Love that has been late

After school, Lin Fengjin offered to send Gong Xinle home, and Gong Xinle accepted it. Lin Fengjin walked home with Gong Xinle after school. He didn't ignore Yongxia and Jiuyin, but he didn't see them in class. Even if the teacher chose silence, Lin Fengjin still attached great importance to Yongxia, his sad and silent brother. Jiuyin and Yongxia sleep under the tree. Nine sounds and Yongxia sleep under the tree, and they feel a little cool. It is obvious that autumn is coming, but it will take some time. They are sleeping, and they are very familiar with their dreams. Fading flowers, lush woods, laughing and crying. It's not better than someone, it's just fate, is it? I don't know! I only know that it is called dream, nightmare and dream, just kind of it. "Xinle, that... I... have something to say to you. I wonder if you have time to listen to me?" Lin Fengjin stopped, turned to look at Gong Xinle and stopped with his own footsteps. When seeing Gong Xinle nodding and agreeing, Lin Fengjin showed an innocent smile, which was listed in Gong Xinle's eyes and smiled innocently. Eliminated Gong Xinle's dislike of him when he was a child. Palace Xinle felt that Lin Fengjin was near, unable to express it in words, and had no bad temper, boring practical jokes and ideas. "Xinle, I like you, please allow me to pursue you." When Lin Fengjin finished speaking, he saw Gong Xinle wait for a while's face. He knew that he had spoken out and sniffed it out. The confession of good soil could not give Gong Xinle what he wanted in history. He also don't know why, in the face of Gong Xinle, Lin Fengjin has a feeling of suffocation. Looking at Gong Xinle's speechless and guilty heartbeat, he looked very hard and happy. Lin Fengjin's mouth preached the evil smile of successful confession, and then held Gong Xinle to rotate and laugh. "Put me down." Palace Xinle serious shouting, put himself down in Lin Fengjin, Palace Xinle quickly cut his hair and clothes, muttering a small mouth. "When I was a child, why did you bully me? I still put it in my heart! When I was a child, you deserved to be beaten! If it weren't for Yongxia to comfort me, my tears would almost run dry. And you have not come to comfort me, only Yongxia." The more Gong Xinle said, the more he complained, but there was no trace of resentment on his face. He could only see Gong Xinle's happy expression and then cover it up. Lin Fengjin was not knocked down by what Gong Xinle said. He just thought seriously, turned his eyes, and then said, "I will prove to you that in the near future!" In the last two words "tomorrow", he is very solemn, and he lacks the appearance of half joking and half playing around before. It's just the impression of Gong Xinle. In others, people who know him will find that it has appeared many times, and then they can know that Lin Fengjin is playing and playing with the world. After he finished speaking, he ran away. He has his plan. Love, who is late, will soon return to his home and offer a humble apology. Gong Xinle is still standing where he is, She received a lot of confessions, And every time I was coldly rejected by myself, I didn't have a trace of feeling for those boring people at all. In the past, she only had feelings for Yongxia, but she was unrequited in love. This time, Lin Fengjin's confession made her already dead heart become unstable, and her heart became heartache, making her heart... add a little something... what things? With curiosity and instability in her heart, she got up early. But in order not to let others find out that she came early today, so Gong Xinle didn't enter the school slowly until eight o'clock. Jiuyin and Yongxia were woken up by the screaming sound of anthomaniac in the school. They spent the night here, because no one would come to the old playground, and it was not bad for anyone to come, but it was rare. Most of them think that there is something to come, and they hardly think of the old playground here. So they can sleep until dawn, hungry and the screams of anthomaniac. Yongxia hasn't drunk blood for a long time, but his desire is not strong, so he suppressed it. . . Go to the gravel road and listen to the anthomaniac shouting, "Prince Jin, we love you." The sound was loud and harsh, and it was a little attractive, so they walked into the college. The scenery was different from yesterday. The trees are covered with colorful lights, which are so inconspicuous during the day, but there is more color, and then there is no color. A large group of anthomaniac, Lin Fengjin stood under the national flag, holding not rings and other things, but the most common and ordinary six heart-shaped balloons, which read "It's late for love", and the six heart-shaped balloons are full of all kinds of love. Gong Xinle came over, and the anthomaniac took the initiative to get out of the way and looked up at Lin Fengjin. Because of the sunlight, he showed more conspicuous curly hair and his fair skin was slightly red. Lin Fengjin bent down, handed Gong Xinle six balloons, and then said, "Are you willing to accept the love that has been late?" Tears took away the eyes and starved out. Maybe Lin Fengjin didn't really have it at first, but only hated it blindly. When he suddenly came back in the third grade, he was surprised, and he didn't think he would change, and then confessed to himself. Holding the balloon line tightly, Gong Xinle was caught by Lin Fengjin and cried. Feel the blazing warmth of Lin Fengjin. Yongxia and Jiuyin stood outside and saw Lin Fengjin's success. He was also very happy. He saw his bright smile and gesture of victory, holding Gong Xinle to rotate in the center of the national flag. The exclamation of anthomaniac, the flying balloon, and the late love were accepted. Yongxia can't help but because of this unrelated brother because find their own love for her he happy. Nine tones looked at Lin Fengjin's joy and Gong Xinle's tears. Yongxia's blessing, his own doubts. The two of them are like bystanders at the moment, not their position, the audience watching the play. It is not clear why I feel tears when I see the man and the woman finding themselves together. Six balloons, the freshest way of confession, carry countless sincerity, which is heavier than gold. Love can't be measured by money. We have to understand this problem, Jiuyin and Yongxia are. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 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