He ​​saw countless helicopters flying towards him from all directions, and he was directly surrounded in the middle!

Like a poor sandwich pancake.

There were at least dozens of helicopters.

The driver felt dizzy and trembling for a while.

Are you here to beat him up? He hasn’t done anything harmful to God!!

The driver on the other side was equally confused. What was that thing in the middle? It was not the same company as them.

How did you get in here?

The crowds who stopped to watch in the city were shocked.

One car, two cars, three... too many to count!

Is this a confession or a fight?

Will it drop bombs from high altitude?

There aren’t any terrorists in the helicopter, right?!

It’s over, it’s over…

The war is about to begin!

They will die in the next second!!!

At this time, the helicopter pilot received the message from his boss, landed the helicopter, and landed on the overpass.

The white snow is falling, and the scene is very shocking.

Ruan Youan watched helplessly as so many helicopters landed around her, almost blocking the road.

What, what!

Ruan Youan is horrified!

She only rented one, why should she be so enthusiastic!

Could it be that Helicopter was so caught up in her affectionate confession that he was so moved that he rented one and got dozens for free?

Ruan Youan was also deeply moved!

After Mu Juanchen sent the order, all the helicopters landed on the ground and opened the doors in tacit agreement——

Large tracts of blue stars present an elegant beauty in the white snowy cold night, like a sea of ​​flowers, layer upon layer.

It is a rare beauty in this season.

Ruan Youan: "..."

No!

The boss is awesome!

Mu Juanchen walked straight over and picked up a bouquet of baby's breath. The blue bouquet reflected his cold and delicate eyebrows. He had a slender figure and a calm and ascetic coat.

In the girl's puzzled eyes, he stopped in front of her step by step and stood still.

"Ruan Youan."

"Ah."

Ruan You'an was still wondering how he could hold her flowers so naturally when she heard what Mu Juanchen said.

"I have had a crush on you for nine years."

The seven short words hit Ruan Youan's ears through the wind, extremely clear and without warning.

She opened her eyes in disbelief and stared blankly at the person in front of her.

Secretly... secretly in love with her?!

The wind is a bit biting, the snow fell very early this year, the weather is also cold, everything is covered in silver, and the breath you exhale turns into white mist, floating in the air.

On the overpass, large areas of blue that should not appear in the white snow form an elegant painting.

The man was wearing a black coat, and there was a girl standing opposite him.

Mu Juanchen looked at her, his eyes focused and sincere, telling her every word he had hidden his thoughts that he had kept secret for years.

He knows she likes him now.

He could have avoided talking about those long nine years.

But he wanted her to know that she didn't have to think wildly, worry about gains and losses, or test and guess.

As long as she stands here.

He will always like her.

She just needs to play with her little temper unscrupulously and always believe that he loves her.

This is the only answer.

"To this day, it is exactly six hours and twenty-seven minutes of the ninth year."

The snow light reflected in his eyes, and the cold and sharp thorns were completely gone, leaving only the gentle and warm thoughts in his eyes.

A snowflake fell on the eyelashes and melted quickly, like a blurry tear. Mu Juanchen's eyelashes trembled, and the fingers holding the stars were restrained, and the joints could still be seen turning white.

After this second, there was no way out. He could clearly hear his heartbeat and said word by word: "Now, I want to end this relationship."

Ruan Youan stood a little stiff, not knowing how to react. Her heartbeat was beating so hard that she would faint in the next second. All this happened too fast and urgently, without any warning in advance.

If Mu Juanchen didn't tell her, she might never know about it in her life.

There is a person.

I will have been secretly in love with her for nine years.

Across the entire youth.

Youth only lasts for a few years, and he gave it all to her.

Without reservation.

Be silent.

"What kind of relationship do you want...?" The girl licked her dry lips, her scarf almost covering half of her face, looking straight at Mu Juanchen with her almond-shaped eyes, and repeated again, "What kind of relationship do you want?"

”

"Miss Ruan, can I openly hold your hand in the future?" Mu Juanchen asked her with a smile, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows showing the light and shadow of the melted ice and snow.

Ruan Youan stretched out his hand.

"Now."

She took the initiative to hold his hand, intertwined their fingers, and stared at him: "You can hold it now."

Mu Juanchen seemed to hear the sound of flowers blooming at that moment, and hugged her tightly.

He was already prepared that he would never get what he wanted in his life, but the surprise of the ninth year suddenly fell into his arms.

We were finally able to embrace each other openly and openly under the sun.

"Mu Juanchen." The girl hugged him, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and called out, her voice a little hoarse.

"Well, I'm here."

Ruan You'an recalled those years and whispered: "Actually, I remembered all of those nine years, that whole life."

She had not told anyone about recovering her memory, and she had not thought about how to say it.

Now she feels that it is necessary to tell Mu Juanchen.

Mu Juanchen paused, so nervous that his palms became cold and sticky with sweat, but he said to her seriously: "It's a good thing to think about."

It's not a good feeling to have a blank memory. He knows that sooner or later she will think of it.

Or sooner.

Or later.

"What should I do if I can't remember it all the time?" Ruan You'an was very sad. For nine years, she didn't notice even a single glance.

If she never knew, Mu Juanchen would probably... hide it all by himself for nine years.

"Whether I remember it or not, you are my Ruan You'an."

There is only one Ruan Youan in this world.

For Mu Juanchen.

Unique.

Ruan Youan asked: "It must be difficult, right?"

How does a person survive nine years?

It turns out that in this world where the road is so long and fast, there will really be people who hide their love for many years.
To be continued...