branch forest

The little rabbit was not around, and Gu Zhilin couldn't fall asleep, so he ran to the wishing side and chatted with him.

He lifted the quilt and got in, squirmed and crawled to Xu Wish's side, touched each other's feet with his own feet, as if saying hello, and said, "Wish wish, let's chat."

Wishing with a helpless face: "Zhizhi, how old are you, you still look like a child."

However, Gu Zhilin was always very naive in front of him, so the wish was just lip service, and he chatted with him.

Now he and Gu Zhilin are completely different.In the past, it was Gu Zhilin who accompanied him to fool around; now, he is the one who accompanied Gu Zhilin.

What he admires most about Gu Zhilin is that no matter how much pain and frustration he encounters, Gu Zhilin can always adjust himself in the shortest time and start over.For example, in the case of Huo Chengfeng, although he was also hit hard, he was not as depressed as himself, and has been depressed ever since.

Wishing has long since lost the courage to move forward.

Gu Zhilin lay on the side, his eyes sparkling: "Wish, where did you go today?"

She made a wish and replied lightly: "I didn't go anywhere, I just wandered around."

Gu Zhilin sniffled, obviously not believing it, but since he didn't want to make a wish, he didn't ask any more.

After a while, he pulled up the quilt, retracted his head, and only showed a pair of shining eyes: "Make a wish, I ask this, don't be angry."

Wishing to think, is there anything else that can make me really care about it so that I can get angry, so I twitched the corners of my mouth indifferently: "No, just say it."

Gu Zhilin stared at him with those eyeballs that could be taken off at any time and rolled around on the ground for a few times, his gaze was vacillating for a long time, and then he said anxiously: "Maybe, have you ever thought that maybe Lu Yijun didn't come back then?" Is there any reason?"

As soon as I heard the wish, the bitterness like eating green apricots filled my heart.He said, not only did he think about it, he also found countless possible reasons for Lu Yijun, and in the end, he overthrew them one by one.In the end, even if there is a reason for not being able to come, what can't be told to him, it is still in the situation of deep love back then.

As he thought of this, the feeling of unwillingness coiled around his heart again, and his hands grabbed the quilt tightly.

Gu Zhilin watched his expression uneasily from the side, seeing the reaction of making a wish, he was a little sad, with a guilty expression on his face.After making a wish, he knew that Gu Zhilin had blamed himself again, and comforted him: "It's all over, Zhizhi, it's okay."

Gu Zhilin nodded perfunctorily, but felt uncontrollably uncomfortable.

He has always had an indelible sense of guilt in his heart. After so many years, Gu Zhilin always felt that if he had spoken out his plan to make a wish back then, maybe things would not have developed as they are now, and could not be turned around. At this point, maybe there will be a little more retreat.

Wishing to pat the quilt, said with melancholy: "Don't think about it, go to sleep."

Gu Zhilin nodded.

The light was dimmed, and it hit Wishing's body dimly, like a layer of gold, Gu Zhilin buried his head in the quilt and closed his eyes.

As soon as she got to work the next day, Lin Jing leaned over mysteriously, exuding the excitement of "I want to gossip" all over her body.

Gu Zhilin didn't look sideways, just pretending he didn't see it.

Lin Jing waited for a while, and seeing that he didn't respond, she stretched out her arm unwilling to be lonely and poked him.

Gu Zhilin still didn't respond, his hands were clattering on the keyboard, thinking, I'll ignore you, it depends on what you do.

As he waited so quietly, a small box was slowly pushed to his eyes.

Gu Zhilin took a glance out of the corner of his eye, and the villain in his heart suddenly jumped up and ran around, and it turned out to be a box of double brewed dumplings.

You must know that this double brewing group is very popular, and he has to queue for a long time every time before he can buy a box.

He stretched out his hand in lightning speed, put it on the box, and looked at Lin Jing contemptuously: "Tell me, if you have any questions, I'll give you 3 minutes."

Lin Jing approached with a nympho face, with flowers in her eyes: "Zhizhi, your brother is really good."

Gu Zhilin opened the box slowly, and replied arrogantly: "That is." But he couldn't take his eyes off the Shuang Niang Tuan in his hand for a moment.

Lin Jing said again: "What about me? What do you think of me?"

Gu Zhilin glanced at her, not quite understanding what she meant: "You? It's pretty good."

Lin Jing suddenly felt embarrassed, she pinched the corner of her clothes and pretended to be in love, and coyly said: "Zhi Zhi, since I'm not bad, look... do you want to match up, so that you can kiss more. "

Only then did Gu Zhilin realize her intentions, and thought angrily, who will kiss you more, but after another thought, Lin Jing's idea is not bad, just to divert Huo Chengfeng's attention, lest he spend all day pester yourself.

He didn't take Huo Chengfeng's confession to heart at all, and just regarded it as nonsense.

He squinted his eyes, pretending to be in a state of contemplation, biting the glutinous rice balls in his mouth, deliberately ignoring Lin Jing's expectant eyes, and after a while, he slowly stretched out three fingers.

A big question mark appeared on Lin Jing's face.

Gu Zhilin explained: "Three more boxes."

If you don't take this opportunity to make a good profit, how can you be worthy of his long-awaited stomach.

Lin Jing gritted her teeth and thought for a while, and finally stomped her feet to agree for the sake of her great love.

In the evening, Gu Zhilin went home happily with three boxes of Double Noodles, but in the middle of the night, he had a bad stomach.

Of course, something more terrible than eating a bad stomach is still waiting for him.

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Huo Chengfeng is learning West Point recently.

When Gu Zhilin heard about it, he was drinking water and almost choked on it. It was hard for him to imagine that Huo Chengfeng, a big man in a well-fitting suit, was mixing with a bunch of mothers and aunts making pastries in middle school. Can't stop rising.

He also thought about secretly following Huo Chengfeng and taking a look, but Huo Chengfeng noticed it and stopped him in advance.

As soon as he came home that day, he saw a few yogurt mousses on the table, and the red strawberries on top kept waving at him, which made him very itchy.

Gu Zhilin looked around, but Huo Chengfeng didn't seem to be there.

He crept up to the table, looking as if he was going to do something wrong, and then held out his hand furtively.

Unexpectedly, just as they were about to meet, Huo Chengfeng's voice came from afar from the study: "Brother, don't let me find out that you are stealing food."

Ever since the two of them got together, Huo Chengfeng has strictly controlled Gu Zhilin's diet, for fear that his stomach would be ruined by overeating again.

Gu Zhilin's hand seemed to have been slapped, and he quickly withdrew it, shrank behind him, and muttered in a low voice: "Well, if you don't eat, don't eat."

He complained again: "If you don't let me eat, what are you doing here?"

How did he know that this was Huo Chengfeng's work that finally succeeded after many failures, so he naturally wanted to bring it back to enjoy it and ask for some praise. It's a pity that Gu Zhilin, an elm-headed man, can't know Huo Chengfeng's little thoughts.

Gu Zhilin raised his voice and shouted: "I didn't eat anything."

He said vowedly on his lips, but his hand secretly stretched out to the table.

"Brother, keep your promise." Huo Chengfeng's words were like a knife floating out of nowhere, and cut off his hand that reached out to the table.

As soon as Gu Zhilin turned his head, he saw Huo Chengfeng standing on the stairs, staring at him with dissatisfaction, so he went back to his room to change clothes with a sad face.

At dinner in the evening, Huo Chengfeng put a chopstick of coriander into his bowl, and said quietly: "Brother, I think you need to mend it recently."

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