"In the afternoon, my mother called me and said it."

"Then...what should I do?"

"Don't like him?"

"dislike."

"I don't even want to get in touch?"

“…I don’t want to.”

"Mom said, that person is good."

"I know. But..."

"I'm worried? I want to control my own destiny and don't want anyone to make the decision for you, even if that person is my mother?"

"Um."

"Then come to Shuntian! Think about the words I said to you."

"Um."

"By the way, the boy from the opposite door has been making a decision. You can keep some magic. That boy has had many ideas since he was a child. Don't let him deceive him. Remember, the most unreliable thing in this world is the sweet words of men, and so do boys."

"Well……"

"Why? That's it. When you arrive at Shuntian, your parents won't be able to control it. By the way, as for that Min... I suggest you can still go to see him and chat. After all, even your mother thinks he is good, and it must be a bit outstanding. If you still don't like him after seeing him, then don't pay attention to him. Xiaolu... Xiaolu?"

"Well, I'm listening."

"Well, then that's it, I'll die. When you finish the final exam, I'll go back to pick you up."

"Yeah. Bye."

"bye."

The phone hung up and Wang Jinglu threw herself onto the bed weakly.

"What should I do if they don't like you?" she murmured to herself.

She raised her hand and raised her phone. She clicked on the word "SMS" and clicked on the word "Li Qian" that had accumulated hundreds of text messages. After thinking about it, she entered the word "top of the building", hanging her fingers on the sending key. She hesitated for a long time, but deleted both words, threw away the phone in distress, and covered her face.

After a while, she let go of her hand, turned over and sat up, took the Walkman from the table, found Zhou Lao's "Imaginational" on the small bookshelf on the desk and put it in, and pressed the play button.

“…

The wind is not the wind, the cloud is not the cloud,

I love you,

It doesn't matter,

Anyway, they were just passing by.

Flowers are not flowers, mud is not mud,

You are dancing in the desert,

At a moment of approaching,
Chapter completed!