For a moment, there seemed to be hallucination in front of her. It was the sunny boy...

But in another moment, the ruthless fire drowned out the figure of the sunshine boy.

On the grass in the woods, there was an elegant and casual man leaning comfortably under a big tree, with his back symmetrical and slender. You could see him holding the white recorder's fingertips gently stroking the flute, and the agile sound of the flute floated into his ears.

She slowly walked around the poplar tree to the boy.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, his long and dense eyelashes trembled gently, and the bright moonlight poured on the lines of his soft sunny cheeks, as charming as white jade, and his slender and clean fingertips gently flicked in the recorder. A hearty smile flew freely at the corner of his mouth, and an unimaginable confidence was revealed in the corner of his mouth.

He was quiet in the sound of his flute, and his casualness was vividly reflected on his face, as if he was integrated with the woods on this quiet night, making people unable to bear to disturb him.

Xin Chenchen was stunned and stared at the face of the boy under the big tree in disbelief.

How many days and nights did the boy appear in her dreams?

As time goes by, the charming smiling face of sunshine gradually blurred in her memory, only the ethereal and melodious sound of the flute is as deep as it is engraved in her soul.

"Dong Nan..." Xin Chenchen's eyes were blurred and soaked with tears, and he couldn't help but say the person's name.

"Dong Nan, is it really you?"

Tears burst into the dam, and Xin Chenchen could not suppress the shock and excitement in her heart.

Isn’t the person in front of me the boy Wu Dongnan who has been kept in dust for many years and has been kept in the dust?

The ethereal and melodious sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and the boy opened his eyes in confusion. His appearance was really cheerful and charming under his long eyelashes.

"Student, what's wrong with you?" the boy asked.

Xin Chenchen stood in front of him, tears could no longer stop flowing across her cheeks.

But the man's voice brought him back to reality. The face in her mind gradually overlapped with the boy's face, which was so similar.

The same eyes, the same eyelashes, the same confident corners of the mouth...

But no matter how similar she looked, she understood that the boy in front of her was not the boy who had been swallowed up in the sea of ​​fire to save her.

"Yes... I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person." Xin Chenchen panickedly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and stood there in a hurry.

"Class, are you okay?" The boy walked up to him and wanted to wipe the tears from the girl's cheek, but he hesitated to lift his hand into the air, as if he felt something was wrong.

The boy's actions reminded Xin Chenchen of him again.

She used to be very crying. Every time she cried, he would tease her and joke with her, but every time she would raise her hand as gently as him to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said in a funny way, "Crying Guy".

The man in front of him was almost exactly the same as him.

"I'm fine." Xin Chenchen gradually calmed down his inner feelings. He looked at the shy boy in front of him. If it weren't for the slightly different expressions, she might have really regarded it as the boy in her heart.

"Classmate, it's so cold at night, don't run around. A girl should know how to protect herself outside." The boy reminded him, smiled slightly, put away the recorder and walked out of the woods.

Xin Chenchen was stunned. Dong Nan had also said these words to her, and the contents of them were exactly the same.

Is it a coincidence or God's will?

She felt her heart beat violently, and it was the kind of long-lost heartbeat that she actually came from a boy who looked a little similar to Dong Nan.

She took a step and chased after him.

"Wait a moment."

"What's wrong?" The boy turned his head and looked at Xin Chenchen with a innocent look.

"Is the song you just played "The Flowing Years Like Water"?" Xin Chenchen stared at the boy expectantly.

Because "The Flowing Years Like Water" was a song written by Wu Dongnan for her in high school. This song only belongs to her and him. He doesn't believe that there are anyone else in the world who knows this song.

"So this song is called "The Flowing Years Like Water"." the boy scratched the back of his head and said.

"You don't know? Why did this song happen?" Xin Chenchen said in surprise.

"This is a song I got by accident. I don't know the name of the song, but I just think it sounds very nice, like a song written by someone to my beloved." The boy said.

Xin Chenchen was stunned when he was caught in the air, and his heartbeat became even more violent.

Feeling my heartbeat violently.

She didn't know either, but suddenly she felt that the boy in front of her looked very similar to him, and every word she said seemed familiar.

"How do you know, classmate?" The boy looked at Xin Chenchen seriously.

"This song is indeed an exclusive song, but the person who wrote this song is no longer there." A kind of sadness appeared deep in Xin Chenchen's eyes.

"That's a pity." The boy fell down his head regretfully and whispered: "That girl must be very happy, but it's a pity that I can't meet a girl who asked to compose the song."

After hearing this, Xin Chenchen's heart beat violently, almost making her blurt out: "You can write an exclusive song for me."

