I don't know which word hit her smile. After listening to the uncle's words, Lu Miao covered her mouth and burst out laughing.

The uncle had been educating her very seriously, but when he heard her uncontrollable laughter, he was also laughed at.

Mainly, no matter how he thought about it, he felt that his niece was too absurd.

"How dare you laugh? I really convinced you, are you thinking of yourself as a middle-aged woman or a rebellious girl? Why are you fighting people when you tell the truth? I don't believe what you said, because of their dialect. Isn't it pure bullshit to use indecent words to correct people?"

"Okay, uncle, don't make me laugh, my mouth hurts from laughing."

Lu Miao changed the subject and covered the corners of her mouth with her fingers. After all, she had no image anymore, so she covered it when it hurt.

The uncle thought about it carefully and realized that they didn't play well enough at that time.

"Hey, you're also injured. Did we run too fast just now? That aunt had a scratch on her hand, and she actually blackmailed us 300 yuan for medical expenses. I panicked and hurriedly urged you to give it."

"That's right," Lu Miao echoed him with a smile: "I drive the car back and I'll beat her to spit out the three hundred dollars."

"You can stop and stop." The uncle didn't dare to talk to her, and there was a crazy girl sitting in his car.

To calm her down, he turned on the radio in his car.

The radio is playing a beautiful lyrical music, "Under Mount Fuji" by Eason Chan.

The mellow male voice sang affectionately in Cantonese: "Forgive me no longer sending flowers, the wound should be scarred, and the petals cover the cemetery in my heart before I am afraid. If you don't marry me, we will both be cremated eventually, and we will wait for a day for our whole life. cost."

Lu Miao leaned against the car window and looked at the bright moon in the sky.

He studies aerospace technology, and every time she looks up at the sky, she feels that there is a connection with him.

In Lu Miao's heart, Jiang Haoyue has become a person who shines like the moon and is out of reach.

"I once roamed along the snowy road, why did I cry for a good thing, who can take Mount Fuji private with love."

——Having experienced together and enjoying the beautiful scenery is the best thing, why should we shed tears for those happy past events?

She said to herself in her heart, "Who can own the moon with love."

Although he failed to become the person in Jiang Haoyue's heart, the love itself is not someone who pays more and who can win.

Although he didn't become the person in his heart, Lu Miao still thanked her. Those gloomy days spilled over into her life, looked after her, and gave her the lonely moonlight of strength.

"Who can take the moon privately with love?"

Lu Miao sighed: Well, she is still a little curious... Who is his sweetheart?

What kind of girl should she be to make the little prince on the moon emotional.

Is there really that person? He's been in love with her since school, and then he couldn't be with her.

She cares a little bit, even if it is, that little string of "3344520" is hardly a thing.

But she started to care again.

Those unrealistic fantasies are like weeds, which, after being burnt out by a fire, are reborn in the spring breeze.

"I want to ask him."

The thought came out of nowhere and turned into a deafening heartbeat in his chest.

Lu Miao decided to meet Jiang Haoyue.

It was the beginning of December.

Twenty-six-year-old Lu Miao came to the capital, eight years after the summer of eighteen.

She saw snow for the first time in her life.

The world seemed to be covered with a huge blanket of snow-white wool, and under the light of the street lamps, gleaming silver stars fluttered.

Lu Miao wrapped herself in a fluffy scarf and wrapped herself into a thick ball, only revealing a pair of eyes.

It's pure white everywhere.

Pure white houses, pure white trees, pure white lakes, pure white long streets.

Jiang Haoyue stood at the end of the road.

Just like the first time saw her, she had never known each other. She wore a yellow skirt and braided horns, and her smile was as bright as a spring flower.

The little boy had a pair of foggy gray eyes, as lonely as a distant mountain; when he only looked at her, he pretended to be a gentle world.

The sky was snowing heavily, the moon was flowing in the sky, and a thousand sheep were scattered into stars.

The little boy waved vigorously at the little girl and raised his smiling face.

This time, they saw each other at a glance across the surging crowd.