Chapter 65 (1/2)

Even after eating instant noodles for more than a week, Liang Xiaoyu's pretty white face began to turn yellow. Just after the conversation with Li Yu, Liang Xiaoyu decided to go out and have a good meal to celebrate her new life.

At the beginning of the lantern, the bright moonlight scattered a little bit of light, and the dry heat of the day also dissipated a lot with the gentle blowing of the night wind.

After eating and drinking, Liang Xiaoyu took a walk in the street.

Looking around, you can see a light blue T-shirt with letters printed on it. The man with pure black sports pants is standing not far away from him. Just like himself, he puts his hands on the fence at will.

The man turned his head and looked at Liang Xiaoyu. They looked at each other. Liang Xiaoyu felt that this man was a little familiar.

Where have you seen him? Cool small remaining consciousness of carefully looking at the man standing beside.

His three-dimensional facial features make his handsome face more angular, but the smile overflowing from the corner of his mouth neutralizes his rigid lines. The whole person seems to be gentle and easy-going.

The man next to him saw Liang Xiaoyu looking at him carefully. He not only didn't get angry, but also showed a friendly smile to Liang Xiaoyu.

This smile makes Liang Xiaoyu react. He is too impolite. How can he stare at the person he meets for the first time?

Liang Xiaoyu was embarrassed to smile at the man beside him. He immediately turned his head and put his eyes back on the calm river.

Although she didn't look at the man next to her, Liang Xiaoyu kept searching her memory in her mind. She always felt that it was not the first time that she met this man, but she couldn't remember.

”Are you here because you have something to worry about?” The clear, low and magnetic voice rings in the air, which makes Liang Xiaoyu suddenly shine in front of his eyes!

By the way, what is the familiar feeling? She knows. Although the sound is not so cold, the sound line is similar.

Now the person standing next to him is a little like the bad dying Xin Zezhao, not only his face, but also his voice, his height and figure.

This cognition makes Liang Xiaoyu look at the man beside him in amazement, but he receives the man's puzzled eyes.

It's impolite again! Facing the man's question, Liang Xiaoyu shook his head and didn't speak.

The man clearly nodded, did not continue to speak, but with cool small Yu, overlooking the distant scenery.

In the face of strangers, especially those who feel like Xin Zezhao, Liang Xiaoyu feels very uncomfortable. After a while, she quickly takes back her sight and leaves in silence.

The man looked at Liang Xiaoyu's leaving figure. After gazing for a while, he took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, skillfully pulled out one, leaned against the fence and breathed the cigarette ring quietly.