"I'll go back to find a rubber band." Yun Chaochao looked at Chao Changchang, "I'll leave if I'm fine."

"Okay." After answering, Chao Changchang remembered what he had just ignored: "What number did you say?"

“27.”

"Is it 27 next month?" What Chao Painter Changchang is most concerned about now is that time is not enough.

"Yes." Yun Chaochao gave a positive answer, cold and expressionless.

It was similar to the cold fairy sister I saw when Chao Changchang was in the mountain village.

"If next month is 27, there will be nearly 40 days left," Chao Changchang estimated the time in his mind. "It should be too late! Go find the rubber band, and I will go back to draw the draft."

After a conversation between pleasure and tension, with a little smell of gunpowder and something else that cannot be said, Chao Changchang, who thought he had dominated the topic, realized that he had not even solved the original intention of this conversation.

Draft.

Should I give it tonight or tomorrow morning?

The tide is so big that there are many girls around you, just like them.

He thinks he is a chatty boy.

I also think I know how to look at people.

But he couldn't understand Yun Chaochao at all.

Like a cloud of fog.

I don't know when I will get angry.

I don't know where the anger is.

The tide in the clouds was long, and I laughed as I thought about it.

This is a self-deprecating smile.

How narcissistic is he that he feels better at judging people?

During the years when he was sought after by girls in the school, he didn't like anyone else. In the end, he fell in love with Shui Miaomiao and gave up on Harvard and Yale.

If his vision is considered to be [willing to look at people], then there is probably no one in this world who can’t look at people.

If he had left half a year earlier.

Wouldn't you give a speech at the UN Youth Congress?

If he had left half a year earlier.

Isn’t there no popular searches for coming-of-age ceremony?

If none of these were found, wouldn’t anyone have noticed the accident of rotating billboards?

The more Chao Changchang thinks, the more he thinks.

The more you get, the sadder you feel.

I don’t know when he started to think that many things are their own responsibilities.

This sense of responsibility made him unable to sleep at all when it was late at night.

Once you close your eyes, it feels like you are sleeping in a cloud, with a void and no support.

Then fall from the clouds and fall freely.

Then, he woke up.
Chapter completed!