Lu Xingzhou passed this sentence in his mind and slowly tightened his hand holding the banner.

He finally got up and hung the pennant on the wall, in a very conspicuous position. Then he raised his hand to smooth the pennant.

Liang Ying knew that her emotions were almost uncontrollable, so she was not willing to let Lu Xingzhou see her off.

It’s obvious that so many years have passed, but just mentioned it, the memories of those days have clearly emerged in my mind.

The brother's body seemed to be unable to be cremated, and Liang's father and mother cried very much.

Also, the night she committed suicide, blood flowed all over the floor and dyed the carpet red.

Liang Ying hurried out and stopped at the corner of the stairs.

There are no people in the school on weekends, and the teaching building is quiet.

Liang Ying stopped at the top of the stairs, supported the wall with his hands, and slowly squatted down.

Her face was buried on her knees, and only her shoulders could be seen trembling from above. After a while, a depressing cry came.

The footsteps sounded from bottom to top, slowly and erratic, and seemed a little weak.

Liang Ying didn't look up and even buried her head down. She hoped that the person who came to ignore her would go straight over.

But the footsteps stopped on the stairs below her.

After a while, the person who came squatted down and raised his hand to touch her head.

After feeling the familiar aura, Liang Ying completely froze.

She looked up in confusion and faced Zhou Que's pale face last year.

Zhou Que touched her face, which was a little hot and cried, and wiped her tears with the back of her hand. As soon as he spoke, his voice was hoarse: "Why are you crying?"

I don’t know why, but as soon as this sentence came out, Liang Ying suddenly couldn’t hold back.

She pounced into Zhou Que's arms, buried her head in his arms, and cried dullly.

Zhou Que was almost knocked down the stairs by her, and quickly reached out to hold the railing.

He was stunned for a moment, patted Liang Ying's back gently, his hoarse voice was extremely gentle: "It's okay, I'm here."

I don’t know how long I cried, but in the end, Liang Ying’s voice became hoarse.

She retreated from Zhou Que's arms, her eyes blurred with tears.

She pursed her lips, raised her hand to wipe her tears, left the beginning and calmed down.

After his emotions stabilized a little, he turned around and asked, "Why are you here?"

Her voice pretended to be calm and calm, but Zhou Que felt distressed no matter how he heard it.

He grinned: "Come to find you."

"I called you, but you didn't answer." Zhou Que said.

Liang Ying wanted to stand up, but she realized that her feet were numb for too long. She moved to the side, hugged her knees, and said in a soft voice: "I had something happened just now."

When Zhou Que called, she was talking to the principal of No. 3 Middle School.

Zhou Que said "Oh" in a muffled voice.

Liang Ying asked again: "What are you asking me for?"

"Liang Ying," Zhou Que raised his eyes, held her hand, and placed it on his forehead, "I seem to have a fever."

When Liang Ying's hand was held by him, she subconsciously struggled for a moment, but Zhou Que held it tightly and leaned towards his forehead.

As soon as he touched his forehead, Liang Ying was stunned. This was more than just a fever, it was almost ripe.

My subordinates are so hot.

Liang Ying suddenly stood up and pulled Zhou Que up: "Why are you looking for me if you have a fever? You go to the hospital to find a doctor."

She was a little hurried and took Zhou Que's hand and walked down.

But then, Zhou Que pulled his wrist back.

She staggered and threw herself into his arms.
Chapter completed!