Chapter 566 See you a thousand miles away, Ming Yu cried (one or two more)

Chapter 566 See you a thousand miles away, Ming Yu cried (one or two more)

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, Wan Xiutong and Liu Bowen couldn't wait to rush out to read the list.

At this time, the two of them were mixing in the crowd, listening to everyone discussing this mathematics test paper.

"Difficult! Too difficult!"

"The last three major questions are all beyond the outline, so it's a blessing to be able to pass?"

"It is said that 80% of the score is below 70, and there are only two people who score above 130. Among them, Jiang Fuyue has a full score! Can she be all right if you give her the problem of the century?"

"Don't say it, it's really possible."

"Who wrote the math test paper this time? It's too ruthless."

"..."

Wan Xiutong asked Liu Bowen, "How many exams did you take?"

The latter's face darkened: "...It's very bad, so don't say it?"

"How much is it? I'll say mine first, ahem... 63 points."

Liu Bowen: "Oh, then I'm still taller than you."

"How tall?"

"fifty points."

Wan Xiutong: "..." I suspect you are engaging in "Fan Xue"!

"It is said that this time the question was asked for foreign aid, and it seems to have a good background."

"Isn't it from our school teacher? No wonder it's so..."

"When will the test papers be issued? Hehe, I want to borrow the full score test paper from Luna."

"I also!"

"And I!"

"Queue up, count down one by one, I'm 4."

"5."

"6."

"..."

At that time, the principal's office.

"Professor Ming, this is Jiang Fuyue's math test paper, take a look."

The man was sitting in a wheelchair, with a thin face and a pale complexion that never saw the sun, but his back was tall and straight, and his shoulders were straight.

He took the test paper handed over by the principal, his blue-gray pupils moved slightly, and his eyes fell on the paper with no focus.

Zhong Hao handed over his glasses at the right time: "Professor..."

After wearing it, the familiar handwriting came into view, and Ming Yu greedily and lingered over each number on it.

It's really her!

If you just look at the handwriting, there may be a coincidence. After all, the words are similar, but the logic and thinking of the last three major topics are unique and difficult to reproduce.

Only her!

Ming Yu's hand holding the test paper began to tremble uncontrollably.

From the principal's point of view, you can see his jaw line suddenly tightening, and the originally peaceful aura is also surging in an instant.

"Professor Ming..."

"Principal Hu, I want to meet... this classmate."

The principal was stunned.

"is it okay?"

"Yes, of course!"

...

The third grade of high school.

"Jiang Jiang, you are the first again this time. It's amazing! The math exam is so difficult, and everyone didn't do well in the exam. You still got full marks. How did you pass the exam?"

Wan Xiutong rested her chin with one hand, staring at Jiang Fuyue obsessively, with small stars in her eyes.

Jiang Fuyue pointed to her head and moved her hands again: "Rely here, and here."

Head and hands.

Wan Xiutong: "I have it too, why don't you use it?"

"Pfft—" Liu Bowen couldn't help laughing, "Maybe the factory configuration is different?"

Lin Qiao turned around and glared at him: "If you don't know how to speak, don't say it, it's ugly."

Liu Bowen: "?"

Wan Xiutong smiled sweetly at Lin Qiao, and Lin Qiao winked at her.

Girls' friendship is so indestructible.

"Sister Yue, Teacher Xu asked you to go to the office." A boy tugged at the door frame and probed his head.

"Okay." Jiang Fuyue got up and left the classroom.

When he saw Xu Jing, the latter said, "I'm not looking for you, it's the principal. I'm not sure about the specifics. You'll know when you go. Do you want me to come with you?"

"No, I can do it myself."

Ten minutes later, outside the principal's office, knock knock --

"Please come in."

Jiang Fuyue pushed open the door and entered, and the first thing she saw was not the old principal, but the back of the wheelchair.

Hearing the sound, the other party didn't turn his head, so he couldn't see his face.

But Jiang Fuyue felt inexplicably familiar.

She walked quietly to the principal's desk, "Are you looking for me?"

"Ah? Yes. This monthly math exam is not too difficult, but you still got full marks..."

Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows.

Called her because she got full marks in the test?

"Actually, I want to see you." The man in the wheelchair suddenly said.

Jiang Fuyue turned back, only to see his appearance, and the next second, her pupils shrank, her eyes showing shock.

Ming Yu?

How is he here? !

