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The literary performance that night had no profound impact on Fugui. Although there were two well-known actors, they might not be used to the climate here, and they were not as good as the legendary singing.

After the performance, Fugui lined up and was about to return to the dormitory when he saw Meng Hui and Yang Jing standing quietly at the door. Seeing Fugui, Yang Jing waved at him. Jin Hui blinked at him, grimaced and said, "It seems that he is waiting for you, go."

Fugui walked up to them and asked in confusion: "You are looking for me?"

Yang Jing smiled slightly and waited until his comrades left before he said, "We are leaving tomorrow. Let's say goodbye to you. To be honest, I'm very happy to know you."

Fugui couldn't guess what she meant, so he said "Oh" and said as an answer.

Yang Jing glanced at him: "What are you nervous? We came here to say goodbye to you. And Xiaohui wanted to say sorry to you. When I came yesterday, I really didn't know that an inadvertent sentence would anger you. But, you have too strong personality, right?"

Fugui scratched his scalp and looked at Meng Hui with embarrassment and said, "Oh, nothing. Actually, I was wrong yesterday. I'm sorry. I'm about to blow out the lights. If nothing happens, I'll leave."

Meng Hui stretched out her hand and said, "Goodbye."

Fugui smiled embarrassedly and said, "It's better not to shake hands anymore. I'm not used to it. Goodbye."

As soon as I walked a few steps, Yang Jing behind me called him: "Oh, wait a moment."

Fugui turned around, Yang Jing stood there quietly with a smile, with admiration on his face, and said with thumbs up: "You have trained us in the afternoon. Your marksmanship is so good!"

When he returned to the dormitory, Jin Hui and the others were still waiting for him. When they saw him entering the door, Xiao Yu stared at him with a look of a prisoner-inspection: "Fugui, honestly, what did those two girls say to you?"

Fugui glared at him: "What are you talking nonsense? You're about to blow out the lights, why don't you go back and rest?"

Yang Aiguo looked at the watch: "There are ten minutes left to turn off the lights. Don't talk nonsense. If you don't tell us, can I fall asleep? Tell me quickly, what did you say?"

Liu Long leaned over and said, "That's right, I must be honest. You said that since they came, I have served tea and water. Why is this a favor? But those nurses didn't have eyes, you made them so confused. There were only a few beautiful people around you. They still wanted to express their emotions when they left. Is there any reason for nature? I'm almost unjustly dead."

Fugui poured some water and said while washing his face: "Do you remember how Liming described you? He said: Look at your image, you look crooked and cracked, and a whole group of products with inappropriate eyes and nose matching. I didn't believe it at first, but now I finally believe it."

Yang Aiguo stood up and stared at him: "That boy is so bad, why have you learned it? Is there anyone in your team able to speak? What a bird that comes out of a nest."

Jin Hui looked at him unhappily, pointed to the door and said, "What do you mean? Why did you bring it all? You all go out for me."

After they left, Fugui lay on the bed without any sleepiness.

He silently looked at the cold night outside the window, and the silver light overflowed the bright jade plate. The distant and clear sky was shrouded in the cold night as cold as water.

Stars dotted with fireworks on black velvet, blooming in the dark night sky.

On every night when the moon rises, facing the bright moon, I always think of the swallow's beautiful face. The familiar smile makes him ignite endless love, and I can't bear to see the sadness of longing written on his face with light flowers. Under the hazy moonlight, he can still remember the cold moon that he once had. The swallow snuggled in his arms, the reluctance and happiness revealed by his clear eyes, and on his fair face, the two lines of clear tears fell drop by drop on the full moon night, causing the heart to ripples...

Leaving the evening breeze, in the cold moonlight, he seemed to be able to see delicate women gradually approaching from the cold moonlight, as if they had walked from the eternal ancient times to the present... Although the time of gathering was short, the footprints reflected by the moonlight were vivid in my mind. Although fate destined him and the swallows to withstand such separation, they had been standing under the same moon and looking towards each other. At the night when the moon rose, they would embrace each other with thoughts and feel with concern, so as not to let the cold night make each other's hearts feel cold.
Chapter completed!