddish eyes saying reluctantly, I wish you happiness, Feng Qingshui smiled lightly, accepted the things he/they gave, and thanked them one by one.

Not only other classes, even Feng Qingshui's class secretly stuffed things into Feng Qingshui's table pockets.

Looking at the full desk pocket, Yan Nuo twitched the corners of his mouth, resigned himself to borrowing a big schoolbag, and swept all those things into it.

Throughout the day, Mo Rantong was between classes, walking from the front to the back several times. She looked gloomy, watching the more and more things on Feng Qingshui's seat, and secretly ground her teeth.

bad girl.

Bad, people!

Heartbroken to death, but unable to get angry, Mo Rantong wrote Feng Qingshui one sum after another in his heart, full of bad debts to be settled.

In the last class in the afternoon, Feng Qingshui, who was sick and tired, fell into a deep sleep in class. When the bell rang after school, Yan Nuo hesitated to wake her up, but was stopped by Mo Rantong.

"You go first, I'll be here with her."

When dealing with outsiders, Mo Rantong has always been cold and indifferent. She is naturally ruthless, and all her exposed emotions have been washed away in the process of growing up. Only in front of Feng Qingshui can she cry and laugh.

Yan Nuo was taken aback for a moment, she raised her eyes to look at the ink-dyed pupils with ponytails, revealing a smooth forehead, nodded, and asked hesitantly.

"Mo Rantong, Qingqing, have you told me anything about me recently? I always feel that she seems to have some prejudice against me."

Prejudice, Yan Nuo didn't want to use this word, but this was her intuitive feeling, Mo Rantong's body was slightly stiff, she shook her head and said, "No."

That's the case, no wonder she always felt that Qingqing's changes were very abrupt, she went abroad and broke up, and never contacted her again. It turned out that she had a lot of prejudice against her, and not only her, but also Qingqing's words. Nuo is also very dissatisfied, but what is the specific reason for this prejudice? If it's just because she doesn't let her touch it, then what's the matter with Nuo?

She and Yan Nuo have been friends for more than ten years, so they shouldn't be alienated for no reason, right?

In just a short period of time, suddenly prejudiced against both friends and lovers?

This is so weird too!

Thinking of this in his heart, Mo Rantong hummed quietly.She hates to die without knowing why.What's more, she didn't admit that she was out.

Never.

"Oh."

A little disappointed, Yan Nuo looked at Mo Rantong, then at Feng Qingshui, and said, "Then help me say something nice in front of Qing Qing, I'll go first."

"Ah."

There were fewer and fewer people in the classroom. The sun was setting, and the entire Shenghuai River was shrouded in a golden halo. This was the campus before sunset, and it was also an impressive scene in Mo Rantong's memory.

In the empty classroom where there were only two people left, Mo Rantong sat in Yan Nuo's seat, quietly doing exercises, and beside her, Feng Qing was soundly asleep, and the breathing of the two gradually adjusted to the same frequency.

Time passed minute by minute, and when Feng Qingshui opened her eyes, she was really dazed for a while.

I saw that the night was dark, the lights in the room were bright, and the glass in front of me just showed the scene in the classroom.He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the self in the glass also narrowed his eyes.Her throat was dry and sore, Feng Qingshui didn't want to move, and closed her eyelids again.Everything is quiet.

The hour hand on the back wall was turning at a constant speed of clicking and clicking, and the sound of rubbing the tip of the pen on the paper was also going down and down, with a special rhythm.

Feng Qingshui emptied her head, and after a few minutes, she had the strength to speak hoarsely: "Is my phone not ringing?"

It's so late, the family should call her.

Stiff all over, Mo Rantong put down the fountain pen, tilted his head, and said in a rare embarrassing and shy tone: "I answered, saying you were sleeping, and then the other party said they knew, and hung up the phone."

Feng Qingshui: "..."

Slowly got up, stared straight at Mo Rantong, stared at the other party, unnaturally turned her head away, and she numbly said: "Male and female."

"Cough, man, the voice is quite young, it's your brother Feng Qingliu, right?"

Before, Feng Qingshui told her that Mo Rantong should be able to determine her family status, and the reason why she said yes was because Qingqing's note to the caller turned out to be bastard No. [-].

Two, number, bastard, egg.

Shouldn't there be a number one in front of it?

Out of curiosity, Mo Rantong had the urge to check Feng Qingshui's phone for a few seconds, but she finally restrained herself and did not do so.

From the corner of the eye, I saw that Feng Qingshui's face was still calm, almost cold, and Mo Rantong's heart beat suddenly, and he immediately apologized: "I'm sorry Qingqing, I only answered the phone for you because I saw that you were sleeping soundly, I didn't mean it .”

Feng Qingshui shook her head.

She calmed down, picked up the cup on the table, drank water to moisten her throat.

Mo Rantong breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this, she looked at Feng Qingshui, and asked for confirmation: "Are you still going home?"

go home?

Not wanting to go back and face the bastard Feng Qingliu, Feng Qingshui put down her teacup and said, "No, let's sleep in a hotel. I'll have someone send clothes to the hotel for us. Now pack up and go."

"us?"

"Well, I'd be afraid to sleep alone in a hotel, so you can stay with me." Feng Qingshui rubbed her temples without changing her face, seeing the piles of presents at her feet and in her desk pocket gave her a headache.

"Okay, how are you now? Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Does your headache hurt? Does the medicine work? Do you need to see a doctor?"

"Do not."

"What about these things, we can't finish them, so why don't we just throw them away?"

"Do not."

"Okay, then put it here, anyway, I don't want to take it, you have to take it yourself." Disliked the snack confession letter and other gifts given to Feng Qingshui by others, Mo Rantong put away the paper and pen in the question booklet and put it back on the seat, He walked out of the classroom with his backpack on his back.

It looks super cool and cool.

Feng Qingshui: "..."

The author has something to say: Feng Qingshui: Do you know that you will lose me like this.