But she also felt it was inappropriate. A girl said such words without any reservation.

However, she didn't want to miss it anymore, and she didn't want to miss Dongnan anymore.

Perhaps, the boy in front of him is Dong Nan's reincarnation, or the angel sent by God.

She didn't know why she thought this way, but she knew that if she didn't hold on to the boy in front of her, she would miss her life.

"It's cold for classmate. You're wearing too little, so let me give it to you." The boy took off his black coat and handed it to Xin Chenchen who was standing there. He smiled warmly and said, "Goodbye."

"Goodbye...goodbye." Xin Chenchen murmured.

She could feel a warm current flowing into his heart under the coat, and even there was a long-lost and familiar smell on the coat.

"Same... classmate, how can I contact you? I'll give you my coat back." Xin Chenchen reacted, but the boy had already walked away.

She pulled her coat and looked in the direction the boy left with complicated eyes.

...

Witnessing all this, Zhu Mingtong secretly gave a thumbs up.

It's so fucking tall!!!

What a tactic of trying to get!!!

The Thousand-Faced White Fox's move not only hits the heart of the Flower, but also leaves an irreplaceable position in the Flower's heart.

Zhu Mingtong found that he underestimated the Thousand-Faced White Fox. He not only played with women, but also studied women's psychology. The school beauties, like icebergs, also became powerless under the attack of the Thousand-Year White Fox.

"It seems that I have met a master this time!!"

The Thousand-faced White Fox is obviously a psychological master. At least he has a mind reading technique as powerful as Zhu Mingtong's pupils, and can understand a woman's past and the person she cares about the most, and even secrets buried deep in his heart for many years.

Moreover, he was very smart. He did not completely change into the person in the heart of the flower, but just became 70% or 80% like him. Then he used exclusive songs and words that could evoke the heart of the flower to touch the flower.

He knows how to advance and retreat very well, does not seek to advance recklessly, and also understands the principle of fishing big fish with long lines.

It is not so easy for a person like Zihua to care about a dead person in her heart. It is often a matter of being depressed and treating feelings calmly. Unless the person deeply imprinted in her heart stands in front of her again, her heart will be beating again.

The bait has been planted, and then Hua Xin Chenchen may not be able to fall asleep all night.

The person deeply imprinted in her heart and the person she met today will gradually be replaced by the vague face of the white fox king Gu Ling, just like a hundred claws, and I wish I could immediately know all the information and personal information of Wang Gu Ling.

But she still had a struggle and reserve in her heart, because she knew that the Thousand-faced White Fox was not real Wu Dongnan.

To break the last line of defense in her heart, Wang Guling must at least have a big killer move.

If nothing unexpected happens, the next day, Wang Guling will create an unexpected beautiful encounter to defeat the last psychological defense line of Hua Xinchen, the shape-based system.

Zhu Mingtong was not in a hurry. Anyway, his performance points were still increasing. So far, his honest little paper man has brought him nearly a thousand immortal karma points, which was on the first day.

Zhu Mingtong stared at the Thousand-faced White Fox. He needed to find a suitable time to tear his face and reveal his true face in front of everyone.

By then, his love with all the women was cut off, and the immortal karma was not as broken into the dam like a flood.

...

The dark night is like the best grinding ink without a trace of variegated color. Behind the moonlight and dark clouds, only a small corner of faint, strange light is left. The howling cold wind passes by, accompanied by the rustling of branches and leaves in dense clusters.

On the roadside, the broken street lights flashed, and the last ray of light of struggle...

With a "puff", the road suddenly became dark and the whole alley was shrouded in a mysterious darkness. Only that corner of the moon was shining with light, hazy, reflecting the night, becoming more and more strange...

"Cracky~~"

Deep in the dark alley, a ball of flame swayed in the cold wind and made a sound.

It was a black iron basin, and a fire ignited in the iron basin. The hunched old man squatted on the ground. The faint moonlight reflected a vicissitudes of life and extremely pale face. The old man's face was covered with wrinkles, like silver spider silk glowing in the dark corners of the eaves of the house.

The old man bent over, holding stacks of paper money in his hand, and threw the paper money into the burning iron basin piece by piece. The flames burned even bigger, and the flying catkins and burnt ashes flew to the night sky with the flames. The old man picked up the broken branches beside him and stirred them in the iron basin, so that the flames were no longer vigorous.

At this moment, a man in a suit walked from the entrance of the alley, and his body was submerged in the shadow of the brick wall and could not see his face clearly.

"People cannot be resurrected, the old man is mourning." The man in the suit stopped and stood behind the man and said.
Chapter completed!