Confession! Confession!!!

Kou Qiu's eyes were wide open, and he first smiled, and then he couldn't help but become wet all of a sudden. After today, he could be sure that this was the case that so many worlds have always followed his lover. After so many years, his lover still came in the light.

More expectations and hopes that broke through the ground could not help but grow in his heart.

The system cub was still screaming, [Ahhhh, this rustic love words are written in my heart - I do, I do!]

If the mosaic told it like this, it would probably be so happy!

Kou Qiu: [......What's the use of you willing?]

System: [...... Right.]

This part is not a mosaic or its scene.

It really makes Tong sad.

Yan Zhuo was still looking at his eyes. When Kou Qiu raised his head, he could see many emotions from those deep-sea-like eyes. They slapped the shore like waves, slamming the white foam layer by layer. Kou Qiu looked in and stepped into the sea.

He was falling in continuously.

"Nannan," Yan Zhuo repeated softly, with a focused look on his face, "Will you?"

The little bit of his chest was beating even hotter and faster. Kou Qiu's eyes suddenly turned red, and then he bent his eyebrows and smiled. He pinched the marker hard in his hand, and wrote his name word by word on the position of the chest. He did not write about Yu Jian, nor could he write about Kou Qiu. What he wrote was Nannan.

Yan Zhuo's legs were shaking a little. He licked his lips and whispered: "Nannan..."

At this moment, they all saw something round, with a light-back, so big, falling out of Kou Qiu's eyes quickly.

Yan Zhuo: "???"

Kou Qiu: "???"

What the hell is this?

There happened to be a girl coming up from the steps next to her, as if she was trying to get something. Yan Zhuo was so hunched that he almost subconsciously stretched out his hand and shook hands with the round thing.

The surface is hard and smooth, and when pressed in the palm of your hand, it seems to be warm.

He hid the thing more tightly without hesitation, leaned closer, was silent for a while, then stood up and pulled Kou Qiu.

"go back?"

Kou Qiutou was still confused and subconsciously said: "Okay."

The two returned to the dormitory, but luckily none of their roommates came back. Yan Zhuo locked the door temporarily, and then took out the round thing from his sweaty palm. Under the light, it reflected an extremely delicate white luster, dragging a small, half-moon-shaped afterimage.

Old Cadre Kou: "..."

Yan Zhuo: "..."

No matter from which perspective, it seems like a pearl.

......

Wow.

Kou Qiu subconsciously reached out and touched his eyes, feeling that his views were refreshed again.

Can tears turn into pearls, serious?

Yan Zhuo obviously had doubts about this, and after a long silence, he said, "Nannan, do you want to try again?"

Kou Qiu said: "Okay."

He also wanted to verify it, but now he can't cry at all.

How can I cry?

This is a big problem.

In the system's opinion, this is simply a question for kindergarten children. [If you ask your dad and husband to pinch you, it hurts you and cry, isn't it enough?]

But Yan Zhuo was obviously heartbroken. Looking at the white and soft skin like marshmallow, touching his fingertips, it became light and could not be rubbed lightly. It was more powerful than him to pat the ashes.

It would be strange if you can cry like this. Kou Qiu is now a serious member of the Communist Youth League, not Princess Pea who needs to put on twelve layers of mattresses.

The system has given another solution, [You don’t cry very much, but when you are fed the soup, you always cry.]

To a certain extent, this can almost be regarded as a compliment to Yan Zhuo.

But Old Cadre Kou refused with great force, without hesitation: [How can that be done?!]

The system is a little confused, why can't it work?

It’s an old husband and wife, and it’s not the first time a girl gets into the sedan chair. I’ve seen the sun and rainstorms. If I don’t have a typhoon like this, I’m sorry?

Old Cadre Kou's face was also a little red. He coughed and said seriously: [It just doesn't work.]

The system is waiting for him to give a reason.

After holding it in for a long time, Kou Qiu said: [I am not over 18 years old, which does not conform to the core socialist values...]

system:【......】

OK, OK.

o A few k.

The two of them discussed it and there was no way. In the end, Yan Zhuo decided to use the traffic to find a video online and started playing it for Kou Qiu.

The title is also very eye-catching: Remember history and look forward to the future - on the history of the blood and tears of the Chinese nation since modern times.

Kou Qiu moved the bench and sat in the bathroom to watch. After a while, the tears began to flow downwards - this was really crackling, not exaggerated rhetoric. Yan Zhuo felt distressed when he saw it. He took the basin underneath and continued to wipe the corners of his eyes. "Nannan, don't be sad, ah."

Kou Qiu choked and his voice became louder.

"I thought," he said with tears in his eyes, "when I think so many comrades sacrificed for the beautiful environment in which I live now, I...."

The originally translucent tears fell out and turned into hard and white pearls, and fell into the basin with a bang.

"I understand," Yan Zhuo pressed him into his arms, and the pearls rolled down his chest, but he didn't care about picking it up, and just hugged the person he had been in love for more than ten years, whispering lovingly, "I understand."

Wang Dong at the door pushed the door but couldn't enter the dormitory.

It was locked inside.

"What's the situation?" Li He, who was following him, looked confused and took out his cell phone and wanted to call Yan Zhuo. "Are they both back? Why do they lock the door properly?"

He pressed the button and was about to turn it out, but Wang Dong suddenly stopped him.

"Listen," Wang Dong looked serious, "Listen, what's the sound?"

“…”

Li He also pricked up his ears and listened carefully for a while, and finally realized a strange, ethereal crying sound. The sound seemed to be filled with fog, hazy, not like a human, but more like some unknown instrument being played.

There is an indescribable attraction.

Li Heqing couldn't help but take a step closer until his nose hit the wall. He felt his nose that had been knocked red and said, "Is it someone crying in our dormitory?"

Wang Dong suddenly shivered, and then his eyes changed suddenly.

I'll do it, I'll make a sliver!

Is it so open? Can people cry in the dormitory?

He suddenly reacted, hurriedly pulled Li He back, and said with a dry smile: "I, I remembered it, Yan Zhuo said he would come back to take a shower first. Maybe he accidentally closed the door, let's come back later."

Li He: "...... Brother Dong?"

This is also our sleeping room.

Wang Dong pulled him aside desperately, "Let's go and learn something about it, ask for questions."

Li He pointed out innocently: "But the two college masters in our class are all in our house."

And, "What's going on with this crying? Are you sure you don't go in and take a look?"

Wang Dong thought to himself what else could be done. The dry firewood, Wushan, and the clouds, and the chrysanthemums were all wounded all over the ground. He had watched so many pure little movies and had already touched them in his heart. This was all about love. When crying at this time, it would definitely play a very important role in social harmony.

But this kind of words obviously cannot be said to Li He, a five-tale and four-beautiful young man who knows nothing.

In order to maintain the three views of the roommate, Wang Dong had to say: "... Maybe he is watching a movie."

Li He said: "But you just said you were taking a shower?"

Wang Dong: "..."

No more.

Have to keep it.

He had no choice but to look at Li He with bright eyes and asked, "Have you ever heard of such a story?"

A moment later, Li He, who was standing at the door listening to the story, was successfully scared by the ghost story of "a female ghost crying in the door". Wang Dong won a great victory and immediately dragged his roommate's big light bulb away, "Go away quickly, the next door is full of yang energy, and they dare not come."

At the same time, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

......It's true.

He thought to himself with a grudge that he was gay, why didn’t he know how to clean up the mess?

It was so fucked by the straight steel man who accidentally broke him.
To be continued...