Yang Feng: So what have you been doing this month? [Unfortunate]

Future Wife: There are many things you are busy with. You can provide promotion assessments for the people in your subsidiary. Occasionally, you will do charity activities to enhance the group's image. By the way, I will show you something.

Future Wife: [Picture] This is the poplar tree I planted in the northwest. I wrote our name on it. Isn’t it great? [Grin]

Yang Feng: Why did you suddenly remember to plant poplar trees? If you have this time, it’s better to come back early?

Future Wife: This is a group activity, and have you forgotten what your godfather does when you have been in school?

Yang Feng: He used to be an idle boss, but now he helps Uncle Hua as the acting chairman, what else can he do?

Future Wife: [I am reading this good book "The Millennium Watch" to recommend it to you]

Yang Feng: Dad is still writing books.

Future Wife: Yes, this time I wrote about ancient romance. I plan to contact the publishing house and help my godfather publish it.

Yang Feng:...

Future Wife: It's pretty good. You can go and have a look when you have time, especially the extras. [Grin] [Grin] [Grin]

Yang Feng: I know, I will go and see it when I have time. Tomorrow is New Year's Day, remember to come back.

Future Wife: No problem, I can't forget it.

With Hua Xiaoqian's words, Yang Feng also breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter what, his sister Hua will be back.

When he raised his head again, Yang Feng found that Qiao Yang had already gotten off the stage, and several teachers helped to lift the piano off the stage.

Just now, he was just chatting, but he didn't even notice what song he was playing.

"What did Qiao Yang play on the stage just now?" Yang Feng turned his head and asked his roommate sitting next to him.

"Tonight You're the Most Beautiful", if you want to talk about flirting, the guys in the art class are the best flirting. You didn't see it just now, the girls' eyes were as bright as light bulbs, and I don't know if they understood it, so I wanted to rush up to confess to him, tsk tsk."

My roommate just felt it was nice just now. He looked up and listened for a while. Now he couldn't help but be amazed when he thought of the scene just now.

"I heard it's original," the classmate next to him said in a sarcasm.

The roommate shook his head, "I am just a vulgar person. It doesn't matter whether it is original or not, as long as it sounds nice."

Listening to their conversation, Yang Feng remembered something and took out a silver pendant from his pocket, which contained a photo of the three of them.

It has been more than three years since I realized it, and Qiao Yang has been able to write a song that will make both teachers and classmates amazing. Maybe he will be admitted to college again.

In the past three years, he has become more and more outstanding, but he has never contacted them again even though he is in the same school.

"Yang Feng, do you know each other?" The roommate saw the pendant in Yang Feng's hand and came over to ask curiously.

"No, I don't know each other, it's just that my good friend looked a bit like him when I was a child, and he was not the same person."

"That's a pity. I heard that he is very popular. If he can be with him often, he should be able to contact many girls and beautiful seniors."

The roommate looked regretful, and the classmate next to him couldn't help but pour cold water on him.

"Don't dream. Even if you get the contact information, you are not your favorite, but you are just using you as a springboard and want to get close to Qiao Yang."

"It's better to have a chance than not... Yang Feng, don't you?"

"Don't ask me, I don't know, I already have a wife."

"Every time I say this, I have never seen the real person you call "wife". I'm afraid it's not made of paper."

The roommate quarreled with his classmates, and Yang Feng was shot while lying beside him, smiling and not talking.

The stage performance continued, because the dormitory was not open yet, and Qiao Yang did not want to go back to the middle of the class, otherwise there would be a bunch of girls talking to him.

I had the mood to deal with it before, but today he was not in this mood.

Under the small bridge of the school, the river water at night is as dark as ink, reflecting the bright moon and stars in the sky. Qiao Yang hid beside the bridge, leaning against Qiao's railing, and quietly looking at the river water.

It is already winter, and the river wind is cold, but it is better than mosquito harassment in summer.

Wrap the coat tightly and you can still feel a little warmth.

"Qiao Yang, you are here, I finally found you."

Maybe I am too naive, there are actually mosquitoes in winter.

When he turned around and saw the girl who was studying Western oil painting in his class, Qiao Yang's eyes shrank slightly.

"Is there anything?"

On New Year's Day night, there is a small bridge and flowing water, and the lonely man and widowed woman, the girl's faces are particularly bright.

"I have something to hand over to you."

The girl handed the white envelope in her hand to Qiao Yang, nodded slightly, and looked at Qiao Yang expectantly.

"Can you tell me the matter directly? I don't have the habit of reading the letter." Qiao Yang got the letter and touched it. He seemed to be more than just a letter. His eyebrows were restrained and he asked in a low voice.

"That... can you date me?" The girl mustered up the courage to say what she said in her heart, turned around happily and wanted to run away.

But before he could run a meter away, his hand was firmly grasped.

"You've grabbed me and hurt me." The girl frowned in pain.

Qiao Yang hesitated for a moment, but did not let go immediately.

"Thank you very much for liked me, but I don't plan to fall in love in high school, sorry."

He put the envelope back into the girl's hand and then let go of his hand.

The girl's pupils shrank for a moment, and her heart was shocked. From junior high school to high school, she had always rejected others in this way. Unexpectedly, one day, a boy would reject her in the same way.

"Impossible. If you don't plan to fall in love, you can't write the piano piece like that just now." The girl could not accept Qiao Yang's words.

"I have nothing to tell you about this." Qiao Yang turned his head and stopped looking at the girl.
Chapter completed!