Reign of the Hunters

Chapter 65 Living in the Present

The word "classmate" is actually very subtle.

Now, it's even more subtle to put it between two marriageable men and women. It was as if, before the old society, a yellow maiden had shamed and answered with shame and said to her sister, "This man is my cousin."

It's as if when you can't find the right word to introduce a male friend, if you say "this is my classmate”, most people who hear this will look at you with a vague, yet you and I both know it.

Classmate, the kind of grey identity that will be unknown between friends and lovers, can say this, basically has already told everyone, me and Lang have a concubine intent, but it's just not the time to tell you how it is.

If Ye had never been reborn, she probably couldn't understand the meaning of the white fairy tale, and she would probably still think that it was just classmates, whether they were in elementary school, junior high school, high school, university, at any stage of school together, it would be this simple relationship. Unfortunately, now that she's seen too many of these ambiguous words after rebirth, she doesn't think that white fairy tales say the word is her own simple understanding.

She stared at the white fairy tale with a squint of her eyes, without showing any traces, and swept through the drifting years with her eyes. Her lips suddenly curled up, and she seemed to understand something. She nodded and responded slightly: "Oh. ”

Leaf's eyebrows frowned again. Of course he understood the meaning hidden in the white fairy tale, but there was no way to refute it. He could only bow his head and say to Leaf: “Junior high school classmates. ”

And the white fairy tale immediately followed the words of the current year, she took a deep breath and smiled, as if the grievances and sour hearts had never existed before: “Yeah, from junior high school, to high school, even college, but unfortunately not a major, counting as at least 10 years. ”

There was no frowning expression on his face this time of the year, but he stared indifferently at the white fairy tale, and the white fairy tale raised a smile with an unknown sense of pride, so that he could not speak in the current year.

The lips of the leaves are even higher. If she is still a little unclear, why should this woman ask herself to say hello? Now she has lived for so many years without knowing. Tsk, look at all this hostility, if hostility can also kill, presumably you have been tied to cellular coal by the hostility of the person in front of you.

But what does this have to do with me?

Just in the current year and when the two white fairy tales looked like needle sharps, Leaf punched an arrear and looked up at the Salon Path: “Are you finished? ”

I really wanted to put the salon to rest, but in the current atmosphere, it was obviously not a good time for those present to continue to speak, and he could only reluctantly say: "It's over. ”

“Then I'll go.” Ye said it, jumped on the back of the old six and waved at several people present: “Goodbye.” Then he pulled up Six ready to fly into the sky. Old Six stretched out his neck and made a bright dragon bark, patting huge wings, and the wind would blow the clothes of the attendants.

The white fairy tale suddenly yelled at Ye Yi: “Son Ghost! ”

Ye grabbed Liu, looked down at the white fairy tale and said lightly: “What is it? ”

“Next time I see you, I'll buy you tea, our western continent black tea is famous...” The white fairy tale waved at the leaf words with a bright and affectionate smile, but her words were interrupted by the leaf words: “Sorry, I never drink tea with unfamiliar people. Besides, in games, I prefer to drink. ”

The smile on the white fairy tale face was somewhat indestructible, but the leaf words were no longer cared for. She lifted her eyes and never looked at anyone again, then pulled the six and flew away.

She swept a white fairy tale with a very cold look in her eyes and caught up with the phoenix, but was caught by a white fairy tale. “Don't do this in your first year," she said.

The seniority was just calm and couldn't be calmer, "let go. ”

“Fleeting year…”

“Let go.” The sound of the coming year was a little chilling, and his brows wrinkled.

White fairy tales like thirteen years of seniority, which is not a waste of time, at least she knows a lot about seniority, at least about his limb movements. There was a precursor to firing in the current year when his left eyebrow raised slightly, his eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and his lips became a straight line. Whenever he gets this look, he probably does something extraordinary without mercy if the next thing goes wrong.

Although the white fairy tale was unwilling to let the seniors go with the son in front of herself, she also feared the anger of the seniors, holding the hands of the seniors arms slightly paused in hesitation, and in this middle of the month, she pulled out her arms, jumped on the back of the phoenix, and chased the back of the son's ghost.

