The yellowed ginkgo leaves fluttered and finally fell at the feet of Tang and Song dynasties.

The sound of white moonlight still echoed in my ears, real and warm.

It also made him finally confirm that this was not his own illusion.

"The sound of heartbeat echoed violently in the chest, beating Tang and Song's eardrums like beating drums.

For his youth, Liu Qingning is the most intuitive symbol and representative.

They lay on the playground, basking in the sun, talking about a bright future.

They hid under the eaves, looked at the rain in the sky, and talked about interesting things around them. They sat in the classroom with their arms pressed together, exchanging ideas for solving problems.

She was the brightest color in those years, the softest part of his heart, and the white moonlight he chased in dreams countless times but could never reach.

At this moment, she seemed to have walked out of the depths of his memory.

The clean and fair cheeks, the gentle and flowing ponytail, and the clear eyes as clear as water all overlap with the girl in my memory, as if time had never left traces on her.

Seeing that Tang Song still didn't speak, he just looked at her.

Liu Qingning shyly raised her hand to close the broken hair behind her ears, and her wrist bones shone with a white porcelain luster in the night.

Then he stretched out his right foot and took a big step in his direction.

"Da, the distance between the two is less than half a meter.

The warm street lights above their heads enveloped their figures.

Liu Qingning raised her head and looked at him.

Suddenly he burst into laughter, his eyelashes suffocating, casting a fine shadow on her cheeks.

It was like two small brushes, which moved Tang Song's throbbing heart over and over again.

The evening breeze gently blew from behind her, carrying her body fragrance into his nose.

Tang Song lowered his head and looked at her slightly baby-fat face, and his eyes gradually became a little wet.

He opened his mouth, but found his throat so dry that he couldn't speak.

Liu Qingning stretched out her fingers and pinched his high nose bridge, with a bit naughty tone: "Talk, if I don't talk, I'll disappear."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body was suddenly hugged with force.

The hot breath spewed into her ears, making her heart beat faster instantly.

Liu Qingning's body stiffened for a moment, gradually relaxed, stretched out her hand to wrap her strong waist and back, and gently closed her eyes.

Feeling the temperature on Bai Yueguang's body and breathing the familiar breath on her body, Tang Song's heart gradually calmed down.

"Why did you suddenly run over? I just finished the press conference today and I should have a good rest."

"Yes." Liu Qingning's voice was soft, as if she was afraid of breaking the rare tranquility. "So I came to Yancheng to rest and have a vacation here. Isn't it welcome?"

"Of course we welcome. I have always wanted to show you my home in Yancheng." Tang Song said something, and suddenly his shoulder was bitten.

Liu Qingning let go of her mouth, her voice was filled with emotion: "I don't want to see it."

One of the important reasons why she has never dared to come here is that she is afraid of seeing Wen Ruan and every bit of life in the Tang and Song dynasties.

Their daily trivial scenes of clothes, shoes, and skin care products will remind her that he is no longer the Tang and Song dynasties who belong only to her.

This time I rushed over because I knew that Wen Ruan would stay in Shenzhen for two or three days.

In other words, she can get along with Tang and Song alone during this period and chat with her.

Listening to Liu Qingning's words, the guilt buried in Tang Song's heart surged up again, "I'm sorry."

"If you say sorry, why do you need the police? You scumbag!" Liu Qingning opened her cherry mouth.

He took a heavy bite on his neck.

"Hiss-" Tang Song exclaimed softly, holding her hand and exerting a little force.

Facing Bai Yueguang, the reason why he was so entangled was because of guilt.

Liu Qingning paid a lot for him and was always planning to buy a house in Yancheng.

For Tang and Song dynasties, who have loved her for so many years, this impact is indescribable.

If I knew about this before April, there would probably be no beauticians, big sisters, fake socialites, and these people.

"Okay." Liu Qingning pushed his chest, "Let me go, there are people coming and going here."

Tang Song let go of his arms, stood up straight, looked at her fresh and cute face, and couldn't help but bow his head and kiss her apple muscles.

Soft and delicate, QQ elastic, and also has the fragrance of skin care products.

Liu Qingning Shui Lingling's big eyes widened a little, and under the dim street light, a blush appeared on her face at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The cuticle on her face is thin, and when the weather is cold or shy, her face will look red and very cute.

"Who asked you to kiss me?"

She pretended to be angry and pointed her fingers in his chest.

Tang Song raised his lips and lowered his head again.

"Baji~~" sounded particularly clear in the quiet night.

Liu Qingning's face turned redder, like a ripe apple.

She gently pounded his chest, her voice with a coquettish voice: "Hey, don't go too far! I'm really angry if I do this!"

Tang Song bowed his head again, "Baji~~Baji~~"

Liu Qingning swayed from side to side, but because of her petite figure, she could not escape his attack range.

In anger, he simply used his trick and reached out to scratch the itch of Tang and Song.

"Hmph! Let's see how I deal with you!" Liu Qingning threatened, while accurately finding the most tickling place on his waist and scratching it hard.

"Oh, stop! Surrender! Can't I be wrong?"

"I order you not to move!"

"Give me your life! Stop scratching, it's so itchy! It's so itchy! It's wrong!"

Tang Song retreated while protecting his vital parts with both hands, laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe.

Liu Qingning refused to give in and pressed step by step: "No! I bullied me so much just now, but now I want to forget it? There is no door!"

Tang and Song Dynasty were afraid of itching since childhood, and their ribs, armpits, and neck were all vital.

Although the relationship between the two of them has always been very good, there is no shortage of friction and quarrel.

For example, Tang and Song played games, chatted with other girls, or skipped classes and went to off-campus Internet cafes.

Sometimes when she angers Liu Qingning, she will come up like an angry kitten and tickled itch.

This is also a "small game" between the two.

It is precisely this colorful and fluctuating youth that is remembered by him and is still unforgettable today.

The same is probably true for Liu Qingning.

Tang and Song hurriedly avoided, and the two chased and fought under the street lights.

Ginkgo leaves fly with their steps, occasionally falling on their shoulders or hair.

Many students passing by looked at the two people chasing under the street lights, with different expressions on their faces.

Some girls couldn't help but feel a strong desire to protect themselves when they looked at the "bullied" man.

The boy looked at Tang Song with envy and the cute and cute childlike faces beside him.

After a long time.

When Liu Qingning was out of breath, the two of them slowly stopped.

"Okay, okay, if you scratch me, I will really 'hang'!"

Liu Qingning raised her head and stared at him, threatening, "But next time I dare to kiss me, be careful that I will tie you up and scratch you!"

The two of them quarreled a few more times.

Tang Song put Liu Qingning's suitcase into the trunk of Bentley Continental, then he pulled her to walk on the street and began to look for ginkgo leaves.

Although the atmosphere has returned to calm, there is an indescribable tacit understanding between each other.

When you occasionally see your eyes, you can feel the warmth of the other person.

This is a wonderful feeling that makes Tang and Song Dynasty feel relaxed.

"How is this movie?"

"No, the color is not bright enough."

"Where is this?"

"The stems and stalks are all broken."

The night became darker and the lights on the street became dimmer.
To be continued...