Heartbeat

Yongxia looked at nine tones. Yongxia didn't see nine tones in the morning. He thought she had skipped class, but he didn't expect her to be in the car all morning. Yongxia held out his hand and reached into the car, testing the temperature inside, which was very stuffy and hot. Yongxia himself can feel the temperature inside without going in. Won't she open the door? The next second, Yongxia opened the door of the main plane and turned on the air conditioner. Then rummage inside the car cabinet, saw the beer disappeared, Yongxia knew she drank, mineral water and drinks intact in there. Yongxia doesn't know how nine tones are made. Is she so confused? Driving fiercely, Yongxia returned to Xiaoyanglou with nine tones. Yongxia actually wanted to go to the hospital, but he was afraid. Unknown fear. So I can only go to Xiaoyanglou. Holding nine tones into the room of nine tones I frame and, before determining that nine tones are sleeping, Yongxia is very anxious. After he was sure, he turned off the lights and went out. Strange dark street corner... blood smell rapidly spread to the neighborhood, and Yongxia's blood-red eyes shone in the dark corner, getting farther and farther... until it disappeared in the tail street. Early in the morning, nine tones are already in the lace early, looking at the flowers curiously, nine tones looking at the newly opened flowers, the picture is beautiful, the colors of flowers are beautiful and enchanting, and flowers rarely seen in mountainous areas. The flowers on the top are light in color, simple in structure, and not as good-looking as those in the city. "...... you didn't cook and prepare lunch for noon?" "No!" Nine tones answered and gave Yongxia a smile. . . . . . Yongxia was speechless, and he felt nine tones of this dead brain-dead amnesia. Otherwise, why didn't she say anything about what happened yesterday, and crouched here like an idiot to watch the flowers bloom instead of making lunch. Hum! Yongxia doesn't know what tone and words to communicate with Jiuyin. "Well, shall we go to school?" Jiuyin stood up, put on his schoolbag and walked in the direction of the gate. Nine tones are in a super good mood at the moment. Because of that dream. Jiu Yin dreamed of that boy last night. In fact, Jiu Yin only saw the back of a teenager. I didn't see the boy's face. Nine tones stood in the open space and looked at it from a distance. The teenager stood under the cherry tree, with his back to nine tones. The silent and sad back made nine tones feel unknown. Nine tones stood there powerless, just like being fixed there, and there was an impulse to rush to comfort teenagers in my heart, but nine tones were powerless. Dreams are nine tones, but the manipulator is not nine tones... Nine tones become super good because they dream of boys. Nine tones have a premonition that they will meet boys this year and open the treasure chest. Nine tones from that time on every day looking forward to seeing a boy, did not do what about the boy's dream, yesterday was the first time to dream of a boy, nine tones very happy drop! In the street, nine tones are moving forward little by little with difficult steps, and the fingers of both hands are sketched. Yongxia's steps are striding forward, and there is already a distance from Jiuyin. Looking back at nine tones at dusk in Yongxia, Yongxia thinks there is no need for nine tones to be like this. Can't you relax your heart and walk? That is simply superfluous. "Can you walk faster?" Yongxia's voice is not big or small, with the tone of command. "Don't be wordy, OK? I've worked hard enough, and I blame this ultra-ultra miniskirt for being too short..." Nine sounds said angrily. Nine tones have always been careless in the mountains, enjoying the beauty of life, never uncomfortable, and it is the first time to reach this point. Yongxia folded his head and walked to the front of the nine tones in three steps. He took off his coat and put it on the body of the nine tones, and then picked up the nine tones with his waist. Nine tones startled, but did not resist. The faces on both sides floated with a faint flush. The left hand tugged at Yongxia's thin shirt, the right hand tugged at the skirt, and the heart beat faster. The eyes did not dare to look at others, staring at Yongxia's still unchanged face, my mind was blank, I had difficulty breathing, and time stayed on Jiuyin... Yongxia looked at the end of the street in front of him, the sunset tilted in Yongxia's left face, and the right face was covered by bangs, as if the sunset was too weak to puncture the bangs. The anthomaniacs screamed. They never thought that they would hold a woman in princess style one day in the future and put their own coat on the woman. The anthomaniacs gloated and watched the good play. What will Gong Xinle, the captain of the backup team, do to the woman-Jiuyin? Gong Xinle is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Last month, because he was selected as an exchange student of Jingsheng Noble College, he will return to Yaying Noble next month, that is, a good show will appear in a week. "How long will you stay?" Nine tones were Yongxia's words pulled back from the rigid state of rapid heartbeat and returned to normal state. Hurry from Yongxia which jump down behind, Yongxia's coat from their own is dragged down, threw to Yongxia. Then I tidy up my school uniform. Giggled awkwardly. . . . . . Yongxia didn't know what to say, and walked into the school gate without reason. The warm welcome of the recipients anthomaniac took a look at the anthomaniac's mobile phone. The wallpaper was his head, and he saw the time and calendar. Then Yongxia frowned. He knew that Gong Xinle was coming back, and his quiet days were over. Gong Xinle is a girl who has fallen from childhood in Yongxia and can't run when she sees her blood red and different eyeballs. Gong Xinle people are good, but they are jealous, unruly and self-righteous. These shortcomings have become the reason why Yongxia hates Gong Xinle, and Yongxia doesn't like human beings, let alone Gong Xinle. Yongxia has been standing on the horizon drawn by himself, opposite to Gong Xinle. Yongxia kept silent, unless it was Palace Xinle forcing himself to speak, Yongxia was determined not to say a word more. "Hello! I... I..." Nine tones want to cry without tears. The road from the campus to the teaching building grows like hell. Nine tones are going to be late in the morning. Nine tones in their own small world desperately shouted for help, desperately scold Yongxia this guy to save why not save the end, save to half throw themselves on the road and run away. What does it mean? There are rice and relatives reading the text. . . . .