Chapter 3177

How many times, in a dream, he called my name like this.

Just like when I was a child, I ran in front of me, and he followed me angrily, shouting my name angrily;

just like after school in primary school, he was at the door, opening his arms to meet me, and gently calling my name;

just like in high school, I hung up for exams, I took the test paper home, and my hands together begged him for a fake signature, he hated iron but not steel and said my name;

just like countless One night, he sneaked into my room and caressed my sleeping face. I secretly opened my eyes and heard him whisper my name.

Xia Chun

Xia Chun

That voice, once in my mind, turned over the river, set off the strong wind and waves.

I have also spent countless hard nights, thinking about it in my ear, just like a silver needle pierced the eardrum, making me ache.

I have warned myself that I should not shed tears in any case, but when I heard his gentle words, my eyes began to ache.

I lowered my head awkwardly. Taking advantage of the night, I quietly dropped my tears into the cement floor under my feet and pinched the palm of my hand to make my voice sound calmer.

"Well..."

"Xia Chun..."

"Well."

"Xia Chun..."

Maybe he didn't call it for a long time. He kept reading it. It sounded restrained.

I clenched my teeth and smiled reluctantly, "brother, I hear you! How many times do you want to call me

I didn't dare to look up, so I couldn't see what was on his face.

Just listen to his low voice line, ring again: "you stand still."

When the voice fell, I heard him step forward and come towards me.

I fell back unconsciously until I leaned back against the wall, and there was no way to go back; until a pair of long legs came into my eyes, I squeezed my fist, and my blood flowed upstream, and my back was tense instantly.

"Look up, let me have a good look at you."

"Brother, I'm tired and want to have a rest earlier..."

"Xia Chun..."

"Tomorrow is your wedding. Don't you have to rest early?"

"Xia Chun."

He suddenly reached out and hugged me.

He said, "Xia Chun, there is a saying that I want to say to you. It's eight years late. I don't know if you want to hear it."

It seemed to me that Dong Yu was eight years old. He stood in front of me and waved to me with a smile. He said mysteriously, "Xia Chun, come here! I have a whisper, I can only tell you! "

I approached curiously, tiptoed, and lay on his shoulder.

He covered my ears, and his warm lips brushed my ears. When he whispered, he raised a beautiful arc around his mouth, which was pure and lovely.

"My favorite sister!"

I came back to my senses, hooked my lips, and, like when I was a child, stood on tiptoe, gently supported his shoulders, and closed my ears to his thin lips.

Dongyu covers my ears, "Yin Xiachun, I love you."

As soon as my eyes shook, Dongyu's mature and immature words were caught together and echoed in my ears.

I turned to look at him, with tears in my eyes, and suddenly smiled. Looking at him, I tried to smile, but my eyes became more and more sour, as if I could not see anything at once.

When I was young, I should be happy to hear that!

Holding his shoulder, it's sweet, it's smiling contentedly.

But now, I am not a girl who is not familiar with the world.