Story:
Holding the antique mirror box and this silk, He Yiyao didn't know how to get out of the speechless antique shop, except that when she recovered, she had been sent to the university campus by her parents. The freshman reception desk was full of people, and she felt that she was standing in another space.
Oh! I'm sorry! "Confused, she was hit and fell to the ground. She held the ancient mirror in despair, but the silk in her hand fell to the ground. One hand picked up the silk for her. These hands have obvious joints.
Her heart suddenly clenched so tightly that she didn't even have the strength to stand up. She looked up and saw a familiar face in the bright sunshine. There is no ancient mirror this time. His appearance is very clear and true. The only difference is that he never wears his armor, but wears a simple white T-shirt and blue jeans. Tears slipped quietly. The man came up to her, unfolded the silk book, as if he had accidentally read the words on it, and seemed to know what it said, "Yao, we will definitely meet again in the next life."
He Yiyao didn't know what to say at the moment, but looked at the man transfixed and didn't return to god for a long time. She saw a bright smile on the handsome man's face and handed her the yellow silk. "Junior, is this your calligraphy? Very well, there is a calligraphy club in our school, and I recommend you to participate! " What? What did he say? He Yiyao was shocked and instantly fell from heaven to hell.
He doesn't know her? Or, he is not Huo Qubing at all? Yi Yao was in a daze, not knowing how he was lifted from the ground by the man, and then he was found by his parents to register for a new student. When she came to her senses, she was already sitting in the new dormitory, with that broken ancient mirror in front of her. Looking at the mirror, his reflection split in half. He Yiyao bit his lower lip. She wants to know what happened to that man!
That man is very famous in school. You can know a lot about him just by asking. His name is Huo Qubing, which means "to defeat the enemy without fighting", but He Yiyao decided that this person must be Huo Qubing. No matter his eyebrows or expression, he is exactly the same as the Huo Qubing she knew!
But why doesn't he remember her? Is he the reincarnation of Huo Qubing? He Yiyao is not reconciled. She has given up once and will never let go again this time.
Although the broken mirror has cracks, she has asked the boss of the dumb house to find a good antique master to repair it. As long as you don't look carefully, you won't find the broken cracks on it. Second time around, she believes that it can also remind him of her! He Yiyao began to create countless encounters, in the canteen, in the teaching building, in the gymnasium, in the library ... She didn't care what gossip others had about her faceless pursuit, she tried her best to get his attention, and then ... just stood silently not far away. She can't say it. She can't say it. Can she tell him that she once talked with a famous general in history through an ancient mirror about an incredible "online love" that spanned thousands of years?
Can she tell him that he and Huo Qubing are not only similar in name, but also identical in appearance? If she says it, I'm afraid he'll look at her like a psycho ... she can't stand it. She would rather look at him from a distance and know that he is still alive and well in her world, instead of fighting in a dangerous battlefield, not in the shadow of swords, but having beautiful youth like her, running freely in the playground and enjoying happiness in the sun. In this way, it is enough to look at him from a distance. He Yiyao desperately opened his eyes and looked at the lithe figure on the court, letting tears flow down his cheeks. She doesn't want others to see her tears. She turned silently in the crowd, intending to leave this noisy place. Basketball jumped off her side with a bang, and a familiar voice came from behind, with a familiar tone, "Woman, you just gave up?" He Yiyao's footsteps stagnated, but he dared not look back.
A pair of powerful arms firmly encircled her from behind, and He Yiyao felt that he was caught in a burning embrace. She heard the screams of envy or jealousy from people around her, but her mind was blank. She heard the voice whispering in her ear, "Damn, I always give up first" ... You gave up first? "Guo Huan, gnashing asked. She knows that this person must know who she is. Is it interesting to watch her make a fool of herself for so many days?