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The weather was rarely windy and sunny, with more than ten thousand drifting clouds slowly brushing across the azure sky screen.
Xingxiong University entrance hangs a red banner: to celebrate the successful graduation of graduate students.
A sedan slowly drove into the campus, the gatekeeper uncle too late to stop, a stop, but do not dare to stop. A sedan that looks like a normal car actually made the guard uncle stop to stop the action.
His face was filled with excitement, “It's really a legend...”
What kind of legend is it?
On the steps, a young girl dressed in graduate school uniforms, a long black coat, wearing a doctoral cap on her head, with a smile on her face walked down. She was holding her diploma, and many awards, holding her cell phone in her hand, expecting something in her eyes.
Earlier, a text message came telling her to wait at the entrance of the politics building at four in the afternoon.
She slowly stopped and looked at the familiar road, violently reminding her that this was a memory from four years ago.
Two palms intertwined, a teenager and a young girl walking side by side, suddenly, he slightly held her hand and said, “Qing'er, I really wish I could hold you for the rest of my life.”
“How long a lifetime?”
The young girl tilted her head and asked, her eyes more than a little mischievous.
“Do you even need to ask? A lifetime is a lifetime.”
The teenager smiled lightly and lightly scratched at her nose, “Qing'er, holding you so you can't escape.”
“Go go go, how could I escape.”
The young girl dropped and rolled her eyes.
“⋯”
The teenager didn't answer, just stared at her.
His hand and hers were held tightly, as if suddenly returning to the picture of the end of days.
Ten minutes past four...
He still hadn't come.
The teenager frowned slightly, looking at the cell phone display 4:30...
“Stinky Junjun, you're messing with me, aren't you?”
She huffed and puffed and shouted into the air, hoping that Han Mojun would show up soon.
In a flash, a voice with a bad joke sounded behind her, “What? Can't stand it anymore? Cursing me, right?”
“Jun?”
Lan Xiangqing looked back fiercely, his eyes were more excited, like he hadn't seen three autumns in a day.
Under the black broken hair there is a fair skin, dark eyes are like stagnant water that can't be fathomed, the teenager copied his hands on his back, a mysterious smile, walking towards her, slowly looking at her excited eyes, he knew, what she was expecting.
As soon as he got close to her, Lan Xiangqing looked at his teenager and was so excited that he ran towards him and hugged him tightly with two pairs of mandarin oranges, “Jun... Do you know that after three months of not seeing each other, it seems like I've been dreaming for a very long time.”
“Silly.”
He reached out his left hand and rubbed it lightly on her hair, “Do you know? In three months, I missed you especially, well, here.”
When he finished, his right hand came around and held a bouquet of several red roses in his hand, handing it to her, “Congratulations on your graduation.”
“Graduation? Are you here this is to celebrate my graduation?”
Lan Xiangqing quickly pulled down her smile and beamed in displeasure.
“What do you say?”
Han Mojun smiled faintly, smiling mysteriously, then pulled out the small pink box from his black coat pocket, then half squatted, opening the small pink box at her.
Soon, the sparkling ring was honestly at the bottom of the box, watching Lan Xiangqing open her mind unable to close it anymore.
Yes, happy as she was, she was definitely dreaming.
“Am I not dreaming?”
“No, you're not dreaming, this is reality.”
“Xiang Qing, marry me.”
No script memorized a few times, no words copied down, but a sentence with a genuine touch.
He confessed calmly, no, very solemnly.
“I'm willing.”
Lan Xiangqing blushes as she holds him up, taking down the ring and wanting to put it on herself, but the other person snatches it away, “Do you want me to put it on you with my own hands, careless guy.”
Han Mo Jun puts it on for her with a smile, “I said goodbye to your parents, arrange a good time and we'll get married.”
“So early.”
Lan Xiangqing is slightly surprised, more than a little joyful, looking at the teenager in front of her, thinking to herself, he is definitely the teenager she loves, the teenager who will never be wrong.
Han Mojun pulled her lightly into his arms, his eyes turning temperatureless all of a sudden.
He... wanted to keep her with him and push her slowly into the abyss.
In that first-floor corridor, a young girl who'd ventured out of her way grabbed a passing girl and asked, “Have you seen Xiang Qing? Where is she?”
“I heard she was going to the political building,”
“Thanks.”
The young girl stops walking, her eyes slowly rise with a cold smile, this matter doesn't need her to bother with anything.
The girl passing by looks at her, always feels she looks familiar, suddenly remembers something and asks her, “Are you Ji Anran?”
Being asked her name, Ji Anran is startled, nods at her, and leaves.
The girl passing by exclaims, “It's really pretty ah, it's completely different from seeing the person on the poster.”
Ji Anran hurriedly walks on her way to the past political building, and sees a teenager half squatting on the ground, his left hand opening the small box on his right heart, and the glittering ring flashes to the bottom of her eyes.
Jealousy was like a poisonous snake, impacting her perceptions.
He, actually made a marriage proposal to her, not even she was lucky enough to get to this point.
Ji Anran, like a log, stood and watched the piercing image, seeing them hugging each other, the happy image made her breath pass.
Han Mojun, I can't compare to her, so what am I?
Ji Anran wanted to rush up and fling a slap at Lan Xiangqing, but she couldn't.
In her that perception to keep a little awake, in recall, Han Mujun told her, no matter what, to be when he is acting pose, blue family power, he must use blue to clear.
Yes, it must be acting.
Ji Anran's anger slowly receded, eyes with a disdainful smile, Blue Xiangqing ah, one day, your princess dream, became a princess in distress.
She smiled a cold blooded smile and turned to leave.
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