Wen Qingzhu, like Yuehua and yurulan, is so elegant and noble that every move shows incomparable demeanor and momentum.

He is just like the wind in spring, blowing into everyone's heart, let people clean up all the dirt in the heart.

This man is so outstanding that many people who are used to seeing beautiful women and handsome men can't help looking at him.

"Who is this classmate? Why haven't you seen or heard of it before? "

"That's right. Such an excellent person has long been famous in the school, but I haven't heard of him."

"Will it be more low-key on weekdays?"

"No matter how low-key it is, it will be famous. In class, it will always be known."

"Could it be that they came to our school to choose actors?"

"Even if you choose actors, you have to wait until after the beginning of school?"

"This man is really excellent. He is as elegant as the one in the painting. I finally understand what it's like to say a word in the book that is as bright as jade and gentle as painting."

"This man is very strong, but his momentum is introverted and quiet, which is not what ordinary people can achieve. If he doesn't show off, he will stand there and become the leading role."

……

Everyone talked about it, especially the women, whose eyes were so bright that they couldn't move away.

"He's looking at me, looking at me..."

"Shh, he looks like he's looking for someone. His eyes just sweep around."

……

No matter what kind of sound around, Mo Qiuxi can eat quietly and read quietly.

She is eating while studying. For such a long time, she is used to such a full life of learning.

At first, she thought about Wen Qingzhu, but now she has learned to forget, not to think.

She didn't know that Wen Qingzhu had come.

In fact, as long as you have the heart, you will find it.

When Wen Qingzhu saw Qiu Xi, his heart trembled, and he couldn't move his sight any more.

His eyes almost did not blink, for fear that it was an illusion.

And his heart was shaking, and he was very timid.

The person he yearns for and misses is right in front of him, but his feet seem to be filled with lead, but he can't move.

He looked at it like this, deeply, with a crazy light in his eyes. It was the light of a man looking at his beloved woman.

Wen Qingzhu's throat was also blocked, and he couldn't make a sound.

Qiu Xi, Qiu Xi

He called the two words countless times, but he couldn't call them out at this time.

He was afraid that Qiu Xi would not forgive him, and he was afraid that she would say something indifferent.

What to do? What should he do?

But just looking at it like this, he was not satisfied. He thought about it for so long, missed it for so long, and really wanted to hold her in his arms, hold her tightly, even love her, love her hard.

This kind of feeling is too strong. Wen Qingzhu's heart is beating, like beating a drum.

"He's looking at the girl."

"How do I feel? It's like he's going to cry."

"Clearly so good-looking, back is so sad, let me see, can't help but want to go up to comfort a few words."

"Isn't it a lover, a boyfriend?"

"If I had such a gentle, noble and perfect boyfriend, I would be reluctant to break up and hurt."

"That female classmate is also very beautiful. They are quite a match."

Mo Qiuxi learned how to dress up and make-up during the period before the beginning of school. Her temperament also changed a lot. Naturally, she was very beautiful.

But no matter how she changes, Wen Qingzhu can still recognize it at a glance.