Dragon: I am writing your destiny

They finally broke up at Sanchakou.

Lu Mingfei carried the old record given by Gu Chen, and continued walking with Chen Wenwen, but they must still be silent.

Looking at the backs of the two who are clearly side by side but they don't match, Gu Chen raised his foot and walked in another direction.Nuonuo bouncing away, as if finally getting rid of the torment of walking with him, but she was only happy for a while, and then slowed down.

She walked a few steps, turned her head by brushing her hair, and the man and woman over there had already gone far away, and she didn't miss it at all.Under her gaze, another person threw fudge while walking, and then raised his head to pick it up. She waited for him not to catch it, but just watched for a while, and he walked further and further away.

Nuonuo let out a boring 'tss' sound, pressed the brim of his hat, and walked back slowly with his arms folded, occasionally kicking small stones with his toes, as if he was bored.

……

The next day, evening.

The evening sky is clear and clear, and there are already stars that have brightened early. Although they are blurred, they really exist.

Under such a gloomy sky, Gu Chen and Lu Mingfei met in the bathroom of the movie theater. When he arrived, the kid was looking at the mirror and scratching his hair over and over again. Today, he specially matched a pair of dark purple plastic-rimmed glasses. It looks very flamboyant.

Gu Chen washed his hands and threw water drops on his head.

Lu Mingfei grinned and straightened his hair in the water.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"The flowers will be delivered when you give a speech." Gu Chen said.

Although I don't understand why the high school literature club has a speech before the gathering, it may be a noble tune, but it doesn't prevent him from letting Rose Card come, this is a qualified wingman.

Lu Mingfei rubbed his face, trying not to look so bad, "I listened to the record you gave me at the video store on the way back yesterday, you were deceived, Fei Xiang was singing "A Hand in Winter" fire"."

He still remembers that when the passionate male voice came out, not many people in the small audio-visual store all looked over at once.At that time, the sun was setting, and the afterglow filled the small shops, and the scene that should have been extremely literary and artistic was full of joy.

"..." Gu Chen, he really didn't expect such a thing to happen.

"What about the music?" he asked.

Lu Mingfei exhaled, "I've already made arrangements."

As he said that, he told Gu Zhen how clever he was--he used the pack of real soft China that he found in the drawer of Lugucheng, and went downstairs to the uncle of the cigarette shop to exchange two packs of fake ones, and then put One bag of fakes was put back in the drawer, and the other bag of fake ones was given to the projectionist.

"The projectionist uncle promised that before the opening, there will be a cut movie shot, and there will be music in it, which is very touching." Lu Mingfei didn't say what movie it was, although it was Eve who broke the sound barrier with Wall-e It was a classic clip, but he was sure that Gu Chen hadn't watched it.

Gu Chen gave a thumbs up, and couldn't help but said: "If you can't confess your love today, I don't think you should go to the United States to go to college, just do business with me, with your brain and the connections I have accumulated, you can make it in half a year. If we leave this small town, we will be able to go public in three years, and fly out of Asia in five years, we will become bigger and stronger, and create greater glories!"

Lu Mingfei's eyelids twitched when he heard it, but what was strange was that his beating heart calmed down immediately, and he was not so nervous.

He coughed lightly, and said coyly, "Guys, I've searched for my confession on the Internet, why don't you listen to it first and give me your opinion?"

Gu Chen nodded and leaned against the sink, expressing that he was listening carefully.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, looked him straight in the eyes, put a lot of emotion into it, and said the words that he thought were the most touching.

"It's been three years, and the students in our literature club are probably going to be separated, and maybe we will seldom get together again after separation. From now on, every spring, summer, autumn and winter, when flowers bloom and wither, when snow falls and snow melts, it will not be our group of people Together, I feel a little sad when I think about it. As a director of the literary club, I am very happy to stand here and give a final speech. Originally, these words are for all the students, but I only want to say to one person..."

Hearing this, Gu Zhen felt that the story was too long. If Chen Wenwen was the only one, she might still listen to it, but among the dozen or so people present, there would always be mischievous ones to disturb him. Anyone will listen, they'll just think you're wasting everyone's time.

If you do n’t want to make the speech confession, if it is a storm, maybe Lu Mingfei, who searches his intestines and scrape his belly on the stage, has to be beaten.

And Lu Mingfei stopped here, because the latter sentence cannot be said to Gu Chen, especially in a place like the bathroom, it will become strange.

He looked expectantly at the person opposite, waiting for him to comment and polish himself.

As an adult, he has traveled all over the world for many years, and his knowledge and experience are far from comparable to that of a poor boy who has never been born.

But before someone Gu expressed his opinion, he heard a probing voice, "Lu Mingfei, what are you doing?"

It was Zhao Menghua. As soon as he walked into the bathroom, he was really surprised to see Lu Mingfei looking at a man affectionately.

"It's nothing, I'm practicing the speech later." Lu Mingfei smiled, thinking that it will be his time to perform soon, even you Zhao Menghua has to wait a little longer.

"Oh." Of course Zhao Menghua couldn't understand his expression, but felt that the purple-rimmed glasses he wore today were a bit nondescript, like a bitch.

"By the way, here are your clothes." He handed over the handbag, "I will change into it when I give a speech later, Chen Wenwen said to be more formal."

Hearing this, Lu Mingfei's eyes burst into joy, and he quickly turned out the clothes in the handbag to see, it turned out to be a black suit with two buttons, a white shirt, and a narrow black tie.

This is a typical Korean-style suit, the size is just right for him, and the workmanship is not cheap. In comparison, Gu Chen's suit from the roadside stall 65 is not suitable for him to carry shoes.

Lu Mingfei wanted to buy a set, but his aunt refused.Thinking about it now, how did Chen Wenwen know that he wanted such a suit?He was even happier.

But he didn't think about it, even if the graduation party was organized by Chen Wenwen, how could she prepare a suit specially for the speech?

For ordinary people, gatherings are for connecting feelings, for some people, it is for eating, but for literary girls, it is to miss the days when they were together in the past, and to regret the days that everyone will not see in the future.It’s better to have beer when eating, and it’s better to cry and laugh when drinking beer, and she is holding her chin and squinting her eyes silently crying, independent, this is the gathering of literary girls.

Lu Mingfei didn't know that he had been overwhelmed by the great happiness he fantasized about. If someone poked him, he would fall into the sink and pass out.

The two people present knew his character, the difference was that Gu Chen was waiting for him to wake up, while Mr. Zhao had already turned his head and left.He would not waste his time on people like Lu Mingfei, including Gu Chen, who was already polite to nod, and he was too lazy to say hello.

Because Ben San is still muddling around with Lu Mingfei, he is destined to be a different person from the same world. In comparison, although Lu Mingfei is a loser, he is still young at least.

Sometimes you walk your own way.