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In fact, what should be said, Cheng Xuran had already made it clear on WeChat that night. He didn't say a word when they met and led her forward.

Cheng Xuran didn't understand what he meant and whispered: "It's winter vacation now."

It's impossible for No. 3 Middle School to open the door, and neither can Lao Gao. Even if he were here, he might not be able to recognize them. He hasn't been back for so many years.

Cheng Xuran didn't know how Song Yanqing planned to get in.

"Next time, come back as soon as school starts." Song Yanqing said casually.

Whose next time.

Whose it is this time.

The pine trees behind No. 3 Middle School are still green, standing in this harsh winter.

Cheng Xuran was silent for a long time.

Asked with the last glimmer of hope.

"Won't we be taken to the police station?"

"There's no one here now." Song Yanqing turned to look at her. He was stunned for a second because of her question, and then he smiled, his voice a little loose, like the frost falling on the branches of pine trees, cold and cold, "Ask It’s too high, but there’s still no surveillance on the back wall.”

"Are you still in contact?"

"Ah."

If Lao Gao knew that Song Yanqing was chatting with him in the middle of the night, talking all night long, and that he had specially prepared wine for Song Yanqing to come to his home as a guest, but the other party was preparing to dig into the back wall of No. 3 Middle School with first-hand information, would he have a heart attack from anger?

Song Yanqing had no choice.

The school was closed now, but he suddenly wanted to take a look.

If you want to do it, just do it.

This was not the first time for Song Yanqing to climb over the wall. He had been a regular customer before, but now he was no stranger to it, so he pulled Cheng Xuran along.

Cheng Xuran felt that he was really crazy.

Only then will he come in with him.

No. 3 Middle School has been renovated in the past two years. As the city's key high school in Yuncheng, it has become more and more impressive.

Cheng Xuran was shocked: "We were not so good when we were in school——"

Song Yanqing walked on the playground, with long black eyelashes and a cold profile: "It has changed a lot." Yuncheng has never been the only one changing.

There is also the outside world.

"Why aren't you surprised at all?" Cheng Xuran turned her head and saw him, her heartbeat skipped a beat. Those who tried to cover it up and acted as if nothing had happened, "It seems that they have known it for a long time."

"In the past two years, the Third Middle School and the Provincial Department of Education jointly started construction. Lao Gao mentioned it to me."

That was when Song Yanqing returned to Yuncheng.

When Lao Gao met, he asked him about the other people who were together back then, but many of them got separated in the end.

Cheng Xuran smiled and looked forward: "You always know a lot more than others."

Like, always at the front.

She chases the stars and the moon.

I still feel that he will disappear in the next second.

Song Yanqing paused for a while, then his voice became quiet: "I don't know everything."

If you don't tell me, how smart can you be to guess it?

You should think how open and honest he is.

so that your judgment will not be affected.

Cheng Xuran understood what he was talking about and stopped.

This person is Song Yanqing.

He doesn't like to push others, and he doesn't like to be forced to leave, so often, he won't be the one to get to the bottom of things and win over, just like many years ago, there was only the first time for everything.

What he has and what he has lost is more than enough. He has seen too much, and his eyes can see far away. He has the freedom of mountains, rivers and birds. He is always casual and loves romance.

You ask him if he has any difficulty.

"Have."

his answer.

I read the message from her the night before yesterday. The long white chat box contained thousands of words. She asked many senior high school seniors about the situation in recent years. The other party's words seemed to be old. It was that night when I really had insomnia. Back to It was my birthday on a rainy night seven years ago.