My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

"...I don't believe it either."

Biqigu smiled embarrassedly: "Just treat you as if I made a special trip to greet you. After all, in your terms, we are friends!"

Ye Shan deliberately said with a cold face: "I don't have a friend who hasn't said a word for months!"

"Hi, hi... we're a friendship after all."

Hachiman turned around to leave, but in the end he was pulled by the sleeves of the people behind, Ye Shan sighed and looked even more tired.

"...Is it because of the'work' of the Ministry of Service again?"

The voice was cold, and the tone seemed to be contemptuous.

The voice was very unpleasant and unpleasant. Hachiman turned around suddenly: "Can you pretend to be ignorant? Didn't I say that I don't want to ask? What's the point of piercing me?

Have you noticed that their roles have changed?

The previous eight sauce was straightforward and rough, but Ye Shan was euphemistic and delicate, but now it's the other way around!

Yes, this is what Uncle Jia Yijia said, "The situation is different!"

"But you will ask sooner or later."

Hayato Hayama released his hand: "Before this, I also want to ask a question, who is going to the Ministry of Service to entrust you?"

"No, no one came to the Ministry of Service to commission!"

Bachan's expression is serious, because this is the truth!

Because Miura didn't come here in person, but just sent an email...

"But, I don't know why it became the content of our club's activities to figure out your sub-subsidiary volunteers. I am inexplicable, so I blame Xuexia!"

There was no smile on Ye Shan-kun's face, and the clenched fist was loosened weakly: "Really? Then, I just happen to want to ask Biqigu-kun for something.

The boy tightened his scarf.

"Can you stop asking that kind of annoying question?"

Biqigu nodded, saying that he stopped asking more, but had reduced all his expressions: "The last two questions."

"what?"

"liberal arts?"

"Ok?"

"……science?"

Those eyes that could see through people's hearts had already found what he was looking for, and the boy yawned, "Okay, I won't ask."

Suddenly remembered that when he was playing cards, he had said that he could analyze his facial expressions. Although he was a little disbelieved, Daxian was still subconsciously nervous: "Did you just notice something?"

Bachan smirked at him...

"Huh hey."

Hey your sister!

Ye Shan Hayato wasn't sure if he had noticed it, so he temporarily let go of his worries, thought of another thing, raised his head again, and looked at the sky in silence.

In the field of vision, there is only the dark teaching building and the light from the street lamps reflected in the window glass. Neither the moon nor the stars can be seen. Only the distant lights are reflected on the glass.

"Although I don't know who asked you, but I must be an acquaintance."

"Ah, probably."

Perfunctorily, Biqigu laughed suddenly: "Does the current charge have your troubles?"

"perhaps?"

"Because you are needed by others and needed by many people, Ye Shan, are you tired from living for others like this?"

This time there was silence, I don't know how long it was, until the night breeze gradually grew louder, and there was a slight sound in the quiet air.

"Very tired... really tired."

Sighing softly, Ye Shan stepped forward when he had never sighed in front of other people.

Toward the dark place where even the light of street lamps can't reach.

The masochistic sigh just now, the choked sigh, should be addressed to someone who is not here.

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Alas, it's a pity that Remilia didn't make many appearances in Wanhua Mirror. It's a pity.

I'm fighting for the last new book list next month... But recently, a lot of big guys have opened new books, and Zhou Bofu, the eight sins of great eagles, can't survive.

(You don’t know they have opened a new book yet)

Is it possible, meditation.

Chapter 20 Dudu!Let go of that dog!

The corridor of the special building was filled with cold air, and the teenager standing by the corridor window used his fingers to draw a clean and thorough area on the misty window.

Trees with fallen branches and bare flower beds are reflected in the twilight. It does not snow much in winter in Chiba, and the amount of snowfall is one of the few in the Kanto region. It is clear that you can't see even a little winter smell but it is unreasonable. cold.

Is it the melancholy and disappointment of people that aggravate this coldness?

Inexplicably thinking of Osamu Dazai, Biqigu raised the neckline, the scarf filled the gap of his neck, and then he warmed-just like Ye Shan, who always fills in the lack of others' hearts and gives others warmth, so he is "everyone's Yeshan."

If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

However, the warm spring also means parting. In the near future, we will re-establish new interpersonal relationships, and gradually weaken the closeness with our former friends-we are all cherishing this winter.

There was a brisk footstep from behind, and just about to turn around, the shoulder was hit hard.

You don't have to look back to know who the person is, and you don't have to look back to know that the person behind must be dissatisfied.

The cold and soft hands covered his eyes, and the warm and moist breath made the young man's ears red.

"Hey... I'm a hag!"

"Let’s slap the pair on your chest first. How can there be a hag of this size?"

The young man turned his head, put his arms around the waist of the prankster, and touched his forehead: "Your mouth is going to be pouted to the sky, is you so angry?"