Chapter 162: On the other side of the mountain, on the other side of the sea, there is a group of little fools

"Hey—"

"Qiwei, your "Avenue Retrograde" is almost over, let's finish this testimonial. ”

So fast?

Bai An was stunned for a moment, a little in a trance, and all of a sudden, the book "Journey to the West: Retrograde" that he serialized on his journey had already come to an end.

Time waits for no one.

"The homepage big recommendation background has been notified...... Forget it, I guess you haven't seen it either. ”

Qing Lingling's mezzo-soprano on the phone let out an inaudible "tsk".

"The company has contacted Qingyu Culture...... Pay attention to yourself, I'm afraid you're about to get out of the entity. ”

"I said, can you have a book written by yourself? The website has limited resources, and if you don't look at it yourself, who will ask for a recommendation for you?"

"Don't throw the manuscript in the background and leave it alone! I don't even know when the book is almost finished! There are times when the website is out of order......

Across the phone, Bai An subconsciously smiled "Mmmm", and while he was small, he also felt a little embarrassed.

Even if the female editor has read countless people, it is estimated that she has never seen an author like him.

Sister Mo, who is known as a ruthless person in the circle, can be regarded as a thing drop when she meets Bai An, and a cold person who cherishes words like gold at other times, as soon as she calls him, she becomes a babbling mother-in-law.

What can Bai An do? What can't be done, people naturally have a correct position, and no matter how much they talk about you, they are also concerned about you.

The eldest young master can only bear it while being silent

Alas, this person is so annoying......

But it's cute.

On weekdays, I am alone, and occasionally there is such a friend who can chatter, and it is a little warm.

He blinked, his face sideways against his phone, silently listening, his pupils warm under the lamp, and a silent smile.

- Forget it, just send warmth to the community.

When this phone call ended, the phone case was a little hot, Bai An just breathed a sigh of relief, and before he could rub his sore shoulders and neck, the mobile phone bell couldn't wait to wave again.

Tonight is destined to be uneasy.

This call is the school's phone number.

When the heating pipe in the house reached the ventilation point, the shutters instigated, and a gust of wind blew silently.

Bai An pinched the right hand of the mobile phone and put it down, hung it up in front of him, stood in place dryly, and was rarely stunned for a while.

The head teacher asked him to go back to school.

He didn't know how long it had been, and he hadn't remembered the word school.

Speaking of schools, I have to mention the particularity of Bai'an School -

For the people who eat melons generally, the galaxy is famous because of his average score, his rate of one, and his brilliant re-election.

But for the students of this school, he is much more than that.

Because the school is consistent, there are many students in the same school for 12 years.

Including Bai An and the little girl of the Lin family.

Kindergarten, junior high school, and high school all go to the same school.

Born and raised in Sri Lanka, for many people, this place carries time and feelings, and there is an unparalleled sense of identity, more like home.

That's why the original Bai An jumped so easily.

This school is a little closed, there is no particularly high-end foreign style of teaching building, the meals in the canteen can not be chosen casually, and it is becoming more and more unpalatable, and it often occupies club classes and French classes, and there is not a lot of afternoon time to leave school early to play.

Other students may not know the true face of Lushan because they are in this mountain, or they may not know the blessings in the blessings, and feel that these are normal operations.

Only Bai An, who studied in a normal high school all the way in his previous life and waded through the mud pit of college, knew how strange this school was......

Although the teachers in this school have their own styles, they are all serious to cute, responsible to admirable, and all the students are unexpectedly excellent, but there has never been an open and secret fight between the students, and everyone is too friendly.

The sun is big, the grass is soft, and youth is beautiful.

All of these holidays are taken out without compromise.

There are no weekends and make-up classes, and there are no canceled small long vacations.

Secondly, they did not study late on their own......

Even in the third year of high school, school is usually dismissed at five o'clock.

Just these few points are enough to make the students of other schools blush to death.

Besides—

Not everyone's high school can be heartless, and not all school students can be stupid little pot friends like them, no matter how fierce the school top mode is.

There is no intrigue at all, dark and shady, grievances and hatred in TV series novels.

Compared with other schools, Galaxy is like a pure land, and the children are well protected.

Otherwise, like Bai An's unforgettable bug and not very high emotional intelligence, he may really be isolated as an honest person in other schools...... Instead of being used as a mascot as a class pet.

Besides, he's a half-breed.

The Huaxia of this world does not like foreigners as much as in the previous life.

When the people of the empire faced the crooked nuts, they were full of superiority and looked down.

In the eyes of some, mestizos are even discriminated against.

Thanks to the campus environment, I can't believe that there is school violence......

In Bai An's impression, when his group of little comic classmates chatted with people from other schools, they were all frightened......

The children in this school are naïve and simple, with a little bit of innocence, and there are not so many complicated interpersonal relationships and community disputes.

People in a grade seem to know each other, as soon as class is over, they lazily run out to bask in the sun, several classes are in a corridor, a little closed, everyone knows each other, very reassuring.

Just like the fishing village of Lung Yingtai in his childhood, "it exists in my heart with the most primitive and authentic appearance, as if it is an anchor." ”

It is only in this environment that children grow up in such an environment that there is such a deep affection in a class.

A bunch of naïve fools who get along with relatives like relatives.

The heating clicked, and the hot air became stronger.

Disturbed the wind chimes hanging under the curtain, tinkling and making ripples, this crisp and crisp, with a faint coolness, swept through the dull room due to the temperature.

His gaze was also rippled by the ringtone, and his eyes followed the clue.

It was a string of crude handmade wind chimes, all of which were inexpensive, messy and reluctant in series, with a Picasso's cubist style, which was incompatible with the delicate and luxurious décor of the room.

Not rigorous, not elegant, not extravagant.

It is both childlike and childlike, naïve and romantic, and carries the most expensive soul.

——This is a work completed by one of the children in his class, and in the late summer and early autumn, he was entrusted to Yang Zi as the representative.

Together with a jar full of stars and paper cranes.

It has become a collection that Bai'an will never change.

Its voice was alive, with warmth and blessed beauty, and every time it plunged into the night like stagnant water, it was like a sinking dry well poured into a living spring, and the full of vitality jumped, making his whole world fresh and bright.

That momentary throbbing was like ice cracking.

It's as if—

Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom.