In the twenty-third year of Jingren of the Northern Wei Dynasty, in March and spring, more than seven days had passed since the scientific expedition.

It was a time of anxiety, waiting, and anticipation, and all the students who participated in this scientific expedition were extremely anxious and waiting for the final results.

And for Zichen, this period of time is the same as usual, no different, he still likes to hold the scroll in his hand, read attentively, and the qiē around the Buddha has nothing to do with him, but this time the place where he reads books is no longer a library full of books, but a peach forest on the outskirts of the south of the city.

March is the season when the peach blossoms bloom proudly, and this year's peach blossoms are more gorgeous and beautiful than ever, and more importantly, people believe that this peach blossom Feifei can bring good luck.

This peach forest in the south of the city has naturally become a wonderful place for students to visit and enjoy the flowers.

Really reluctant to resist the invitation of Changfeng and others, Zichen finally left the library and rode to this peach orchard in the southern suburbs of the city with everyone, feeling the beauty of this flower blooming in March, the air was filled with a faint fragrance of flowers, mixed with the earthy air, making every qiē in front of him full of vitality.

Looking for a slightly quieter place, a row of mats was spread out in the open space under a peach tree scattered with a few peach blossom petals, Zichen took off his boots, sat on the mat and sat on the ground, raised his eyes, although the peach blossoms here are sparse, but it is better to be beautiful in the quiet, the flowers are beautiful, and the falling petals dance with the wind, dance with the heart, people are drunk.

If you have the heart, where can't you enjoy the pleasure of reading?!

Zichen smiled slightly, Changfeng and they have all looked around, and it is very quiet to stay here, and because of the sparse peach blossoms here, the flow of people is also scarce, not like others, but it has also fulfilled Zichen's sincere heart of quiet place and not forgetting to read.

I saw Zichen casually pull out a book scroll from the wide deep sleeves and open the slightly yellowed page in the palm of his hand, and the word "Chinese" on the book cover jumped on the paper, Zichen opened the cover with great feeling, and a slightly immature inscription came into view so naturally.

The black hair does not know how to study early, and the white head regrets studying late.

There are too many memories and the past interspersed here, this sentence, the person who wrote this small word for himself, for Zichen, is a memory that cannot be easily forgotten, it can be said that if there is no this person and this small word, there will be no Zichen now.

This seventeen-year-old boy in a scarf and deep coat sat quietly under the peach blossom tree, holding a book that had already yellowed and stale due to age......

The beautiful petals dance with the wind so briskly and happily, as if chasing a short period of ups and downs, waiting for the prosperity to end, and finally choose to stop the wandering footsteps in the most suitable place for yourself, and the dust settles.

The ancients often said: the falling flowers are intentional, and the flowing water is ruthless.

Falling flowers, always with a little helpless sadness in it, put the Buddha has a kind of fate in the meantime, and people often call this fate.

Although the falling flowers are sad from the branches, the small falling flowers also have their own journey and destination, although short, but there are no regrets, it can be seen that the falling flowers are not ruthless, falling into the dust, accompanied by the spring mud, but it is just a return to the origin.

Quietly, a falling flower fell onto the scroll in Zichen's hand like this, and a figure stopped between the small lines on the page, and a little crimson in the black characters was very cute, and it was impossible to let people notice it!

Zichen smiled slightly, the intoxicating arc on the faint thin lips on his handsome face was extremely good-looking, he was a very handsome and elegant young man, soft and clear eyes, quiet temperament, the fragrance of books in his hands, and always with a quiet smile on his face, all of which made this young man show a unique temperament that was different from others.

He gently picked up the falling flower, carefully cared for it in the palm, for Zichen, this small falling flower brought him a short period of pleasure and joy, but the book is not the best destination for the falling flower, in return, Zichen is willing to return it to this breeze and tenderness, let the falling flower dance with the wind, and fall to where it should be......

Spread out the palm, the breeze passed happily, slightly blowing the hem of the young man's clothes, and also took away the fallen flowers.

Zichen couldn't help but feel nostalgic in his heart, and said softly as if talking to himself:

"I've come as promised, but do you remember the promise we made?"

