Dude with little heart and innocent little warm boy

In Mu Nuanyang's sleep, there is always a vague shadow, a gentle tone, and a warm smile, but when he approaches to see clearly, it disappears without a trace.

For several nights, I always woke up in my sleep, and when I woke up, I felt extremely worried, as if I had lost something very important, my heart was missing a corner, incomplete.

This night was the same, I couldn't fall asleep after waking up, I looked at the time and it was only after four o'clock, and I couldn't fall asleep anyway, so I opened the textbook and started to review.

When I turned to the strange question in the lower right corner, my heart sank suddenly, something flashed by, and I still couldn't find the answer after several times of thinking. I folded the footer and planned to ask the math teacher tomorrow.

There was no math teacher's class in the morning, and Mu Nuanyang could only wait until the evening self-study, habitually looking out the window, the blue sky relieved the depressed mood these days.

Qiao Zichen looked at Mu Nuanyang who had been out of shape and couldn't bear to sigh. He wanted to say a few words but he didn't know how to treat Mu Nuanyang well.I can only stand aside and worry about not being able to help.

In fact, Qiao Zichen wanted to help Mu Nuanyang think of something, but Shao Wei said that Xia Xi would find a way by himself, and no one else could penetrate them.

Mu Nuanyang didn't know what he needed to make up for in his heart. The very vague concept made him uneasy, and he rubbed the question with his fingertips, but he couldn't get the answer.

128√￣e980￣(e128 under the root of 980) what is the solution!Who wrote a question?

"Mu Nuanyang, hand in your homework." Li Luo, the class monitor, pushed Mu Nuanyang and smiled friendlyly. Mu Nuanyang turned over the book and handed over the homework.

"Hey, I didn't expect you to be so interesting, Mu Nuanyang?" Li Luo happened to catch a glimpse of the question on the book, looked at Mu Nuanyang ambiguously, and said with a gossip smile: "Who are you going to confess to?" ?”

Then pointed to the question.

Mu Nuanyang blinked in confusion, and was a little surprised: "Do you know this question?"

"Of course I know." After finishing speaking, he put down the stack of homework on his hands, and then covered the upper part of the question with his fingers.

"Look, this question covers the upper half and becomes this word, ILoveyou. Xiaomu, who are you going to confess to so romantically!"

I Love you!

Mu Nuanyang said in a daze that he just stared at the topic, Li Luo saw that he didn't talk or tease him, so he picked up his homework again and left.

Indeed, it is this sentence that is outlined by covering the rest of the top half.

Mu Nuanyang closed his eyes, and a scene suddenly jumped out of his mind: a man was sitting next to him, looking at him with a smile and then wrote down the topic.

The chaotic memories in his mind were disorganized, and his delicate face could only frown with more and more doubts. He must have lost some memories, and those memories were crumpled in his mind at this moment, and they couldn't make up a complete paragraph. .

And the dreams of the past few days, the strangeness in his heart made him uncomfortable.

But what was lost, he didn't know, there were many blanks in the depths of his memory, and he couldn't find the corresponding piece of the puzzle.

Rong Jingyan said they met, but he didn't remember.

Su Chenmo asked him why he went abroad, but he was not sure.

Touching the jade pendant on his neck, he didn't know where it came from.

So familiar!So familiar!

Mu Nuanyang didn't think of anything until after school in the evening self-study, and walked silently under the street lamp, Mu Nuanyang looked at the brightly lit distance, and still took a breath.

"Don't take my fireworks stick!"

"Give me another one!"

"The last one."

A childish voice came from the side, and subconsciously turned his head to take a look, but when he first saw the burning firework stick, his memory overlapped!

Twinkling, it's clearly like the fireflies all over the mountain.

Bright and bright, just like the depths of the eyes full of tenderness.