As She Wished

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Fu Jing said positively: "Anyway, you have to go home before your birthday."

Gu Celadon was slightly startled: "Are you born? Isn't day spring?"

"I'm talking about your birth date," Fu Jing asked with a stare, a little unbelievable, "Sister, you won't forget your birth date, have you?"

Fu Jing said immediately: "Don't say anything, every day of the year is unique, so birthdays are not important? If you want."

When the words fell, I almost added: "Also? Don't say anything about living? Day is a child's business? And you? You are not too old?

Gu Celadon: "..."

She curled her eyes and smiled: "Okay, don't say anything you don't want to say. Sister remembered."

Fu Jing smiled and bent his eyes with satisfaction: "You have to listen to me."

Gu Celadon nodded: "Naturally."

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Fu Jing packed up her things and went to school. On the way, she saw the school girl’s call for help, so she went to the cafeteria and brought her breakfast.

After arriving in the laboratory, answer questions to the younger students in the group.

Again? Follow Jiang Jianhua in a meeting.

Outside the small window to the west, the osmanthus blossoms are full of branches, and the aroma? Comes in one after another along the wind. The first smell is faint and refreshing, and it slowly becomes a little sweet.

Fu Jing finally got up and went to close the window.

At this afternoon, Fu Jing sat inexplicably and unsteadily, like a person who had stayed up for a few nights drinking a big cup of bitter espresso, and his heart was slightly tired and panicked.

She propped her head and couldn't help but sleep for a while with her eyes closed.

In a short moment, dreaming. Dreaming of many different faces, wearing various styles and different clothes, some beautiful looking like ladies, some dull, haggard and humble appearance.

The last strong wind blew, and it all disappeared.

"..."

She suddenly saw someone sitting on the nine-fold throne, and slowly, this face became clearer and clearer.

It turned out to be his own face.

The Fu Jing in the dream hung his heart tightly, and then went to take a closer look, and realized that under the throne? There was a terrible corpse with broken hands and feet-the face of a teenager.

In the bruised and twisted face, one can vaguely see the handsome Qinggui from his lifetime.

A stranger in beautiful clothes and clothes.

Obviously know whether or not.

But so familiar.

Fu Jing woke up. She stood up suddenly, looked around the people in the laboratory, her eyes lost and her face pale.

Her movement was a bit loud this time.

Jiang Jianhua couldn't help but walked over and noticed her sad look: "Did you not sleep well? Stayed up late? I came here early because of a meeting today?"

The three questions of concern were all guessed wrong.

Fu Jing didn't return to his senses, just nodded, and didn't speak.

"Okay, you go back to make up for your sleep," Jiang Jianhua waved away, "appropriately? Just catch fish and keep a good spirit in order to achieve sustainable development..."