Our love is not a fairy tale

Chapter 21 Facing the Sea (6)

"Maomao, Qiuqiu will go play in the sea with me?" Xiaofan said nervously, she was afraid that the puppy would not listen to her.

Who knew that the two dogs barked a few times and rushed into the sea.

"Wow! They understand what I say." Xiao Fan shouted happily, and ran after the puppy into the sea.

"Be careful." The boy warned, sitting there with a smile, listening to Xiaofan's laughter, screams and dogs barking from time to time...

"Are you coming tomorrow?" After playing for a while, Xiao Fan and the two dogs came to the boy's side, and she really had a good time.

"Should come." The boy replied.

"My name is Ji Xiaofan, Ji of seasons, ordinary Fan, how about you?" Xiaofan said while stroking Maomao.

"My name is Yang Ruoxi, it's time to go back to have breakfast." The boy introduced himself.

"Well, does your family live near here?" Xiao Fan looked at the two puppies with some reluctance.

"Not far, if you like, let Mao Maoqiu play with you, they know the way home." Yang Ruoxi heard the reluctance in Xiaofan's tone.

"Let's wait until you come back tomorrow." Xiao Fan knew that the puppy could be a guide dog for the blind. Without the puppy, it would be difficult for Yang Ruoxi to go home.

"Well, see you later, you are a good girl, you must be happy!" Yang Ruoxi smiled, her teeth were white.

"You are also the strongest boy I have ever seen." Xiao Fan sincerely admires this handsome boy in front of him, he is like a big brother who can bring hope to others.

"Eat early." After Yang Ruoxi finished speaking, she turned and left...

Xiao Fan looked at his tall back, Yang Ruoxi remembered it, why did she feel like she had heard this name somewhere...

The next morning, Xiaofan got up early in the morning, but she didn't see Yang Ruoxi, she was a little disappointed, but she still tidied up, Uncle Zhang would come to pick her up after 7 o'clock to go to class, and on weekends, she already I have been on leave for more than 4 days.

Looking at the finished painting in her hand, it was a very artistic painting. A round of sun appeared above the sea level, and the back of a boy and two puppies reminded her of Haizi's poem: Facing the sea, the spring is warm bloom.

(End of this chapter)