As if he noticed her gaze, the boy raised his head. It was Lu Jiayuan, smiling slightly at her. Behind him were large tracts of maple leaves, like fire.
Seeing that she was holding a textbook in her hand, he smiled gently: "Your name is Jian Anning, right? There are a few things I don't understand very well. Let's read together."
She hesitated while holding the textbook, and finally nodded.
Scanning the books in his hand, she suddenly found a book that she had been looking for for a long time and picked it up in surprise: "Where did you find this?"
Unexpectedly, what he met was a pair of smiling eyes.
"I thought you couldn't speak." Lu Jiayuan smiled gently and said sincerely, "Actually, your voice is very nice."
At this time, the wind happened to blow up, and the fallen leaves were flying in all directions like elves among the flowers. A few fell on his cheeks, overflowing with a quiet and gentle brilliance.
Jian Anning frowned, but ignored his words.
After that time, the two became close friends. Later in the semester, the professor assigned homework to the students and asked several students to form groups to discuss. Lu Jiayuan turned to her and said, "Let's do it together!" Although his expression was smiling, his tone was not.
Very determined, as if he was born this way.
After the discussion group was formed, the two met for a longer time. Jian Anning gradually learned that Lu Jiayuan was born in the United States. After a few years old, he returned to China with his divorced mother. It was not until later in school that he was admitted to the University of Toronto and studied
She majored in art and was one year older than her.
After frequent contact, she found that Lu Jiayuan had clear ideas and read a lot of books. When discussing with him, she would occasionally make different discoveries. He was as gentle and gentle as ever.
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During the Christmas and New Year holidays that year, the Cheng family, including her stepfather, mother, brother and sister, all went to New York for the holidays. She was left alone in Toronto because she was "afraid of delaying her studies."
Seeing that she was being left behind, Zhao Ziyin simply took her to attend the New Year's dance of their college.
As for Zhao Ziyin, after entering the venue, she was quickly invited to dance. She smiled and said it was okay, and then sat alone in the corner of the ballroom, quietly looking at the men and women in front of her.
At that time, she was still a little immersed in the situation where her father and grandparents had passed away and she was living under the roof of others. She looked at the men and women spinning gracefully at the dance. Moreover, this was an art college that she was not familiar with and no one she knew. The music was cheerful and full of content.
The room was full of smiling men and women, and she was huddled in the corner alone. The feeling of complete confusion and loneliness swept through her mind even more.
The more prosperous and lively it is, the more intense the feeling of loneliness becomes!
At this moment, a slender white hand gently stretched out. She raised her head and saw a pair of spring-like faces with a slight smile.
"This beautiful lady, can I ask you to dance?"
For a long time, she could not forget that smile. He was wearing a beautiful red riding suit, and his eyes were very warm, as if the harsh winter in Toronto was gone and spring had arrived early.
As if she was bewitched, she couldn't help but put her hand in Lu Jiayuan's.