Jiang Haoyue didn't answer.

After a long time, he opened his palm to her, and she put her hand into his.

"Yes, in a few months, we will be separated."

His confirmation made Lu Miao feel empty in her heart, as if her mouth was broken and the wind leaked, she felt so cold.

-Is she the only one feeling sick?

——Did Jiang Haoyue ever worry about the moment when she was separated from herself?

She thought and thought, but in the end she didn't ask.

The hands of the two people were held together, and both of their hands were ice.

But he held her tightly.

"Jiang Haoyue, do you have a dream?"

Her nose was red.

The clear eyes were filled with a puddle of water, and the surface of the water had a beautiful and fragile color like glass.

Jiang Haoyue didn't know how to comfort her, so many words were choked in her throat, and she was afraid to say too much, but instead made her cry.

He shook his head at her.

"Don't you have a dream? I thought you had..."

Lu Miao bit her lip and smiled at him pretending to be relaxed.

"Then I seem to feel better. Because I have been looking for a long time, but I have not found my dream, and I don't know what I am good at."

She peeled off the shell of the former glory of Wu Yaowei, and her voice was hoarse.

"I want to be as good as you, and stand on the podium to show you. I'm so angry, after so many years, I'm still the one standing under the podium."

The little girl sniffed, holding back her tears.

She had something to say, and he listened to her quietly.

"However, if a dream equals something I want to do... I have something I want to do."

Jiang Haoyue seemed to feel something.

He didn't dare to look up, he held her hand and waited for her words to settle in his heart.

A dull pain in the chest.

Lu Miao said, "I want to go to the same place with you."

"You go there to study, and I go there too."

Chapter 49 Meat Bun

As soon as Jiang Haoyue's college entrance examination time is approaching, Lu Miao slips out of the cram school more and more frequently.

It doesn't work to ask the teacher for leave all the time, most of the time she sneaks out.

The evening self-study in senior three usually lasts until ten o'clock in the evening. At this time, the cram school where Lu Miao is boarding is also about to turn off the lights, and the teacher is more relaxed.

Many boys took advantage of this time to go to the Internet cafe to surf the Internet, and Lu Miao followed them to climb the wall.

As for the reason why she frequently went to see Jiang Haoyue...it's kind of funny to say.

The meat buns from the boarding school are very delicious, with thin skin and thick meat, and rich soup. Every few weeks, the cafeteria will do it regularly. After paying for the food, there was no limit to how much food he could eat, so Lu Miao would always steal two buns and bring them to Jiang Haoyue to eat.

In fact, Jiang Haoyue, like her, ate in the cafeteria.

From Monday to Friday, he almost lived in the school, all meals for breakfast, lunch and dinner were served in the school cafeteria, and he walked home after the end of the evening self-study.

Other senior high school students, like the giant pandas in the zoo, are picked up and dropped off by their parents throughout the day, and their diets pay attention to a balanced diet. As for Jiang Haoyue and Lu Miao, he didn't ask him to eat meat and vegetables every day. She was already very pleased that he could eat on time and three meals a day.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect or the fact, but every weekend when saw Jiang Haoyue, Lu Miao felt that his face became thinner again.

As the saying goes, eat what you eat. So Lu Miao came to the conclusion that Jiang Haoyue was thin and should eat more meat.

This was the main reason why she couldn't help stealing the meat buns in the cafeteria.

After climbing the wall a few times, Lu Miao climbed faster than the group of boys. She had just stepped on the edge of the wall and was about to jump as soon as her hand was on the guardrail.

"Tsk tsk, in terms of skill, we still have to count our sister Miao!" The boy applauded her.

"Sister Miao, where are you going to play tonight?" They greeted her.

Lu Miao concentrated on protecting the buns in his arms, ignoring them.

In the eyes of boys, Sister Miao, who is in such a society, who frequently escapes cram school at night, should have done a great job. If she told them honestly that she had worked so hard to deliver the buns, everyone would have broken their glasses and laughed.

"Let's go." She waved to them dashingly and jumped out of the wall.

With a perfect landing, she jumped onto the grass outside, her voice neat and soft.

"Sister Miao is mighty!" the boy behind him shouted.

"Brother Meng is mighty!" They shouted after she climbed over the wall.

A nickname is something that, once someone starts, he calls you, and the call is quite interesting, and it spreads slowly.

Since the last time Shi Che came to the tutoring institution to play with her, the name "Lu Meng" followed her outside the school.

However, Lu Meng was the only one who could call her, and everyone else had to use her honorific title.

Lu Miao scolded Shi Che a few words in his heart, and raced towards home every second.

She had to rush Jiang Haoyue home and stuff him with her stolen meat buns. In case she was late, Jiang Haoyue had already arrived home, and when she went back to their building, she might bump into someone who knew her...or worst, bump into her mother.

Glancing at her watch, the time was just right, and she was waiting for him at the entrance of the alley he had to go home.

This time, Lu Miao waited for a long time.

The meat buns she hid in her arms were originally hot, but got cold after waiting.

Jiang Haoyue didn't go home before she came. She even dared to go downstairs to their house, and the lights in his house were dim.

Going back later might wake up the girls in the same dormitory. Lu Miao was both anxious and worried about Jiang Haoyue.

His eyes were fixed on the empty alley, and there was almost a hole there.

Every time she heard a human voice, every time she ran over happily, it was not him.