And...what's with the wheelchair? Seems to be a problem with your eyes?

"Principal," Ming Yu had already obtained the answer he wanted from the girl's expression. He raised his eyes and looked at Hu Yongwei through the lens, "Can I talk to ... classmate Jiang alone?"

The principal was stunned.

Zhong Hao couldn't help but be surprised.

Hu Yongwei didn't answer immediately, but turned his inquiring eyes to Jiang Fuyue.

He fully respects the opinions of students.

If Jiang Fuyue didn't want to, he would directly reject Ming Yu.

But in fact, Jiang Fuyue nodded slightly and agreed.

The old principal and Zhong Hao left in tandem, leaving space for the two of them.

In the quiet interior, the wall clock ticks.

Their eyes met, and no one spoke.

After an unknown amount of time, the man was the first to break the silence—

"I know it's you, Mingyue." The firm tone, the firm gaze, suppressed ecstasy in calm.

He said, "I've confirmed it, there's nothing wrong. Although your appearance has changed, your body has changed, and even... your age has changed, but I know that you are back."

The blue-gray pupils seemed to be refocused under the refraction of tears.

The girl in front of him was his only focus.

What the eyes want, what the heart thinks, what the soul holds, and what life is about.

He stretched out his trembling hand, showing hope in his eyes, looking forward to regaining her closeness and feeling her normal body temperature at the moment.

Jiang Fuyue didn't move, she looked at him with clear eyes, her emotions were indescribable.

Ming Yu kept the gesture of reaching out, but stubbornly refused to withdraw.

The two seemed to be in a stalemate.

One wants to go, one doesn't.

finally--

A sigh escaped from his lips, and Jiang Fuyue stepped forward and gently held his hand: "Why are you doing this?"

The next second, he was held back by him: "You admit it?"

Jiang Fuyue hooked her lips: "Didn't you swear that you have confirmed it? What does it matter if I admit it or not?"

"Of course there is! I confirm, it's my attitude; you admit it, it's your attitude."

It's about whether you want to recognize me or not.

"You..." Jiang Fuyue looked puzzled, "It doesn't seem surprising at all?"

A person who has been dead for 20 years, standing in front of him now, would be surprised and terrified by normal people, right?

He was unexpectedly calm.

Ming Yu can only say: "It was an accident."

But in the process of verification, the accident gradually calmed down, and excitement replaced it.

She is still alive - this idea is like a belief that supports him to travel thousands of miles from the northwest to Laihuai.

For a moment, Ming Yu thought about retreating.

If Laihuai finds out that it's not her, and everything is wrong in her own judgment, what should I do?

God gave him hope, if the trip to Linhuai took it away mercilessly, then Ming Yu would rather never come!

After repeated entanglement and suffering, in the end, he still came.

Fortunately, God treats him well.

At the moment when the girl pushed the door and came in, Ming Yu's half-hanging heart gently fell to the ground——

is her!

"You're alive, better than anything else."

Jiang Fuyue was stunned for a while.

Ye Qianji, Niu Chunhua, Ling Qingzhou and Yi Hansheng all said the same thing.

They don't ask how she survived, they're just ecstatic and grateful that she's alive.

"Ayu, these years... how are you?"

Tears welled up in the man's eyes again, and the blue-gray pupils were washed clear to the bottom, but the color was still dim.

He said, "Mingyue, I'm not good, I'm not good at all."

The next second, the man let go of her hand, wrapped his arms around the girl's slender waist instead, and pressed his side face against her abdomen, like a child who had been lost for too long and finally found his way.

After a while, the moist touch fainted silently.

Jiang Fuyue was stunned.

He cried?

"Ayu..."

"I'm sorry, I didn't protect you back then."

If he had enough ability to resist the family, if he hadn't left the imperial capital, would he be able to keep her safe and sound?

For twenty years, he has not for a moment blamed himself and regretted it.

It is said that time is like a good medicine and will eventually cure regret.

But why to him, time is ruthless like a potent potion, not only can't heal the wound, but also makes the wound fester and inflame day by day, the wound is getting bigger and bigger...

Ming Yu even thought countless times: If she can't come back, then I can choose to accompany her, right?

"Fortunately, you're back..." He tightened his arms, as if encircling the most precious thing in his life.

One or two more, three thousand words.

The big boss Mingyu recognized each other, woohoo...

Twelve o'clock and more.