Zhu Ziyue frowned slightly, but he knew very well that the person in front of him was not his younger brother or the one he knew.

He looked at the sky, and it was dawn in another one or two hours. He was going to pick up Zebei in the suburbs of Beijing, and there was still some time left for a wealth of time.

I immediately asked as the boy said, "Have we ever seen it?"

Ye Zhen nodded quickly to him.

He took out a ragged purse from his arms and raised Zhu Ziyue's eyes.

The light in the other person's eyes showed up again, "This is what you gave it to me."

Zhu Ziyue took the purse from his hand.

I don’t remember anyone who gave him a purse. Giving purse should be a woman giving it to her lover or a lover.

How could he, a big man, give a teenager's purse?

Zhu Ziyue couldn't remember it, and his face was still confused.

Ye Zhen couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when she saw this, but the light in her eyes remained.

He said softly: "The peaches are beautiful, the flowers are bright, the peaches are beautiful, and the leaves are lush."

Hearing these poems, Zhu Ziyue couldn't help but exert force while holding the purse.

The confusion on his face disappeared, and the suspicion in his eyes appeared again.

He wanted to show fierce eyes to the boy to scare him. He could not do anything when facing his face that was very similar to his younger brother.

Ye Zhen was very sensitive, and the difference was that of Zhu Ziyue's attitude. He pursed his lips and stopped talking.

He even reached out and tried to grab the worn purse in Zhu Ziyue's hand.

When Zhu Ziyue noticed his movements, he tried hard on his hand, so that the boy could not grab his purse.

The purse was old after all, and the fabric was not good. Both of them were trying hard. With just a tearing sound, the purse was pulled in half by the two.

Seeing this, Ye Zhen's eyes turned red in an instant.

He stared at Zhu Ziyue with grievance and complaint, and his accusing eyes seemed to pull Zhu Ziyue back a long time ago.

At that time, he bullied his younger brother, and the other party was also staring at him with aggrieved eyes.

Whenever he faces his younger brother's gaze, he can't help but surrender.

At this time, Zhu Ziyue also subconsciously thanked: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Why don't I pay you a new one? This is already very old, and even if it's not broken, it won't be used."

When Ye Zhen heard what he said, the water light in her eyes was about to overflow, and Zhu Ziyue was at a loss.

The boy took the half-baked purse from him and said in a very low mood: "No need."

He held the lantern in his hand, pinched the broken purse in his hand, and turned around and left.

The other party no longer remembers him.

A person who was so beautiful at the time is still beautiful now, and his voice is still very gentle. He wants to be more fierce to him, but he is unconsciously gentle when he looks at him.

Zhu Ziyue looked at the boy's departure back and quickly chased after him, and grabbed his arm again.

"Where do you live in? How can I find you?"

Looking at the other party's departure back, Zhu Ziyue felt that he needed to know something.

Ye Zhen looked at Zhu Ziyue with an expressionless face, and the light in her eyes had disappeared.

He easily broke free from Zhu Ziyue's hand and quickly took two steps back.

But he felt so aggrieved in his heart, how could he forget him?

He has always remembered this person for five years.

But the other party forgot him, and he even reminded the other party, but the person didn't remember it at all.

Thinking of this, Ye Zhen pursed her lips and felt aggrieved again.

He doesn't want to pay attention to this person anymore.

He decided to hate this person in the future.

Ye Zhen turned around and left quickly, his steps were very fast.

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