The previous materials were text materials. This time he was the first time he saw Mo Xiaojun's photo.

What makes him feel a little strange is that this man who looks a few years younger than him is familiar. Not only is it familiar, but also a bit of kindness. In other words, this boy is good, but he has seen handsome appearance and handsome.

There are also many men, but rarely have such a strong sense of intimacy, as if I have seen it.

Xia Youxin concentrated on helping him with his back. He didn't look at his computer at a glance. She shouldn't see it. She was very scored.

"Do you see that this person is Mo Xiaojun?" He suddenly asked her, she looked up to the screen, a photo of Mo Xiaojun who was magnified, was taken by him when he was in college.

Just glanced, her eyes were red.

Since his death, she dared not see his photos at all. She was afraid she would not be able to restrain her emotions.

"Yes." She pressed the choking in her throat, pretending to be in an indifferent return.

If Ye Qianmo usually choked when Ye Qianmo heard her mention other men's names, he would be angry. At this moment, he was still immersed in that strange emotion, but he did not pay attention to her reaction.

Mo Xiaojun's schooling experience is written on the information, and the only work experience.

"His junior high school studied at Pine Tree Middle School?" Ye Qianmo asked again.

"Well." Xia Youxin replied softly, and unconsciously remembered Mo Xiaojun in middle school.

When I went to a better school. At that time, the two people went to school every day. He asked her to walk ahead, saying that if there was danger, he could see it behind her. Thinking of what he had at the time, Xia Youxin's tears rolled down.

Can't accept it.

"His high school is the second middle school of Linjiang City?" Obviously, he wrote it. He still doubts.

Xia Youxin didn't know whether he deliberately stimulated her memories or what he wanted, but she still said honestly: "Yes."

"The university is the School of Urban Construction of Linjiang City." He murmured to himself. It seemed that he was no longer asking her, but was thinking that he had never been to these places.

He is working in the design planning institute, and he should have no chance to meet him.

"Except for this, have he worked part -time?" Ye Qianmo asked again.

"No ... no ..." Her voice choked.

Ye Qianmo's memory is very strong. It cannot be said that it is absolutely too much to forget, but like this person impressed him so deeply, he would definitely remember when he saw it. Why not remember, and it seems to have never seen it?

"Woo ... wow ... wow ..." Xia Youxin, who had no sound for a long time, suddenly couldn't help it anymore. The fist took away from him, and the whole person squatted helplessly.

All of the past and Mo Xiaojun, and the scene of his tragic death, appeared in front of her.

Ye Qianmo frowned, turned back silently, watching the villain crying on the ground, and reaching out to touch her hair to soothe. Then he thought she was so sad, for another person, his

Hands are stiff again in the air.

"What is this?" He asked a little coldly.

"I'm sorry, oh, I can't restrain it, I'm sorry. Little Jun, I am so good to me. From small to big, I think about me for me, you don’t know ... wow ... wow, I don’t know. He is long.

How good, but who can think of his death is so miserable, his face is blurred. The scorched face, the face is blurred ... oh ... I dare not think, I dare not ... "Xia Youxin said

While burning your head deeper into your knees.

She don't want to remember those, she wants to delete that memory. Don't think about it, don't blame Xiaojun's perfect handsome face.
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