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Mo Yiyan sat at the table and thought about the graduation photo that happened, and another line of tears flowed from the corner of his eyes.

It seems that he hasn't cried for a long time, right?

When I heard Lu Yi slamming the door outside, I felt mixed feelings and didn't know how to face him.

Obviously...

Obviously... I imagined the scene of meeting again countless times, and I thought about the first sentence many times.

Not like this...

How much does he want to say, brother, long time no see.

He hammered the table dejectedly, but he messed up again, right?

...

Lu Yi patted for a long time, but Mo Yan didn't open the door, but the other people in the dormitory were woken up by him.

"Are you crazy? Schoolcai Lu, can you keep silent?" The person from the junior dormitory next door came out and shouted.

Although his tone was a little bad, he still gave him a little face.

"Sorry, I'm sorry to bother you." Lu Yi put down his hand that had been patted red, and did not continue to pat it. He leaned against the wall, and felt helpless for a moment.

Yan Yan he...

After so long, what have you experienced?

How could his eyes...

"Weng buzzed—" the phone in his pocket made a vibrating sound.

He took out his cell phone and took a look. He was his experimental instructor.

"Hey, Professor Han." He picked up.

"Lu Yi, come to the laboratory now. Yesterday's experiment seems to have made new progress. The one you want to prove may have deviated." Professor Han looked at the experimental report.

"Well, Teacher Han, please trouble you. Wait for me and I'll go there now."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Yi glanced at Mo Yan's dormitory and raised his hand to continue knocking on the door.

However, when I thought of something, I stared at the door of the dormitory and remained silent for a long time. My raised hand suddenly dropped, and then turned around and walked downstairs.

...

It took a long time.

Mo Yan recovered and did not hear the knock on the door outside anymore. He walked over, pushed open the door, and looked out. Lu Yiren was no longer there.

He quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and whether he was glad or disappointed, he returned to the dormitory.

He closed the door, called his mother, and informed him of his eyes today.

Then he mutes his phone, climbs onto the bed, lies on the bed, closes his eyes, and plans to rest.

Thousands of thoughts.

What does it feel like?

It hurts.
Chapter completed!