The perfect future of rebirth

Just as Zhao Po lifelikes when he successfully convinced Zheng Yao, I didn't expect Zheng Mr. suddenly slap in his shoulders.

"Snapped!"

A crisp.

"Stinky boy, fool, is it, you know what start business is not entrepreneurship." Zheng Yao did not have a good breath, Zhao Po los, his eyes, glamorous moving.

Zhao Poked his face helpless, he couldn't tell her that his last life had seen more this kind of head and thought about it, and the result was a young man who broke blood.

I wanted to go, he shrugged: "I just feel that it is not so simple."

"Okay, the teacher's thing, don't worry." Zheng Yao took the shoulder of Zhao Poisheng: "Go back, Professor Qin will help you solve it, don't mess around."

After finishing, she turned and left.

Zhao Poisheng sat there and his eyes were deep, but he didn't look back to see Zheng Yao.

He realized that he thought too simple to think.

Perhaps you have a more advanced idea than others, knowing a lot of things happening, but the problem is that in the eyes of many people, as a big two students, there is no ability, responsible.

To put it bluntly, even if you say the sky, people may not listen.

The impression on the noble business in the mouth is on the one hand, but more importantly, if there is no one, what do people believe in you?

People's life, actually like a practice, it is easy to be unreliable ideas, any unusual thinking, after the implementation, change, may be a person's fate.

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When Zhao Poked back to the dormitory, Wang Zhen and Wen Yu were not there, it should be to play basketball. Instead, Tan Jie, sitting there, biting the pole, I don't know what to think.

"What is doing?" Go to Tan Jie's side, Zhao Poked coldly.

"Scared me me!"

Tan Kaixuan was obviously shocked, and he glared in Zhao Po. "You go, don't delay me."

"What is correct?" Zhao said asked with a smile.

He probably guess what is it, Tan Kaixuan should be a letter to the goddess of his secret love, and Zhao Poisheng remembers clearly. The last thing is this time, this guy wrote a hidden love letter to Zhou Qing. I was thrown by people.

It is said that Zhou Qing will marry an foreigner after abroad, and only a few years ago.

"That, I want to write Hu Xia to write." Tan Kai Xi twisted and said that it was embarrassed.

However, in this moment, Zhao Poisheng was stunned.

"Who? Hu Xia?"

"What's wrong, don't you like her too?"

Tan Kaiyi asked in a stunning and surprised.

Zhao Poisheng feels that his chest is like a burns, and the eyes are dark, like an boundless black night package, turn it out, take out his own address book, turn off the notebook, Zhao Po. The heart begins to entangle.

Zhou Qing, Zheng Yuanfeng, Ji Zhijie, Yuanlu ...

The name of the memory is disappeared.

Instead, Hu Xia, Lin Hai, Yu Yam ...

After a long time, Tan Kaixuan carefully sounded in Zhao Po. "That, where are you uncomfortable?"

Zhao Poked lives back to God, but he saw Tan Kai to look at himself.

He smiled: "I am fine, just a bit uncomfortable."

"Scare me, I thought you were not happy because I heard that I would like to be white." Tan Kai took the chest.

Zhao Poisheng shook his head: "No, I am not familiar with her."

It is really unfold because Zhao Poisheng has never heard of this name, and there is no memory for this person. He finally realizes that the place of himself, and the original world, it is still different.

Some parts of life are tearing by the power of time, and ultimately peeled with their own life, it is an unhaneous pain and torture.

Fortunately, the important people are still there.

At that moment, Zhao Poisheng felt that his chest was critical.

"Life, what do you think, Hu Xia will accept me?" At this time, Tan Shuxi sounded in the ear of Zhao Po, pulled his thoughts back to reality.

"Should it be ..." His hesitated, Zhao Poked life did not care. He is really unclear because he doesn't understand why this is Huaxia.

"The problem is, I don't know what poems you wrote." Tan Kaiyi was bitter.

"Write poetry?"

Looking at Tan Kai's bitter expression, Zhao Poked his face and thought that now, now in 1999, the university chasing girl children's means, either love letter, or holding a guitar to go to others to sing .

But if you don't remember the wrong, Tan Kaizhi this guy, the tube is a love poetry or a love song, it will not.

Turning down, Zhao Poisheng feels that he is still old and praises how to make money, this kind of love love is less, it is less.

"Hey, you, this person, there is no righteousness." Tan Kaixi did not plan to let Zhao Po live, rushing to pull Zhao's body over, two people face: "My lifelong is happy, all are all in Your hand. "

Zhao Poisheng turned over white, I really want to tell him, you don't have to dream, your true life is not Huaxia.

But the most depressed is that this truth is outside of himself, no one knows, and Zhao Poisheng does not guarantee that in this world, Hu Xia will not make Tan Kaiti like Zhou Qing. Decisive.

Thinking of this, Zhao Po is pushed away from Tan Kai, and he reached a finger: "Jixian home."

It means very simple, I will help this guy to write lovers, the best barbecue store near the school, Tan Kai, please.

Tan Kai hesitated for a long time, for his own happiness, biting his teeth, nod: "Ok, but if she refuses me, it is not."

In the words, if Hu Xia refused himself, the Zhao Poked this meal.

Zhao Poisheng thought about it, it is fair, and I have an agreement.

Looking for a paper, Zhao Poked is spread, take a pen, and starts to bow his head.

After a moment, he patched a few words on the paper.

"That night, I listened to a Sino, not to participate, just for your own breath.

In that month, I turned all the rounds, not an extension, just to touch your fingerprint.

That year, I hugged the dust, not for the Buddha, just for your warmth.

In that, I was over 10,000 mountains, not in repairing the world, only for the way to meet you.

That moment, I flew into a fairy, not for the longevity, just for your peace. "

This world is still the world of self-memory, although many things have been different, but the creation gives yourself, not only a chance to start, but there are people around you, maybe to make themselves with their one. Series, start again.