[If you see it, you will drop the new book list of classified contracts. Sad, sad.]

Yue Luo was immersed in the beautiful feeling of self-deception. Suddenly, he heard that Fu Jun was going to send him back, and he was stunned. He was cold now, but he was willing to endure the cold wind and take a walk with Fu Jun.

After hearing Fu Jun's words clearly, Yue Luo couldn't help looking at Fu Jun's eyes. He found that Fu Jun's eyes were no longer as cunning as before, but with sincerity, pity and warmth. He suddenly understood that Fu Jun was sincere.

Is he really worthy of his affection?

After asking myself this, Yue Luo suddenly felt that his previous confusion and hesitation were gone. When facing sincere people, he should treat them with sincerity. Perhaps the result would make him sad, but if he had that true love, he should be content with it.

Thinking of this, Yue Luo made up his mind, smiled at Fu Jun slightly, and said softly: "Okay."

This smile is beautiful because there is a decisive sadness hidden in it. Fu Jun did not see it, but he felt that beauty. He felt that his heart was sinking deeper in this smile.

Fu Jun is a thoughtful person. After he learned from Wuping that Yue Luo was from Class 1 of Soft Workers, he checked the course schedule of Soft Workers and the location of the girls' bedroom through various channels. In order to return Yue Luo's books and today's date - if Yue Luo had not left the house when he was on the phone, perhaps he would take the initiative to go to the downstairs of the girls' bedroom where Soft Workers and Class 1 were to pick up people.

The junior students in the school basically live in the east district bedroom. Now the east district is by the small river where Fu Jun and Yue Luo are located, so Fu Jun did not ask which bedroom Yue Luo lives, but accompanied Yue Luo to the girls' bedroom with a heart-warming feeling.

However, after walking up the river for a few steps, Yue Luo stood on the roadside of a male bedroom.

"Why don't you leave?" Fu Jun looked at Yue Luo strangely.

"I've arrived." Yue Luo smiled as hard as he could.

"Have you arrived?" Fu Jun glanced at the female bedroom closest to here, his eyes full of confusion.

It's at least hundreds of steps, and it's not the dormitory of the Soft Worker Team 1. Could it be that she doesn't want others to see me sending her?

With questions, Fu Jun smiled and said, "Let me give you another trip."

"No."

After flatly rejecting Fu Jun, Yue Luo's last hesitation in his heart as he looked at Fu Jun's confusion and disappeared, but his eyes couldn't help but become wet.

Isn’t it just a stranger who has known him for less than three days, why is he so serious?

After comforting himself, taking a deep breath and controlling his mood for the time being, Yue Luo looked at Fu Jun coldly and said, "I'm sorry, you really shouldn't call me senior sister, because..." Yue Luo paused when he said this, but finally said, "I'm a boy!"

After saying that, Yue Luo didn't dare to see what Fu Jun's expression was, and ran towards the male bedroom next to him without looking back.

As soon as he ran into the bedroom, Yue Luo's tears couldn't stop flowing. While lowering his head, he quickly walked upstairs to prevent anyone from seeing him crying, he thought to himself: Why do you cry? Why do you cry? Is it for someone who has only known you for three days, or for the relationship that you have to cut off?

I don’t know, but I just feel sorry for you and want to cry.

Oh, then just cry.

It's just not to let others see it.

Yue Luo did not return to the dormitory, but knew that he went straight to the roof. The roof of the building was dark at night, so Yue Luo didn't have to worry that someone would cry when he saw him. Besides, the roof was very wide, and there were several people leaning against the wall to look into the distance. They should be thinking about their own thoughts, so how could they pay attention to Yue Luo?

Sobbing slightly, letting tears flow across his cheeks, Yue Luozhao walked straight to a corner. After wiping his tears and looking down, he realized that what he was looking at was where Fu Jun and him were downstairs. There was no trace of Fu Jun there.

Yue Luo chuckled, and tears flowed even harder.

Escape so quickly?

My heart hurts so much...

The third floor in the east stands by the river. Between the river bank is a large slope full of grass. In addition to the grass, there are sparse camphor trees and gardenia bushes. In the night, all this becomes blurred, with only the short lamps adorning them like stars, attracting the eyes of the distance.

After passing the slope, you will see a riverside path covered with pebbles, which will wind and wind into the distance along the river, and occasionally pass through a small square. On one side of the path is a stone guardrail, and a high street light will be set up every other section, which not only illuminates the cobblestone path, but also illuminates the rippling river water.

Before, Yue Luo and Fu Jun came to the dormitory area from this pebbled road. Now, Yue Luo can see in the hazy tears. There is a couple between every two street lights, either walking hand in hand or whispering on the railing, which makes people feel very happy when they look at it.

If I didn't do that, maybe I could feel this kind of happiness now.

After a long time, Yue Luo's tears finally stopped flowing, and the tears were dried up by the wind, and his eyes became astringent. He sighed softly and pulled out a self-deprecating smile, which was also astringent. He unconsciously took out his cell phone and saw that it was already nine o'clock, and he couldn't help but turn to the address book, where Fu Jun's phone number was there.

Looking at the number, Yue Luo laughed at himself again. The moment he took out his cell phone, he had a trace of delusion - would he send a text message to himself? No matter what he said, even if it was just the word "goodbye".

But there was nothing on his phone, as if everything about him had been forgotten. Although he had known for a long time, although he knew that he was very sorry for himself, Yue Luo still felt a pain of being abandoned. The pain slashed his heart hard, and in the end no tears came out again.

After deleting the communication record about Fu Jun, Yue Luo rubbed his face and took a breath and went downstairs.

Yue Luo thought that the school was so big and there were so many people, maybe he would never meet him again. Maybe he would meet him again, but he could only pass by like a stranger.

When he returned to the dormitory, the fat white man sat cross-legged on the bed and was joking hard. There was still no one there. The boss was lying on the bed watching the movie, while the second brother was playing with the dota. Everything was the same as before, and no one knew what kind of bizarre relationship Yue Luo had just experienced. Yue Luo looked at the time and took a set of clothes at the head of the bed to take a shower.

After taking a hot bath, Yue Luo felt better. He was wearing black shorts, light pink wide long sleeves, and stood in front of the mirror with his hair in his arms, giving himself a smile. In his heart, he said: Yue Luo, don’t be sad, don’t be afraid. Since he dares to play, he can afford to lose.

Walking out of the middle and coming to Kan Jiangshan's bed, Yue Luo looked at the movie that was playing on the computer, then sat by the bed, shaking her white calves, and shouted softly: "Boss."

When Yue Luo came out of the bathroom, Kan Jiangshan had already noticed it. When Yue Luo was sitting beside his bed, he unconsciously shrank a little, so that his legs could not touch Yue Luo. Just as he was about to ask Yue Luo what was wrong, he suddenly heard Yue Luo's "Boss", and felt his heart trembling, and he was so clever that he couldn't say anything.

Seeing that the boss was like this, Yue Luo could probably understand his feelings at this time, and didn't care. He chuckled and stood up and went back to his small space. Seeing that the time was still enough, Yue Luo turned on the computer and calmed down to prepare for another chapter.

There are not many plots in the backstage story. If he could finish writing earlier, he would be able to do other things he wanted to do earlier. Think about it, he felt that perhaps life could really be as exciting as in the novel. In just one or two years, his life needs these wonderful things. No matter whether it is sad or happy in the future, he is willing to experience it.
Chapter completed!