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Heart2 Wang Tiantian

The boy at that time was as far away as a light-year from me, but I felt that we were just separated by a door with a cat's eye. I watched from the other side and saw him, but he still didn't know that I was there.I tried to push the door open, but I found that the door was locked, I don't know who did it, I just hope that the years will corrode the door, leaving only the lingering air between us. ——To the youth (distant).

An Xiaomu didn't know why she had an inexplicable sense of crisis, as if something was going to eat her, she subconsciously wanted to speed up her pace, and deliberately avoided places where Wang Yuan's face could be seen, but found that she had already Into the infirmary.

The second she stepped in, she didn't feel any sense of urgency, she didn't know why she was relieved, she just felt that it would be embarrassing if she continued to talk to Wang Yuan.

"Hey, did you suffer from bronchitis again?" The people in the infirmary looked at Wang Yuan in surprise, as if they saw something unreasonable.

Wang Yuan was obviously a little embarrassed, he put his hands in his pockets: "No, it was my classmate who hurt her foot."

An Xiaomu looked at Wang Yuan's pretty face, that kind of beauty was quite different, the boy's expression was serious, his tone was light, that kind of normal feeling passed through An Xiaomu's heart with a slap, splashing a faint spark.

"Put up your pants and let me have a look." The female doctor didn't bother to ask the ins and outs of this matter, she took out tweezers and cotton, and wiped the purple lotion on An Xiaomu's legs.

An Xiaomu was a little embarrassed, she didn't want the male god to see her secret: "I'm sorry, I don't think anything is wrong."

The atmosphere in the infirmary was not ideal. Some people's faces were angry, and some were more dissatisfied, but the female doctor was exceptionally calm.

The female doctor sighed, and then said a little disappointed: "People don't understand their own bodies at all, are you really that unthinking of yourself?"

An Xiaomu's heart was touched slightly, she hesitated for a moment, then looked at Wang Yuan's face and finally refused, she didn't want her image to be ruined.

Wang Yuan noticed that An Xiaomu was looking at him, so he smiled at her, and An Xiaomu's heart became even more disturbed. If he knew everything, would he never leave this tenderness to her?

Seeing that An Xiaomu's eyes had already begun to wander, Wang Yuan couldn't help feeling a little worried: "An Xiaomu, otherwise I'll paint it for you."

An Xiaomu was a little flattered when she heard Wang Yuan's words, she quickly shook her head, "No! Don't!" Her tone was a bit entangled that life would be worse than death.

Wang Yuan scratched his head and said disappointedly: "Forget it, I'm outside, hurry up, or I'll leave!"

An Xiaomu was very satisfied with the answer, she smiled, but Wang Yuan walked out before she could speak.

An Xiaomu turned up the trouser legs, and the doctor carefully applied purple lotion on An Xiaomu's wound, and then asked An Xiaomu if he needed an injection.But if you think about it with your eyebrows, you know that it is absolutely impossible for An Xiaomu to say 'yes', she is notoriously afraid of pain.

Looking at the scenery in the school, Wang Yuan thought of the time when he was in primary school, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.An Xiaomu looked at the sneering Wang Yuan behind him and felt puzzled. What is the male god laughing at?

An Xiaomu looked at Wang Yuan'er carefully from behind Wang Yuan, and suddenly felt that he had really grown up and would no longer post pictures of himself going to the hospital on Weibo to beg fans to comfort him. He will act like a child, he knows how to take care of others, but this kind of him is so distressing, remember the last time he cried was in the idol's notes, because his dance did not reach the goal, did he bear it? There are too many, but he still has to be on the side like a little child, as if every day is happy, he is still young, isn't he?He had endured so much earlier, didn't he accept the hurt of others with a smile?I hate him so much, I'm so afraid that he will never be truly happy again.Compared with the other two members, he doesn't have much dance foundation, and he didn't start training at the earliest. He is the last one to train among the three, so he is relatively backward. But why can't many people understand him? If there is anything that can be done successfully at once Woolen cloth?He appeared on the stage purely because of his innocence, but isn't this him the real him?Thinking about it, An Xiaomu felt slightly wet at the corners of her eyes, so she rubbed her eyes in a normal way.

Wang Yuan turned around, although she felt a little inexplicably embarrassed by others seeing her behavior, but she didn't need to cry, did she really make people want to cry when she laughed?

"Why are you crying?" Wang Yuan was a little flustered, he was the worst at dealing with those crying girls.

"No, I'm just too tired. By the way, how far is the classroom?" An Xiaomu put down her hands, smiled, and then thought of remembering something.

Ugly Duckling thinks that his smile is ugly, but it is better than being seen crying by Wang Yuan. No one would have thought that the girl who was rebellious yesterday has become like a good girl today, but it is not surprising, An Xiaomu usually does not Will do outrageous things, but yesterday was an exception.

"It'll be there soon." Wang Yuan looked around, then raised the corners of An Xiaomu's mouth with his fingers, showing a smile: "Also, you look pretty when you smile. Smile more, just like me."

"Good-looking? Wouldn't you be taken as a fool if you smile a lot?" An Xiaomu was a little surprised when she heard someone say that for the first time. She was so ugly, not so good-looking!

"Haha, it's so funny." Wang Yuan'er didn't know why the point of laughter was sometimes as low as the horizon, and sometimes it was as high as Mount Everest. The gap is too big.

An Xiaomu thought she should smile more, but she didn't smile less before. Every time Wang Yuan played tricks, she couldn't laugh or cry. It seemed that when she was sad, she would forget the sadness when she heard about Wang Yuan. Get it clean.Wang Yuan is really a magical pistachio.

"An Xiaomu, why do you have such a big difference?" Wang Yuan threw the question in his heart to the person involved.

An Xiaomu frowned. How would she answer this question?It can't be said that she doesn't know either. An Xiaomu finally choked out a few words in desperation: "Because I know you, not those new classmates. Yes, that's it!"

"Hey, you know me, but you don't have to be so far away from me, do you hate me?" Wang Yuan murmured in An Xiaomu's ear like a child, his face full of baby's sense of sight, Coupled with his sweet smile, An Xiaomu was really about to surrender.

An Xiaomu really wanted to say to Wang Yuan like talking to a baby: "I don't hate you, I hate you being talked about by others, anyway, I don't want you to have anything to do with me, otherwise, I really can't guarantee whether they will Love you as always."

"Forgive me for a while, wow qwq, just say you don't hate me, wow qwq." Wang Yuan cooperated with the reaction that a baby should have.

"Okay." An Xiaomu was immediately refuted and had nothing to say, it was so reasonable, she was speechless wow qwq.

Wang Yuan stopped, walked into the classroom, and said to An Xiaomu seriously: "This is our class. By the way, I forgot to tell you, but school is already over."

"How do you know I'm in your class?" An Xiaomu realized a serious problem.

"Who knows?" Wang Yuan carried his schoolbag and walked to An Xiaomu's side, and gave her a wink, "Go to the restaurant and eat!"

"Wait for me!" An Xiaomu is homeless now, she really doesn't want to cook by herself, and she only stayed in that hotel for one day and found it was too expensive, so she decided to return the room today. I'm afraid she's really going to end up on the street.