Pushing the salon to look at the two people who flew away, it was called a heartache, it was called a sad rush, it was called an inner cow full of noodles. His heart pulled out cold, and he really wanted to spit three liters of blood for the 3,000 elite he sent out for nothing. However, it was clear that there were other things to deal with. Although unwilling, there was no room for reversal so far. He could only sigh, gave a look to the light singing whisper, and two people were ready to leave. Before leaving, however, he took another look at his wife, looked rather unhappy and finally hummed his nose gently and left with a light whisper.

Of course, the sour apple saw the look on Salon's face. She sighed and finished. This time, it was a mistake. Though Sharon loves her very much, she has always been a principled person. After the last suicide, Sharon insisted on kicking her out, but for a while, there was no excuse to whisper and whisper, in order to avoid the white fairy tale brain fainting to the hostile union to scourge Genesis, let her stay in the guild for the time being, but the Sharon said to speak clearly to Acid Apple, do not mix with Mo, let alone let her know anything about the high level of the guild. Others, let her go.

Of course, all these white fairy tales don't know for themselves, only sour apples do. And the sour apple was amazingly consistent with the sarong, and she gradually alienated the white fairy tale, except that today's event was unexpected, and she really couldn't refuse. She looked at it, stood there watching the white fairy tale that had passed away in the middle of the year, sighed again, who she was hitting on, and now she's going to do this kind of wiping thing...

Riding the phoenix in the middle of the year quickly caught up with the leaf words, he looked at the face of the leaf words, nothing had changed, and there was often no difference between them, but his heart was filled with hidden anxiety. This anxiety stems from his uncertain leaf emotions.

Liu Yi caught up with herself, of course she knew, she looked at Liu Yi with all her spare time, only to see him slightly frowned, the expression on his face was very smug. She thought it was funny for no reason. I can't believe it. Does she have that look on her face in her freshman year?

She retracted her gaze and looked straight ahead. Seriously, the appearance of the white fairy tale didn't upset her. However, she suddenly realized that there was a problem. Some people encountered something, and they had to grasp it. Otherwise, they had to let it go and hold it in their hands all the time, but they didn't act. It was shameful.

Her encounter with the new year seemed inevitable, because he had always been his target, but when did he actually turn his head and look at himself? Actually, she doesn't hate seniority. She's just not used to it. She's not used to looking back at herself with the goal of chasing her back, which makes her a little nervous.

Uncomfortable?

Yes, uneasy.

Because it's beyond my grasp. People are like this, always in awe of things beyond their grasp. How do we go on? Facing or avoiding?

What about the unfortunate memories left to her by the love of men and women of the last life? Is she capable of believing it again? Or does she have any extra emotions to waste again?

It may not be her style to play chess, but at this moment, she really has some uncertainty about chess, I don't know how to go on the best. She exhaled for a long time and was a little grumpy. Emotions are really harder than the hardest copies.

“In seniority, what do you typically do with uncertainty?” Leaf looked at the distant sky and asked.

Liu Yen still tangled how to open up better, but he didn't think of the leaf words to talk to himself first. He stood still slightly before focusing on the questions asked by the leaf words. Is that too much of a question for him to think about, uh, uncertainty? Isn't there one in front of you? He laughed: “Nobody can say for sure in the future, and nobody knows the outcome of the uncertainty. If so, live in the present. ”

Leaf didn't look over at him and raised his eyebrows: “Live in the moment? ”

Nodding his head in the middle of the year, he just smiled at the leaves. The leaves turned back and looked away, chewing the words repeatedly. Living in the present, not thinking about the future, what a wonderful thing. And what is she doing right now? Leafs drooled his eyes for a moment and laughed. In fact, in the middle of the year, this person was not terrible. From a different perspective, she didn't actually hate him so much, at least at the moment of the Purple Vine Garden, she was happy.

Between trances, she seemed to be sure of something, which was great.

Ye Yi stopped talking in the first year, and his heart got a little uneasy. He looked at her calm face and suddenly got nervous. He opened his mouth and hesitated for a while: “Little boy, me, me and her are just classmates, the simplest kind of classmates. ”

The corner of the leaf's lip curled up, “Liu Yi...”

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Someone told me today that today is a special day, there are a lot of children's shoes tomorrow to jump or eat rice noodles depends on today...

Murray, here, the fireworks wish all the children's shoes to eat the rice noodles tomorrow, come on ~ ~ (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com) and your support is my biggest motivation.)