Zhishu swallowed nervously and stared at her beautiful mouth, expecting its response. "Well ... I know what you're trying to say. However, I am neither a special person nor a talented person, just an ordinary boy. In my opinion, Ji Shujun's charm is dozens of times that of me, and she looks sparkling. But even if I say this, I am afraid it is not convincing. " Roland said, and closed his eyes feebly. "Zhi Shujun ... for me, I regard the meeting with Yuanxiang as inevitable." "necessities?" "It's no accident that I met her. It's my destiny. Even if I don't know her like this today, I will meet her one day. Yuanxiang is such an existence for me. Actually, no one decided to do this, and I don't quite understand. But for me, this meeting is indeed a necessity. So ... ""I don't know what you're talking about. " Chi Shu frowned slightly and kicked the stone at the foot. "Ji Shujun, Yuan Xiang is her ... she is really similar to the kind of girl I know."

208 Bridge to the sky Chapter 7 (3)

In the creaking bed, Yuan Xiang woke up. Plug in the oil stove in the corner, open the plaid curtain, and she got into bed again. The bright morning light outside the window shone on the round incense wrapped in the quilt, and the light fell on her head. Suddenly, she looked up and looked out of the window. Snow as fine as powder is dancing lightly in the gray sky. Through the foggy window glass, you can see the lush coniferous forest in the distance, which is faintly visible. This is the place where Yuan Xiang was born and raised. Looking around the room, there is a small round table beside the desk. In the storage boxes placed side by side, you can see the covers of books and comics that make people feel nostalgic. I haven't been in my room for many years, and this incredible sense of disobedience when I meet again after such a long separation almost crushed Yuan Xiang's body. Nothing has changed. The round fragrance of childhood and all kinds of whimsy with complicated shapes are densely gathered in this room. It seems that I can hear the pattering footsteps in the living room, the sound of making breakfast gently in the kitchen, the sound of a kitchen knife cutting on the chopping board, and the creaking sound of hot oil in the frying pan. Everything, everything is so unforgettable.