But the crowds that were once crowded with people were no longer there, the laughter and joy of the past were no longer there, and the sweat shed in the ignorant period of youth was no longer there.

He left, and she buried herself deeply.

Can't go back.

There are a row of maple trees planted on the street at the entrance of Jiu Middle School.

The asphalt pavement is scattered with complex leaves, with different shapes.

Ni Huan parked the car, put on sunglasses and a baseball cap and got out of the car. She bent down and picked up a piece.

The maple leaves in this season gradually turn yellow, but compared with the golden scenery on the street when the autumn wind sways south, the autumn scenery is still much inferior.

The small shop was still there, Ni Huan pushed the door and walked in, looking for milk on the shelves.

It's funny that she likes to drink Wangzai milk. Xu Ying always laughs at her like a child who has not grown up for this.

At the checkout, she stood in front of the cashier, and there was an old man in front of him holding a little boy.

Ni Huan looked at his back with a familiar look, but she didn't think much about it. It was not until the old man turned around that she was completely frozen.

"Miss Ni Huan?"

The old man was wearing glasses and white hair appeared on his temples, and he didn't dare to recognize him at first.

Shangxia glanced at you for a few more times before saying in surprise: "It's really you, don't you remember me? I'm Lao Li. I picked you up and dropped you off to school..."

Ni Huan's emotions instantly collapsed in a corner.

Her eyelashes trembled, her voice was a little flustered, mixed with astringent meaning, "Sorry, you recognized the wrong person."

After saying that, he put down his selected things and left without looking back.

?         ?Xiao Song: Huanhuan’s past... is very complicated...

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Chapter completed!