"I can't pretend to be happy."

Qiao Heiwa didn't mind telling her wish, and a look of longing was involuntarily revealed on her face: "When I was in elementary school, I thought about doing two things. The first is to become a world-famous businessman in Huitong's world, and the second is to find someone I like and have a long-lasting love."

Ye Lingtian and Fu Wenhao looked at each other and praised him. Compared to Qiao Heiwa with dreams, the two were more pragmatic and mature, but they had to admit that the fat man's dream could touch the strings in their hearts. When they saw Qiao Heiwa's expression, both of them remembered themselves many years ago.

Working hard and struggling in the bloody reality, one general has achieved success and has been undone, but it does not mean that they have no innocence deep in their hearts. They are all young people around twenty years old, and they are young and frivolous and happy times. Unfortunately, their status and identity determine that they cannot pursue their brilliant youth like ordinary youth.

"I fell in love with Ah Hua, who was in the second grade."

Seeing the two of them listening quietly to themselves, Qiao Heiwa became interested: "That's a good girl who poured me half a cup of soy milk in the morning, broke a meat bun in half, and divided me one portion. Unfortunately, she suddenly transferred to school later, which made me depressed for half a semester."

Qiao Heiwa's memory instantly brought back to that innocent era. The simple but brilliant smile appeared in her mind, as well as the ponytail carefully tied by the little girl, and the butterfly at the earlobe when she tied her ponytail. Perhaps it is not as love or desire.

But Qiao Heiwa remembered it with endless tenderness and a heartbreaking beauty.

Ye Lingtian held the exquisite goblet, as if surprised that Qiao Heiwa had a story. Half a cup of soy milk and meat buns were nothing to others, but the fat man who always wanted to eat was a kind-hearted person, and then he understood why he insisted on a pure love.

Fu Wenhao said, "Then don't you go and look for Ah Hua?"

Qiao Heiwa exhaled a long breath and shook her head with a wry smile: "I have not only blurred the appearance of others when times pass, but I can't even remember her name. Of course, I can use the power of the Qiao family to find her, but I am afraid that the girl I find will no longer be the one in my heart."

"Instead of the brutally shattered fantasy in front of me, it's better to let her live in my memory."

Fu Wenhao also understood that Qiao Heiwa is a literary youth. If he or Ye Lingtian had to dodge a flower, he would definitely be able to find out whether it was ugly, beautiful, fat or thin. He could clearly understand it. He liked it and forgot it, and used the courage that ordinary people could not face it to make up for this regret in life.

But he had to admit that this regret was beautiful.

"I won't talk about Ah Hua anymore, let's continue to tell me what I want to say."

Ye Lingtian sipped the red wine in the glass in two sips, then thought of a question: "You don't know the background or even the appearance of the other party. How do you meet tomorrow? Could it be that a red rose in a pocket, and a black leather bag in a black bag, just like the encounter between spies from all parties on an old beach?"
Chapter completed!