I Wish You Still Like Me

Chapter 61-70

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Chapter 61 Freeze the picture in memory
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    The girl wore a simple T-shirt today. It was white with black letters printed on it. The skin became paler and paler like porcelain. As she bent over, the hem of the T-shirt was slightly rolled up, revealing a gleam of white. The waistline is very thin.

    "Yan Yan, let me play the guitar for you."

    Nanjiu smiled lightly, her eyes bright and dazzling with the rising sun.

    Rao is full of rich ink, and it can't hide her half-bright brilliance.

    that's it.

    The girl was holding a delicate electric guitar, leaning against the reef beside the beach at will, with her long legs lying there, her white fingertips fell on it, and plucked.

    She opened her lips, and the beautiful and pleasant music lingered melodiously from the girl's rose-colored lips, with the clear texture unique to her tone.

    The sound passed through the layers of night, through the moonlight, and through the densely growing trees.

    "The time of loneliness flies, inadvertently running water without traces of willow buds and new green, the bleak and bleak cold wind fades away, who is singing the seeds of hope that spring is full of spring." The

    girl's voice is clear and beautiful, as clear as pure sea water, It comes out with the guitar sound.

    She looked at him.

    Bright eyes.

    Like falling stars, the stars are intertwined.

    It's like looking for redemption.

    For some reason, the

    boy in white stood there, motionless, staring deeply at the girl in front of him.

    "The sky is dark and hazy, when you lift your eyes, the wind dances and the catkins fly, and the suffocating black clouds dissipate. Who is standing in the eternal feelings for the vicissitudes of life..."

    She hummed, the cold white moonlight rubbed and shattered. In her eyes, the moonlight outlines a delicate and beautiful profile.

    until a long time later,

    Han Jinyan still remembers such a picture hidden in the depths of his best memories.

    Under the cold and elegant moonlight, next to the sparkling shore, the girl just casually leaned against the huge reef, like the person in the painting, the most dazzling.

    The music spit out one by one and fell to the ears of the young man, making the most beautiful love words in the world.

    …

    The study atmosphere of senior year is always tense, and leisure time is also very little.

    The following days were almost soaked in a lot of brush questions.

    Often the teacher talks on topics above, easily skipping some topics that everyone thinks can be understood, and directly starts to explain the difficult points.

    Teachers' desks are filled with layers of review materials and papers filled with handwriting.

    The fragrance of ink and calligraphy drifted quietly in the air. The atmosphere was less relaxed and noisy than before, and it seemed quiet and rigorous, with only the rustling of the pen tip falling.