On the 318 National Highway, in the brand-new Mercedes-Benz G500 off-road vehicle, in the sound of soothing music, Jiangbei was holding a cigarette and looking into the distance with a happy smile.

Poetry and distance.

The sentences I saw in the book are still fresh in my memory.

Jiangbei didn't know, he only knew that there were mountains, rivers, blue skies, and white clouds in the distance.

Dirt bikes all the way forward.

The wind is howling, the sun is roaring, so what?

Just move forward.

Jiangbei walked for three days with such a person and a car.

Today was the fourth day, and he saw a Rapunzel sitting on the side of the road, wearing white sneakers, white jeans, and a short-sleeved T-shirt, with her slender arms straightened and her thumbs up, making a gesture of 'you're great'.

It's a funny girl.

Jiangbei slowed down the car, slowly stopped in front of the interesting girl, then lowered the window, and didn't speak, just smiled at the little girl who had already put on her backpack and walked to the door.

The little girl also laughed, and smiled very cutely, "Hello handsome guy, my name is Mao Xiaobai, can you let me take a ride?"

Hey, it's not that you're great, it's about taking a ride.

"Mao Xiaobai, a very interesting name," Jiangbei really thought the name was very interesting, and it matched this little girl very well, "Get in the car." ”

"Thank you. ”

Mao Xiaobai smiled playfully, followed by nothing else, first put the mountaineering bag on the back seat, and then sat in the co-pilot's seat.

The off-road vehicle started driving again, Jiangbei is not a person who likes to talk a lot, only when he meets something of interest, or interesting people, he will say a little more.

In comparison, Mao Xiaobai has to be a talker.

Obviously, Jiangbei didn't ask her why she appeared in that place just now, so she took the initiative to tweet about it.

Speaking of which, it's a bit like memorizing texts when students go to school.

It's hard to remember, so naturally you have to memorize it quickly, otherwise you may forget it again after a while;

In the chatter, time flies, Mao Xiaobai has successfully made himself the same as the route of Jiangbei, taking the 318 National Highway, walking all the way to Tibet, watching yaks, grasslands, and Tibetan scenery.

"Brother Jiang, this is called fate, I just finished the college entrance examination, how many points did you score?"

"Hee-hee, I have similar scores on both sides, so which school did you apply for?"

"Huaqing, me too, if nothing else, the two of us will be alumni, it's great." ”

“......”

"Brother Jiang, do you have a snack?"

When she stopped halfway to stretch her muscles, Mao Xiaobai opened her baby hiking bag and saw that it was full of all kinds of snacks and drinks.

"I have spicy strips, chicken wings, chicken legs, oh yes, and pig's trotters, Brother Jiang, what do you like to eat?"

Jiang Bei rubbed his forehead.

Looking at Mao Xiaobai, who had proven to be a foodie, he suddenly had a sense of déjà vu, very vague, and couldn't tell what was going on.

"I said, you came out to play and carried such a big bag of snacks, aren't you tired?"

"I'm not tired," Mao Xiaobai shook his head with a smile, "Eat while walking, how can you be tired, only when you are full will you have the strength to continue walking." ”

Well, it makes sense, nothing wrong with it.

So the two got in the car and continued to walk, Mao Xiaobai continued to eat, and the food was really fragrant, not pretended.

This makes Jiangbei, who is really not interested in eating, very puzzling, are these snacks bought from the supermarket so delicious?

He tried a packet of potato chips, which were crunchy and seemed to be interesting.

It's very fragrant.

On the seventh day of Mao Xiaobai, the two came to the beautiful Sichuan Province, where there are many delicacies, and Mao Xiaobai, who is already familiar with Jiangbei, is very excited.

"Let's go, I'll have a treat, let's go eat hot pot first, then eat skewers, and then eat tofu. ”

Mao Xiaobai said as she swiped her mobile phone to bring up the food information of Sichuan Province that she had come to check in advance.

"Brother Jiang, aren't you in a hurry, or will we eat all of these shops?"

Jiangbei lit a cigarette and smiled.

"I'm not in a hurry, but if you want to eat these shops, I guess the owner won't be happy. ”

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Fang Yuan parked the newly bought purple Bentley at the airport, took the simple luggage, walked into the airport, checked the ticket, and boarded the plane.

It didn't take long for her to sit in a first-class seat on a flight to London, waiting for the plane to take off.

Under the arrangement of Jerry, the exclusive life consultant of the Black Gold Card, she successfully got the opportunity to study at St Martin's College of Art in London.

She's going to study fashion design.

Although two months is a bit of a short time, she believes that with her ability to learn, it shouldn't be a big problem.

The space of the first class cabin is relatively large, and there are not many seats on the land and there are people sitting down one after another.

Fang Yuan didn't pay attention to these, she took a fashion magazine and read it quietly.

It seemed that a long time had passed, and her neck was slightly stiff, Fang Yuan put down the magazine and twisted her neck slightly, only then did she notice the blonde man in the seat next door.

The man was looking at her, and it looked like he had been watching for a while.

"Hello, do you have any questions?" Fang Yuan took the initiative to speak, as the national champion of liberal arts in this college entrance examination, she is not biased at all, and she can speak fluent English, which is not unusual at all.

The blond man smiled, "I'm sorry, I can't help but be fascinated." ”

A fair and handsome face, a simple and refreshing dress, and an elegant and gentlemanly attitude, especially this London accent, which is known as the most charming accent in the world.

These, for ladies, are lore skills.

It was precisely because of this that Dracula sent him out...... Originally, considering that Fang Yuan was only nineteen years old this year, it seemed reasonable to send a vampire of the same age, or almost the same age, over.

But later, after being reminded, Dracula suddenly realized that this was not the case.

The mental age of women is generally higher than that of boys.

This means that boys of the same age are usually naïve to girls of the same age...... With this bad first instinct, the odds of success will inevitably be a little less.

Dracula didn't allow himself to make such a mistake, after all, he finally got the opportunity to take the first action.

And then he bet hundreds of billions of dollars.

Losing money is a small matter, but face is big.

So after thinking about it comprehensively, combined with Fang Yuan's trip to St. Martin's School of Art, Eric, who happened to be a professor of fashion design at St. Martin's in recent years, was the best candidate.

Apparent age, twenty-six years old.

Handsome and handsome, a British gentleman.

On top of that, the youngest professor ever at St. Martin's College, a gifted designer.

"Tsk, perfect!"

Dracula thought confidently.