The Third Thousand One Hundred and Fifty-Two Chapters Are Full of Apricot Blossoms in the Spring, and the Youth on the Street Is Full of Romance [Fan Five]

There is no one in this world that will stop, let alone fall apart.

No matter what life and death you have faced, life and death, catastrophe, torn deep blood in your heart, tossing and sleeping in the absurd night until dawn, when you face this world, the sun is still just right, the breeze is not dry, Prosperity and prosperity.

And the white world is just one less Jiang Yuyan.

it's just.

Ranbai wiped out that absurd chaotic emotion with his own hands. It seemed to be annihilated in his heart, but it seemed to be buried in the deepest part, locked in a small box in the wilderness of memory, without the sun and no one knew.

Only for that occasional moment,

will appear without warning.

Stir up the whole world.

In the coming year, when the winter passes away and the Milky Way becomes bright, can the deceased return?

…

one year later,

It was just when the spring was cold, and a continuous cloudy rain kept falling, turning the bottom of the sky a dark color.

Ju family,

Standing in a white villa in a quiet area,

A ray of breeze sent lightly, and when it passed, the corner of the white tulle curtain hanging on the side was opened, and it fluttered in the air. The sunlight was no longer blocked, and it came in through the glass window, lightly sprinkled with broken gold , jumped and mottled.

Half-illuminating the silhouette of the girl's side face, in the halo, it is a sacred and beautiful stunning color, just the right amount of delicacy, not heavy, but clean and elegant, just like the ink painting of Xu Xuzhi.

The slightly drooping eyelashes were dark and slender, and the fingers attached to the brush were white and beautiful.

Perfect as a work of art.

Like a god.

It is from the past to the future, transcending life and death, and forever engraved in Jiang Yuyan's heart. It is eternal and immortal.

The girl is dressed in white, with a temperament of ice and snow, like a bamboo festival, the bright moon and stars are drawn between her eyebrows, the clear snow color, and the end of her eyes outlines the indifference and coolness of the clear breeze and the bright moon.

A startled glance,

Happy for many years.

in front of her,

It is a drawing board and drawing tools.

On the snow-white drawing paper, only a few strokes were used to outline the outline of a figure. Moyo was a teenager, slender and tall.

The fleeting years are like water, slipping from the fingertips, accumulating the emotions of my life.

Ranbai writes and depicts Jiang Yuyan's deep memory.

The motorcycle boy Jiang Yuyan;

Jiang Yuyan, who was cold and dignified in the twilight;

In the crowd of people, Jiang Yuyan is determined to go to the dyed white;

Jiang Yuyan, who won the racing car with the trophy in his hand...

When Gu Lanxi came in, he saw such a beautiful and picturesque scene, which was really pleasing and eye-catching.

Gu Lanxi licked his lower lip.

The beauty of the lady is really nothing to say.

If it wasn't for the feeling and belief that the little sister could not like her, she would feel that the lilies in her hometown could bloom again.

Gu Lanxi didn't disturb Ranbai, and Ranbai ignored Gu Lanxi's intentions.

After a long pause, Ranbai was stunned, put down the paintbrush in his hand, turned around and walked to the side, skillfully picked up the calendar that was placed in the most conspicuous position on the desktop, and after indifferently glanced at the time, he started directly. tear.

The girl's fingers were slender and cold white, and her fingertips pressed against the corner of the calendar.

Page after page, very patient hiss.

As if it were some major project, it was done with a rigorous and focused attitude.

Gu Lanxi: "..."

coming! coming!

Miss Sister is here again with a calendar!

Gu Lanxi also doesn't know what the meaning of dyeing white is, but it has been done from a very early time this year.

Looking at the dyed white and tearing up the calendar, Gu Lanxi was still confused and wondered what he was doing.

At that time,

There was no pause in the movements of the dyed white hands, and he just spoke with a blank face, and even the ups and downs of his voice were always maintained at a flat level.

"Jiang Yuyan said he can come back next year."

"When I finish tearing up the calendar, he'll be back."

Dyeing Bai selectively ignored the other words on the envelope, and only grabbed four words to piece together a message.

Come back next year.

Gu Lanxi: ? ? ?

Gu Lanxi: "..."

No, this, this is also... It's too extreme.

Gu Lanxi couldn't believe that when Yanbai would make such a statement, it was a very childish behavior.

With all due respect to her,

Even if you tear up ten calendars in one day, those who come back after that year will not be able to come back tomorrow!

But Gu Lanxi didn't dare to say that. She was afraid of being warned by Miss Sister's death. After being messed up in the wind for a while, she just suggested sincerely: "Then, then...you continue?"

The thing is such a thing.

Gu Lanxi originally thought that such a move would not last too long, but she didn't expect it at all.

Before I knew it, it was a year.

Miss... Are you waiting for Jiang Yuyan?

Gu Lanxi pursed his dry lips and looked at the dyed white like that.

And after Ranbai tore to the day of February 6th, his movements stopped abruptly on that page, and Xuebai's fingertips also stopped there, and there was no movement.

As if still.

Gu Lanxi glanced carefully.

February 6,

is today.

Tomorrow is February 7th.

Last year's New Year was on February 7th, but this year's New Year came early, at the end of January.

"Tomorrow." Ranbai lowered her eyes and stared at the calendar, and then raised her eyes, a pair of peach blossom eyes were full of coldness to the bone, and there were some emotions that could not be understood. Her voice was very soft and soft. One word syllable: "He's back."

who is he,

Gu Lanxi couldn't be more clear.

Hearing Dianbai's words, Gu Lanxi was stunned for a long time before he hummed, but he didn't know what to say.

In fact, Gu Lanxi really wanted to ask why the dyeing was white.

why.

Yes……

Like it.

A very unreal question.

In fact, Gu Lanxi has seen it in her eyes this year. She can't clearly understand Ranbai's intentions, but she can clearly understand that the young man named Jiang Yuyan left a deep and unforgettable stroke in Ranbai's heart after all. Occupy one side, forever and ever.

But at the same time, Gu Lanxi gets along with Ranbai, and can also know about Shiqing's words. This year, he has always been good to Ranbai in every possible way. No matter if he is resisted or rejected, the scenery is beautiful and the gentleman is like a jade.

Perfect makes Gu Lanxi feel very unreal.

But Gu Lanxi does feel that these two people are very suitable to be together, but other people's affairs are not her feelings, how to choose Ranbai can only be seen by herself.

Gu Lanxi looked at the person in front of her with complicated eyes, licked her lips, and hesitated, but she didn't ask the question that was hidden in her heart.

Ranbai obviously didn't pay attention to what Gu Lanxi was thinking. All her attention was now on February 7th.

And a heavy mark was drawn with a red pen.

Ranbai is thinking about a lot of questions.

For example, where will Jiang Yuyan go when he comes back?

For example, she felt that she would not let Jiang Yuyan go again...