Chapter 1394 The Meaning of Tattoos (Twenty)

Su Yue looked at Qiao Chen's profile, pursed her lips, and said nothing.

It was a holiday, and everyone left school one after another, and there were people dragging boxes everywhere on the road.

It has snowed in Kyoto, but there are still a few dead leaves on the trees, struggling tenaciously until the end, falling away one by one.

Su Yue and Qiao Chen walked side by side, their backs looked so harmonious and well-matched.

Su Yue followed Qiao Chen's footsteps, and before she knew it, she looked up and found that they had arrived at the snack street outside the east gate of the school.

The first time she and Qiao Chen went out to eat.

Although many students have already left school, the street is still very lively and crowded at this time.

"I still want to eat the skewers." Su Yue was stunned for a moment, then smiled and pointed to the front, a place selling Mala Tang.

Malatang in Kyoto is like this. In a big pot, there are all hot things, and you can eat a bunch of them.

Su Yue ran over, took one and ate it first, took the plate handed to her by the boss while eating, and then picked out others.

Qiao Chen stood beside Su Yue, watching her pick. She carefully turned over the pile of hot things in the pot, looking for what she liked, the corners of his mouth could not help but twitch tenderly.

"The boss wants these. I want to take them away and eat them. Calculate the price for me." Su Yue picked out the plate and handed the plate to the boss for the check.

Then she reached out to touch her pocket, and suddenly remembered that she didn't bring her wallet out.

"A total of fourteen yuan." The boss finished the calculation, looked at Su Yue and said.

At this moment, Qiao Chen's pleasant voice sounded next to his ears, "Here."

His slender fingers held a piece of twenty yuan, and handed it to the owner of Malatang.

Su Yue took the bag containing Malatang from the boss's hand with peace of mind, impatiently took out a bunch of skewers from it, and started to eat.

After paying the money, the two continued to move forward.

The short snack street, two people walked from the beginning to the end, squeezed in this crowded place, the two of them are still so eye-catching.

They are used to it and calm down.

The two returned the same way, Su Yue filled her stomach, holding a cup of hot milk tea in her hand, drinking it while walking.

"Su Yue." Qiao Chen suddenly called her.

She raised her head and looked at him suspiciously, "Huh?"

Along the way, the two of them basically didn't communicate with each other. When she saw something she liked, she ate it, and Qiao Chen followed her to pay the bill.

Qiao Chen never took the initiative to say a word.

So now he suddenly called her, and she wondered if he had something or something to say to her.

Qiao Chen smiled slightly, "Happy New Year."

Su Yue pursed her lips and said with a smile, "It's still early for the New Year."

"I don't know what to tell you." Qiao Chen lowered his head, with a trace of helplessness on his lips.

I really want to talk to her, hear her voice, but I don't know what to say.

Su Yue's heart trembled when she heard the words. She looked at Qiao Chen, was taken aback for a moment, then curled her lips, "Then say Happy New Year."

In fact, she didn't know what to say.

They were so familiar with each other, but it made her feel strange. Every time she saw him after breaking up, she wanted to say something to him, but she didn't know what to say.

She felt that they should not be so unfamiliar.

Qiao Chen nodded, "Happy New Year."

Then he lowered his head and looked at Su Yue's little hand that was beating on his leg. The fingers of his hands in his pockets trembled.

No matter how long the road is, there will be an end.

Su Yong never thought that the next time she meets Qiao Chen, it will be so far away...

...

The milk tea was gone, and Su Yue still lowered her head as a habit.

Suddenly, a deep old man's voice came from ahead, "Su Yue."

Su Yue raised her head and looked over. An old man with white hair was standing at the door of the dormitory building, looking at her. She slowed down and looked at him suspiciously.

(It’s finally over, keep asking for monthly tickets, 500 tickets haven’t arrived today, tomorrow 300 tickets will grab the building, only 300 tickets... everyone click to read the next chapter, see if there are still tickets, maybe you guys What else? Let Brother Yang appear on the Billboard...)