Chapter 116 - You are (2/2)
Lin Su walked ahead, Qin Sheng followed behind It was very cold on rainy nights Fortunately, the rain stopped in the afternoon, and Qin Sheng followed in Lin Su’s footsteps at a leisurely pace
When he was idle, Qin Sheng whistled a song that he liked very ht not hear of it Lin Su thought it sounded good During walking, he whistled, and she listened A few minutes later, they were downstairs
Lin Su stopped, turned around, and said, “Okay, that’s it”
Qin Sheng was very sensible He didn’t dare to think to enter Lin Su’s boudoir, so he gave things to Lin Su, only leaving the two books He said with a smile, “Okay, then, have an early rest”
“Okay,” Lin Su took things and said with a s didn’t say a word, smiled and waved, turned around and left, without hesitation After all, it was not departure, just the beginning
Qin Sheng had not gone a few steps when Lin Su shouted, “Qin Sheng!”
Qin Sheng turned subconsciously, puzzledly saying, “What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing I just want to ask, what song was that you just whistled?” Lin Su asked with so said with a faint smile, “Twelve”
“Twelve?” Lin Su ’s back as he left
It was alot back to shi+lin Huayuan Both Chang Baji and Hao Lei were back Hao Lei curiously said, “What did you do this day? You didn’t answer the phone, nor see you in the gyhtedly said, “Guess what?”
In Hao Lei’s curse of “guessing your big uncle”, Qin Sheng went back to his room to take a bath
In the Lujiazui apartment, Lin Su also took a bath, sat in front of the computer in her paja sent several WeChat nored them
She was supposed to receive e just said So she opened Netease Cloud Music and searched the song Twelve, and then she was fascinated by it
“You are hot waves of Septes of heavy rain
You are a drea over mountains and rivers You are the roadside of all snohite night
You are the young scenery of the southern he at each other
You are wings through the landingYou are the fragrance of the snetic field, unable to resist and constantly chase You are the direction of sunset in the evening
You are a short-lived ideal that I cannot embrace
You are the journey You are the hoettable love, reluctant to stop You are a long way from the ruins
You are the unrepentant hour that cooes You are a bundle of life in full bloom
You are the careful rows of written stroke You are the wrong growth of a few strands of hair
You are the cure You are the nutrition
You arethe horet and desire
You are a dream I don’t want to wake up, a tender one
My naettable”