After Ning Chen got out of class, he was alone with a book, walking and stopping in the huge campus.

Autumn is about to begin, and a piece of withered yellow branches and leaves, dancing in the air leisurely, for a long time, can be able to land.

Ning Chen pursed his lips and looked at the clear blue sky above his head, stunned.

Murong Qingyi, Nalan Guanyin, the killing god Bai Qi, and the personal guard with red sleeves, when these people appeared in front of their eyes one by one, it indicated that the peaceful life of the past three years would be completely shattered.

Since there are people who want him to live, there are naturally people who want him to disappear forever.

Three years ago, he Ning Chen did not die, and three years later, no one can guarantee that those people will not really come back.

Murong Qingyi's sudden recognition last night once again brought him to the height of the limelight, and once the news spreads, it is inevitable that his existence will not be captured by the outside world.

"Ning Hetu, you have to find a way to make yourself tenacious, for yourself, for them, for the glory and dignity that you have lost."

Ning Chen muttered to himself, then spread out his right hand, and looked at the palm lines with solemn eyes, his lines were actually broken a long time ago, divided and intricate.

One of them is even more crushed.

It's called the line of life and death.

This line, connecting the internal organs, is related to the spirit and personal luck, according to the normal state is a complete curve, if broken, it indicates that the internal organs have suffered serious trauma, at least crippled, heavy or lost.

The so-called life and death are only in the line, and that is the case.

When Danyangzi exhausted his mind to heal Ning Chen's injuries and continue his life, he reminded him more than once that if he wanted to be free of illness and disaster in the second half of his life, he would be safe and stable.

We must find a way to continue this line of life and death.

Otherwise, he would still be dead.

A few days ago, because of the recurrence of the old relationship, which led to the disorder of internal organs, Ning Chen once again felt the threat of death, which was really torturous.

Last night, he experienced another encounter with Murong Qingyi, which caused too many mood swings, and at this moment, his heart began to cramp again, and it followed him for a while.

"Brother Ning, what are you looking at?"

Just when Ning Chen closed his eyes in pain.

A light voice, like a wind chime waving in a valley, came from my ears.

Crisp and pleasant, very pleasant.

Murong Qingyi.

Last night, the legendary female national player had already asked Ning Chen's temporary whereabouts, so today she pushed off all the banquets and arrived at the Academy of Fine Arts alone, hoping to be alone with Brother Ning in her heart for a while.

Ning Chen turned his head, forcibly restrained the endless painful entanglement from his heart, and forced a smile on his face, "Why are you here?" ”

"Brother Ning seems to be a little unwelcoming to me?" Murong Qingyi tilted his head and looked at Ning Chen carefully.

Sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

Bloom of youth.

Just like back then, he is peerless and romantic, and he is not inferior to the famous sons of any family.

"How dare I not welcome you." Ning Chen smiled lightly and shook his head.

In fact, it is not that he does not welcome Murong Qingyi, and he is afraid that the excessive contact between the two will expose some things that he has painstakingly hidden.

After all, there are too many things forgotten, and once the two sides are in close contact, with the intelligence of this female national player, it is difficult to ensure that she will not see any clues.

However, what comes is what is safe.

Now that Murong Qingyi appeared in front of him, trying to distance the two sides may chill this girl's heart, and instead of painstakingly hiding, it is better to see the move.

Nowadays, there are still many students coming and going near the campus.

The appearance of Murong Qingyi naturally attracted countless attentions.

Today's Murong Qingyi is wearing a light purple long skirt, a delicate belt around her waist, and a pair of high heels covering her feet, slim, tall and slender.

The long black and shiny hair, coiled high, and the exposed jade neck, through the soft sunlight, exudes a charming charm.

This is a peerless stunner, in the prime of life, and his appearance is worthy of being the best in the world.

Because of her perennial learning of chess, her figure is more slender and upright, standing there, even if she doesn't move, she can give people the feeling of amazing all beings.

She doesn't look like a human being, but more like an immortal who walks down from the mirror of Yaochi Immortals.

Ning Chen looked at him, looked at it, and was amazed.

Murong Qingyi sneered, his slender fingers were a little restrained and stroked a strand of hair in front of his forehead, and lowered his head slightly, as if he was a little nervous.

After being silent for a long time, Murong Qingyi took a few steps forward under the dumbfounded gazes of countless people around him, grabbed Ning Chen's right hand, and then approached Ning Chen's shoulder.

"It's really happy to know that you're still alive." Murong Qingyi muttered.

Ning Chen's stiff five fingers didn't know whether to hold it or push the other party's hand away.

As far as Murong Qingyi is concerned, the two of them have no guesses, childhood sweethearts, and it is a very natural move for her to hold Ning Chen's hand.

The tiny head rested on his shoulder.

It's like when I was a child, two people sat on the grass, snuggled up, looking up at the starry sky, a fleeting but brilliant meteor.

'Tsing Yi, I heard that making a wish under the meteor will be easy to come true, don't miss the opportunity. ’

'Hmm. ’

'Can you tell me what you wish?' ’

"If you say it, it won't work."

To this day, decades have passed, and Murong Qingyi still hasn't told him what kind of wish he made under the brilliant meteor back then.

Ning Chen froze in place, gently sniffing the fragrance emanating from Murong Qingyi's body, and his heart was suddenly in a daze.

Murong Qingyi raised his head, his long eyes like autumn water, and suddenly there was a touch of sadness, as well as sadness after shock.

Because at this time, Ning Chen suddenly let go of her hand and moved her steps, keeping a certain distance between the two sides.

"I've got something to do, so I'll go first." Ning Chen couldn't bear this solemn atmosphere, and he couldn't bear the situation that he had clearly loved but couldn't remember.

In the end, I had no choice but to flee.

"Brother Ning, you ......" Murong Qingyi's ten fingers were stiff and pitiful.

Ning Chen tilted his head, turned around and left.

The wind in this city is so strong that even if you look up, there is wind and sand that obscures your eyes.

"It turns out that in your life, there was once a woman who would make you feel distressed to tears." Ning Chen muttered to himself, feeling sad, "This feeling is really painful." ”

Murong Qingyi looked at Ning Chen, who was drifting away, and bit his lower lip tightly, his expression turned pale.

I still remember that under the starry sky, she made a wish to treat me with long hair and waist, and wish you to be in the green silk pavilion, spread ten miles of red makeup, and marry me!

Today, the boy in my mind is still there.

But Ning Chen's actions just now made Murong Qingyi, who was full of joy after being lost and regained, feel heartache to death.

'Treat my long hair to my waist, and the boy will love others?

See my face and smile again! ’

Murong Qingyi slowly squatted down, buried his head in his knees, and wept sadly.

"I'm sorry, that Brother Ning you fell in love with was a little injured and accidentally forgot about you, but he really didn't mean it."

Under the slanting shade of a tree, a figure blocked the scorching sunlight above her.

Murong Qingyi suddenly raised his head, his eyes empty.