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Chapter 9: Should I Forget?

It seems that all men in the world are equally lustful, I don’t want his hands to touch me. Yangyang thought hatefully.

Lanlan walked over, and Fu Sinian was still standing by the river, waiting for Yangyang to take a photo.

Yangyang approached Fu Sinian with a complicated mood. Fu Sinian did not express any expression. He was thinking about this scene just now, but now he was standing next to him, but he didn't know what movements and expressions he wanted to do.

Why didn't he put his hand on this idiot? I would never ignore him again. Standing next to Fu Sinian, Yangyang began to want Fu Sinian's intimacy.

Fortunately, Fu Sinian put his hand on it, and Yangyang felt that Fu Sinian's hand was very light and almost no force, as if he was afraid that he would break her as soon as he tried.

I am different from them. Yangyang thought to herself that she was delighted by Fu Sinian's specialness.

But, after taking a look, we should separate, right?

Separation is separation, what's the big deal?

Yangyang thought again, she knew that her and his world were two kinds of lives, and there was no possibility of crossing them.

I was still thinking of saying sorry to him? I slapped him. Yangyang secretly glanced at Fu Sinian and read the sorrow of parting in his eyes. He was so reluctant to leave.

Yangyang suddenly felt a sense of loss.

Didn’t they still go to Zhangjiajie? How great would it be if we went together. Yangyang thought, would he hold my hand when he went up the mountain?

He would definitely, of course, this fool, he would, thinking Yangyang, his heart was sweet, but his nose was sour.

The more beautiful the thing is, the less it lasts. It is a flash in the pan, which is the best comment.

It's better to leave.

Put on a suspender skirt, hold their hands, and merge into the phoenix crowd.

He didn't know that I recognized him. Yangyang remembered Fu Sinian's confusion, and she turned her head and smiled faintly at Fu Sinian. When she turned around, she found that her heart was in pain.

Fu Sinian climbed down from the upper bunk and sat on a stool in the aisle. The sound of wheels pressing over the rails made Fu Sinian extremely irritable.

Outside the window, it was pitch black, with only the faint lights flashing from the window from time to time, which made Fu Sinian know that the train was passing by the villages.

The phoenix has gone far away, and Zhangjiajie is behind him. Tomorrow, he will return to his city.

All this is far away from it, and all this is over.

Fu Sinian pinched his mobile phone, and the QQ number saved in the mobile phone was Fu Sinian's only hope and Fu Sinian's only dependence.

"Sinian, can't sleep?" Zhang Dawei climbed down at some point.

Fu Sinian smiled and said nothing. When they bought sleeper tickets, there were only two left. If Zhang Dawei knew that he couldn't sleep, it would be strange if he didn't laugh to death.

Zhang Dawei [31 Novel Network] went to the toilet, ignored Fu Sinian, and climbed up to the sleeper to sleep.

Si Nian, are you Gui Geng? Fu Sinian suddenly remembered Zhang Dawei's words.

Fu Sinian, who was born in the Year of the Snake, has already been thirty years old and is a husband and a father.

At the age of thirty? Fu Sinian smiled self-deprecatingly. At the age of thirty, it means that you don’t have the opportunity to sit down and rest.

Fu Sinian was under the same pressure as all wage earners, including mortgages, loans, pensions, and childhood education. All of them were heavily pressed on his shoulders, and he had no chance to breathe.

Fu Sinian wanted to go out for some breath, but when he asked Zhang Dawei, he hit it off and the two men started the Phoenix Tour.

Dawei also complained a lot, Fu Sinian thought.

In Fu Sinian's eyes, Zhang Dawei has no pressure to buy a house, and his parents also have retirement wages, so he should have no worries. However, Zhang Dawei was full of complaints along the way, and Fu Sinian realized that survival is not easy in this society.

Fu Sinian remembered that many years ago, when he was in elementary school, he couldn't eat enough at school, so he could only secretly dig up sweet potatoes next to the school to cook them. At that time, he wouldn't feel so hard.
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