Chapter 150: Girls

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The leaves take off very coolly.

There was a quiet rustle, Bai An lowered his head, and his feet were shattered into a pale red, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were half-squinted.

The wind carries a slight smell of soot and disinfectant water, and is a faint and sharp threat.

In front of the back entrance of the hospital, there is an open parking lot.

There are trees again, there are roads, and the greenery is suitable and beautiful, just right.

On top of that, there are very few people here.

Bai An ripped off his hat, loosened the thin scarf, and gently hooked the corners of his mouth.

His mood was as relaxed as his scarf.

The little girl came to the hospital for regular body checkups, accompanied by parents who had not seen her for several days, and the precautions were that there was a big Buddha of the old man Hong, and he was a useless cheap brother, so it was better not to disturb the atmosphere.

With a sigh of relief into the air, Bai An couldn't help his sour taste and laughed heartily.

He stumbled down the ladder on the platform in front of the door, his hair lapping against the bare neck of his back neckline in the air.

In a year's time, the stubble of his bald head, which was almost shaved at the time of surgery, grew to his earlobes and neck.

The hair is very good, black and ink-like.

has been a child for a year, and his temperament in private has become more and more childish.

He paced, making a small half circle around the large courtyard full of vehicles, and casually turned his head.

Then, the boy's eyes suddenly lit up.

Cart!

Good car!

The royal family in the aristocracy, the diamonds in the dazzling array.

A luxury car that is hard to see in the upper circles, a toy that men always want.

Bai An took a few steps towards the single parking space, and then stopped suddenly.

After several months of systematic training, the etiquette class finally showed some results, and this person barely maintained a little reserve, not touching it with his hands, only looking left and right from a little distance.

There is a lot of interest.

His eyes are full of energy, like a little boy staring at a model toy on the counter of a store.

After watching it for a while, the little young master's sanity of the rich family came back a little, and he finally reluctantly walked back consciously in three steps and one turn.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Ten steps, 100 steps.

Through the long flower bed, he couldn't help but glance back again.

And then.

His thoughts went blank.

Just like his expression, blandness and scarcity.

There was a girl standing in front of the car.

Girls weren't the only ones standing in front of the car.

But Bai An's eyes can only reflect her shadow alone.

His body couldn't move, his ears couldn't hear, he couldn't remember that time was passing silently.

Where is the girl, took a step back.

The hallucinatory face turned.

The world seems to change frame by frame, like the slow motion of a movie.

It's like the petals of a flower floating in the water.

It's like hearing cicadas in the rain.

Her eyes looked over, vast, with the transparent coolness of autumn colors, pure as thin ice that was about to wake up in spring.

Her gaze, through the clouds of white dew and frost, fell without a trace of shock.

The pupils are extremely beautiful, and the expression is wandering, but it is extremely clear.

She seemed to see him, and she didn't see him.

Those eyes were too clean, in the cracks of the world, flawless and unreal, as if they would not have projected any mortal mirror.

She should sit high in the clouds, eternal purity and silence.

It's too far.

He stood there as if across the galaxy from her.

The sky is cloudy, reckless.

Extremely quiet, extremely quiet.

Suddenly, the wind blew away the silence.

Countless leaves rolled up, two in succession, and swept in front of his eyes, like rapidly vibrating wings, fleeing from his vision in a hurry and violently.

Bai An woke up suddenly, as if he had been startled out of a dream.

His eyes widened in confusion.

He saw the long hair of the night, and the ribbons of silk between the winding hairs like snow.

The corners of the skirt swayed with light and shadow, separated by the black, cage-like door.

It's like falling glass in the night sky.

The low-key luxury car turned out to be pompous and hateful in an instant.

The cage roared and moved.

Bai An rushed forward, crossed the flower bed, and ran like a storm!

He followed the car, with flying dust and leaves, chasing with all his might.

He didn't even know.

Why chase this black, unrelated car.

・・・・・・

Bai An is busy.

This is an affirmative sentence that no one who pays attention to him can veto.

In their eyes, this child, who has the envy of others, is urging himself to study and train with an incomprehensible perseverance, like a madman, and is meticulous comparable to the most demanding coach.

Like a shriveled sponge desperately drawing water at the source, the young dragon carp is constantly jumping in the river.

A group of adults who are ready for all kinds of persuasion methods are almost stupid, they are almost nothing, they have lived for so long, and they have never seen such a child in worry.

Even Chen Long, the most demanding old minister, was speechless.

And in fact.

The Journey to the West network written in reverse is over, and Qingyu Culture is fully capable of contracting the follow-up publication work.

Bai An, who had come to an end with the matter at hand, was just starting to complete the task wholeheartedly.

About creation.

For the time being, Bai An only has to write most of the history of the Ming and Qing dynasties in the world, as well as modern history, and concentrate on drawing the watercolor comic "What Happened to the Rabbit That Year".

The writing of history was put aside, the writing of Journey to the West was too sad, Bai An had not eased up his strength at this point, and he couldn't lift the strength to hold a pen.

As for watercolor comics, it is considered to be an after-school assignment to learn drawing skills every day.

Relax your mind, look back at your homeland, and cultivate your sentiments.

He needs to keep life running, he needs points to develop more functions of the system, and he needs to grow even more.

Because no matter in the eyes of adults with good intentions or malicious intentions, the little young master of the Bai family is still just a little young master, and he is not qualified to be placed in the position of a chess player who is enough to bear all and go head-to-head.

He was too young.

Fifteen...... No, sixteen years old, not yet at the age of being exposed to cruelty and complexity, teenagers, the most uplifting, feeling confused and hesitant about life.

He can be a simple and clean successor, but not a stupid and naïve leader.

It is difficult to take on a big responsibility, so there is no need to worry.

Since it is temporarily excluded, it is better to seize this gap, bear the affection of the elders who desperately sweep out this piece of sky, and spend all your energy to absorb and grow until you become an ideal and powerful enough appearance that everyone can not ignore.

Or in order to reside in the heart of the heart, in the vast hoarfrost on the side of the water.

He's growing.

Former classmates write test papers and exercise books in the autumn and winter classrooms.

The herbs planted by Mr. Hong gradually grew taller in the greenhouse.

Xiao Yueyue obediently held the big porcelain bowl, drinking bitter Chinese medicine every day, and her cheeks gradually bulged out two soft and childish baby fat.

Fortunately, the ordinary vulgarity of hardship and busyness is clean and pure, which is enviable.

Jingjing time passes quickly and slowly, both fulfilling and long.

Like a tune about the youth that is played alone, the mirror flower is shattered into the long river of loneliness, I don't know its meaning, the liveliness of jumping, and the beauty of tranquility.

It's all different, just like you and me.