Jinmu Qingli

What if I said that he was the one who killed Huaqu -----

He is the one who killed Huaqu------

Boom! ----Like a blockbuster, it exploded in Lu Jian's head.

"Impossible...Xiaomu, what are you joking about?" Lu Jian straightened her body, and pulled the corners of her mouth forcefully, as if what she said just now was just lying to him in order to persuade him not to like Yu Jinxian.

Mu Qingli looked at Lu Jian like this, kept watching, pursed his lips, opened his lips slightly, and was about to speak, when Lu Jian suddenly clenched his hands and shouted: "Enough! Enough! I don't want to hear it! "

He admitted that he believed Mu Qingli's words, because those eyes were so familiar, he could see Huaqu, through those eyes, he believed that Mu Qingli would not lie to him, damn he just didn't know Why so sure!

Lu Jian pushed the table away and walked out of the classroom resolutely. The whole class was looking at him. Lu Jian's words - that's enough!

It made people wonder what Mu Qingli had said to him.The classroom was terribly quiet, and no one dared to explode the pot suddenly in Yu Jinxian's class.

Mu Qingli pursed her lips tightly, pinching the pen tightly with her slender fingertips, and she didn't feel any pain when her fingertips turned white.Turning his head, Mu Qingli looked at Yu Jinxian, who was looking at him with a deep expression on his face, the disgust, hatred, and fear that could no longer be concealed in his eyes rushed out like a flood in an instant, as if they were going to drown the lazy people on the stage. The lazy man is drowned.

Without stopping for another moment, Mu Qingli got up, put his hands in his trouser pockets, turned around and walked out of the classroom.

Yu Jinxian looked at Mu Qingli's leaving back, feeling very uncomfortable, especially those eyes showed deep disgust and hatred for him, ruthlessly and mercilessly gouging out his heart like a knife .Yu Jinxian's Adam's apple moved up and down, and his eyes turned red unconsciously.Turning his head slightly, his slender fingers loosened the tie around his neck irritably.For a second, he felt out of control.

Mu Qingli was walking on an uninhabited path, on a campus path without trees, covered with snow, and in this season last year, Huaqu was still walking on his left, talking about everything that aroused his interest, That high-spirited look really warmed up the whole winter.But now, looking at the position on the left, the image of Huaqu is gradually fading.Looking under the tree again, it seems that the quiet silhouette of a person who is still sitting and writing a novel disappears in the falling snowflakes.

Mu Qingli raised the corners of his mouth and continued to walk forward, recalling the memory that became the past.

On the road ahead, Mu Qingli saw Lu Jian constantly beating the thick trunk under the tree. He was so angry. It was extremely desolate in this snow scene. Mu Qingli stopped and looked at his friend Lu Jian from a distance. He walked forward, not because he was afraid that he would become the target of venting. He knew that Lu Jian's mood at the moment was worse than when he knew that Hua Qu was his cousin.So, he didn't want to bother him.

As if feeling that someone was watching, Lu Jian stopped torturing the tree trunk, turned around, and saw Mu Qingli's lonely figure in the snowy sky turned into a sad painting, perhaps, he was more painful than him.Thinking about it, Lu Jian felt a little bit of reluctance in her heart, and walked towards Mu Qingli who was standing there letting the snowflakes ravage her.

Mu Qingli noticed that Lu Jian was walking towards him. That sunny boy who liked to play basketball was so heartbroken for the first time.

The snowflakes are raging, and they don't care about the poor people's mood. They just mercilessly, although they can't bear the hail, but with a poignant sadness, people are buried under the thick snow and become beautiful buryers.

The two looked at each other silently, looking at each other fixedly, a few years passed in a blink of an eye, things changed, and one of the three left, isn't that sad enough? -No-law--meet-meet-the kind is gone.

In the end, it was Lu Jian who said, "-----Xiaomu-----" After a pause, she randomly turned her sideways head, looked at Mu Qingli seriously with her dark eyes, and said again: "I It has been decided, since we don't want each other to suffer, I will go to France in half a month and I won't come again." As if to say his last words, Lu Jian didn't wait for Mu Qingli's reaction, turned around and walked into the snow In the curtain, Mu Qingli was left with a faint back, blurring Mu Qingli's sight. They were tears. When they fell out of the eye sockets, they were wrapped in snow and icy, and when they ran across the cheeks, they hurt. He slowly knelt down on the ground and cried.

Why?

The author has something to say: Dear readers, thank you for your support. It’s just that I’ve been too busy recently, and some readers thought that Guqing would not be updated. To be honest, since this pit was opened, I would not abandon it. I thought it was intended to be Guqing The maiden work is over.Give some encouragement, leave a message, overlord ticket, recommendation, it is better than anything else, let me see you.