His words were very soft, the words gradually drifted away with the breeze, the flowers fell silently, the words were too quiet, and a qiē seemed to have not changed, but a qiē was already different from the original!

......

I still remember the year when I first entered the National Prison, the thin shoulders of a nine-year-old child carried a fate that should not have belonged to him, at that moment, she gave up her original real name, became someone else, and replaced someone else's life!

When the doctor of Guozijian asked her name, she only replied indifferently.

"Gao Chen. ”

She became him, and his name was Gao Chen.

"From now on, in this country's prison, you will be called Zichen. ”

The Doctor did not change his tone of voice because of the child's indifference, in his eyes, there are only two types of students, those who know how to progress and those who can get by, and no one can escape from these two.

And after a few days of observation, he was very sure that this new Zichen belonged to the latter.

This child, from the very beginning, was not treated well by the students around him, because he was silent and withdrawn, no one would like to be friends with such a person, and more importantly, he was the person Ziwei hated, and Ziwei was the most prestigious one among the children of the same age, so that people were even more afraid of Zichen.

Xu was instructed by Ziwei, or some people who so-called obeyed Ziwei wanted to 'fight for Ziwei', and Zichen had only been in the country for more than four days before some people began to target Zichen.

At first, these people just hid his books or hats and shoes, dressed untidy, or did not bring books to class, they would be punished by the doctor, and the result was just as these people expected, Zichen was constantly punished.

Later, they found that this kind of trick was boring, and they noticed that no matter what they did, Zichen would only go against the grain, which further encouraged them to take the trick to the next level.

From this small fight, it has developed to the point of bullying others at will, trampling on human dignity mercilessly, they not only isolated Zichen, destroyed or discarded his books, shoes and hats, and sometimes attacked him en masse, he has only been in the country for half a month, and the scars on his body can be faintly seen......

And the development of things was as those people expected, no matter how excessive things they did to Zichen, Zichen only knew how to bear it silently, which made them quite excited, so that it didn't take long for them to start a more dangerous trick.

That day, they said that they wanted Zichen to play hide and seek with them, and without waiting for Zichen's reaction, they took it upon themselves to blindfold Zichen, took him to the edge of the pond, and coaxed him to continue walking forward, and Zichen was a few steps ahead of the pond.

Zichen didn't think about it, so he walked forward with small steps, and at the moment when he was about to step into the air and fall into the pond, someone behind him grabbed him and pulled him back.

Zichen's footing was unstable, coupled with being blindfolded, and after turning around by inertia, he threw himself straight forward, and Zichen's 'life-saving benefactor' was affected by Zichen, and was pressed under him alive Not to say, when Zichen struggled to get up, when his hand touched indiscriminately, he accidentally touched someone else's chest......

"Ah......h

As a result, before Zichen could figure out the situation, with a piercing scream, the person under him punched him in the eye for some reason.

Zichen was suddenly attacked like this, coupled with the fact that his eyes were still blindfolded, and he had no ability to resist at all, this punch came unexpectedly, Zichen froze for a moment, and then the whole person pressed back on the 'life-saving benefactor' and fainted......

When Zichen woke up, he didn't know how long it had been, the blindfold in his eyes had been torn off by someone, a trace of light gradually penetrated into his eyes, and the scene in front of him gradually became clear from blur.

The sky was still very blue, and he could still feel the coolness of the breeze, but when Zichen struggled to move his head, he felt a burst of pain coming from his eyes, and the face of another stranger suddenly approached, and it was close at hand.

It was a finely carved little face, as warm and charming as a beautiful jade, his face was a little flushed, his expression was a little angry, and he pouted a small mouth, but it looked very cute, Zichen suddenly felt that if he laughed, it would be very good-looking!

"You are?"

For the first time, Zichen has a ** who wants to take the initiative to talk to others.

"Your creditor!"

The person in front of him suddenly said this sentence to himself angrily, obviously, they looked the same age, and they should not have known each other before, so why would he say that he was his creditor so firmly?

"You are?"

For the first time, Zichen has a ** who wants to take the initiative to talk to others.

"Your creditor!"

The person in front of him suddenly said this sentence to himself angrily, obviously, they looked the same age, and they should not have known each other before, so why would he say that he was his creditor so firmly?