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The path An Xiaomu chooses is often the craziest, so what if he doesn't reach the end, thank God for meeting each other.An Xiaomu seems to have magical powers. The things she pays attention to must be popular, and the people she likes must be as beautiful as her dreams.

An Xiaomu woke up very early, her eyes fell on the back of a boy who was jogging in the morning through the curtain made of paper stars, through the glass and through the dense fog.Going out for a run so early is not good for your health. An Xiaomu knew this, so she took out a piece of sketch paper from the drawer, wrote a few words on it, crumpled it up and threw it at the boy. Unfortunately, It fell about one meter behind the boy, and An Xiaomu stubbornly did the same thing again until the fourth time.The ball of paper hit the boy's head. The boy looked up and saw nothing unusual. Curiosity drove him to unfold the ball of paper. There were three words written on the ball of paper - "psychopathy".

The boy just didn't understand what she meant, and continued to run in the morning, and ran even faster. An Xiaomu looked at his back and stomped angrily. Is it easy for her to be a good person?An Xiaomu belongs to the kind of nosy person who doesn't care about her affairs, but she manages other people's affairs.So she usually has nothing to do when she is full and finds someone to entertain her.

An Xiaomu took out the warm milk from the warm water and ate it with the toast she bought after dinner last night.Really upset, she ground a large piece of fruit sauce on the toast, stuffed it in her mouth and ate it in two or three bites.

"I'm going to school." An Xiaomu picked up her schoolbag habitually and shouted to the bedroom.

"Early in the morning, it's like a spring." En Xiaoyu in the next room muttered, finally able to sleep on the bed enough, is it time to stop now?

An Xiaomu didn't care about that much. She picked up her schoolbag and walked to school at a leisurely pace. It reminded her of Wang Yuan's lyrics "Familiar with the path along the campus", which was really appropriate.

But it didn't take long before someone stopped her (it wasn't too long, she just arrived downstairs.): "Little girl, this trash is yours." A person who looked like an aunt pointed to the ball of paper on the ground.

An Xiaomu suddenly remembered what she had done, and quickly said apologetically, "I'm sorry. I'll put it away right away."

An Xiaomu hastily picked up the ball of paper on the ground, and quickly bowed: "Thank you for reminding me."

It's strange that Auntie thought An Xiaomu would deny it, but she didn't expect her to apologize. There is nowhere to find such a qualified student with a lantern.

After An Xiaomu bowed, she speeded up the motor, and ran towards the school with all her might, but the wound on her foot started to hurt. An Xiaomu hugged her thigh, picked up her trousers and looked, ah, it was pus, now I finally understand' The wound is not healed and the pain is still 'feeling'.

So An Xiaomu had no choice but to walk to the school step by step. Who told her to be smug, this is her own fault.An Xiaomu passed the music classroom and heard the smooth sound of the piano flowing into her ears. The vaguely familiar figure in green casual clothes was Wang Yuan, the boy she loved.

An Xiaomu was fascinated by the sound, the melody of "Cruel Moonlight" would make the atmosphere very depressing. Looking at Wang Yuan's frustrating figure, An Xiaomu's legs began to ache again, and her chest was also in pain. lung.Suddenly, it seemed that the melody overflowed from her eyes, so sad and so passionate.

Youth seemed to be in pain at that moment, not heart-piercing but indescribable depression, a slight pain.

The teenager is chasing his dream, the girl looks at the boy's figure, and her determination to protect him becomes clearer, so what is the girl's dream?Is it just to make boys happy?

"An Xiaomu?" Wang Yuan's slender fingers had left the black and white keys. Freedom meant that the music was paused. The only thing that didn't pause was the ticking of the clock behind the classroom.Maybe An Xiaomu already understood the "He and She" that Wang Yuan once sang.

Wang Yuan walked up to An Xiaomu, flicked An Xiaomu's head with his finger: "How are you doing now?"

"What's the matter, it hurts so much." An Xiaomu knelt down and rubbed her head.

"So, it doesn't hurt there anymore?" Wang Yuan pointed to where An Xiaomu's heart was.

How inconceivable it is to replace the heart-piercing pain with a gentle pain, but Wang Yuan is such a magical boy.So, his dream must be very beautiful and lofty, right?An Xiaomu thought so.