There was no sun, a few white clouds, and the sky was blank.

The bronze bell on the church rang three times, startling the flock of white pigeons perched on it.

The moon flowers on the grass by the road are blooming, the red and pink are very eye-catching, many girls walk in the sea of flowers, take pictures of each other with mobile phones, the wind blows occasionally, and countless skirt corners fly.

The Fountain of Our Lady is forever sprinkled with water, and the golden children look up their heads, and the water flows over their holding hands into the fountain of voting, which is stacked with golden coins.

An Yisheng couldn't help but look twice as he walked around the Fountain of Our Lady, and he remembered that Ryujiu had said more than once that one day he would take all the pounds in it with him.

Someone passed by and hit him, almost knocking him down, and when he turned his head, it was actually a teacher, and the teacher hurried without looking back, sorry and didn't say a word.

An Yisheng just wanted to say, "What quality?", but before he could say anything, he saw Ryuhisa running towards him like crazy, his messy long black hair was blown into the middle, and his tie was untied and held in his hand, fluttering in the wind.

He stopped in front of An Yisheng, panting.

"Why? Don't you have a class? Skipping class?"

Ryujiu paused, "Do I have a class?"

An Yisheng nodded with satisfaction and patted Ryujiu's shoulder, "Yes, young man, Professor Bradron's class dares to skip, I'm afraid that my uncle and aunt will be able to meet the professor at the end of the semester!"

"No, no. Ryujiu waved his hand, with a look of making a lot of money, "I'm not the only one who skipped class this time, not half and two-thirds, I don't believe that Professor Bradron's home visits are one by one, and he is tired and tired." ”

An Yisheng realized that many hurried pedestrians around him had taken classes together, and they all had Professor Bradron's classes but none of them. Professor Bradron has always been known for his strictness in the Donnas, and no one dares to skip his classes, and An Yisheng has lived here for more than ten years without seeing such a thing happen.

He said to Ryuku, "You ...... Or is it a collective suicide?"

"What date have you forgotten?" said Ryuhisa.

"What day?"

"You really forgot, today is the duel day between Asa and Xia Zuo, you can forget this, what have you been thinking about all day?" Ryujiu pulled An Yisheng and walked out, "Hurry up! ”

An Yisheng let Liujiu pull it, he really forgot about it, in this case, Professor Bradron is really nothing.

……

The mountain is very windy, there are weeds everywhere, and the mountain road is fairly flat, and the rugged one is only on one side.

The weather is not very good today, the clouds are thick, and when the weather is like this, there is an eerie feeling in the city, in the words of Ryuhisa, the ghost has come out for a walk. Few tourists choose this kind of weather to visit, and even fewer come to climb the mountain, but I still met a few, including Chinese girls.

Ryuhisa greeted them warmly, and left them a Twitter account before leaving, saying that they could get to know each other in the future, and maybe they could deepen their relationship. The Chinese girl smiled sweetly and said, "Ernie sauce, your Chinese is so good." Ryujiu said, "That's that, Ernie sauce can even write Chinese!" An Yisheng was sick to his stomach.

Liujiu took his arm and bucketed An Yisheng, "There was a girl who was staring at you just now!"

An Yisheng shrugged, "It's normal! A guy like me can be counted as a handsome guy in China, and it's normal to attract one or two eyes." ”

"I find that you are really getting more and more shameless now! Have you learned to be cheeky after being with me for a long time?"

An Yisheng nodded in agreement, "Understand people!"

Ryuku "......"

The wind was blowing a little hard, the weeds were creeping, the yellow was covered with green, and it was a little desolate. Although it's summer, it's still a little cold when the wind blows, if it weren't for Ryujiu pulling all the time, he would have gone back a long time ago, how good is it to stay in the dormitory to make up for it, what kind of duel is not?

An Yisheng hasn't climbed Arthur's Throne for a long time, first, there is nothing new about climbing too much, and second, he is really lazy. I remember that the last time I came, Ryuku also dragged him here. At that time, Liu Jiu had just arrived, and he was full of curiosity about everything around him, and he always took An Yisheng to walk around. An Yisheng held that the visitor was a guest, and his roommate was a brother's polite and patient to take him to play, this is good, all the way is stained with flowers and grass, from white to black, from little Lori to big sister, there is no kind of thing he doesn't flirt.

It's been two years, and the mountain is still this mountain, and it hasn't changed at all.

"Why did you say that His Highness Asa chose the location of Arthur's Throne, which is so difficult to climb, because their names are the same?" asked Ryujiu.

"I don't know, they're all emperors, long and majestic!"

An Yisheng stopped as he spoke, and turned over the last mountain beam, and the black pressure in front of him was full of people, from the top of the throne mountain to the mountain beam, it was almost full. It's basically all Donnas's students, talking and laughing, and it's very lively.

Lu Jiu laughed out loud, and he shook An Yisheng excitedly and said, "Look at it, look at it, how many of them are skipping class? Those professors are afraid that they will be dumbfounded." ”

An Yisheng was shaken from side to side, and he said, "I'm watching!

……

The hallway was quiet, so the sound of his own hurried footsteps and heavy panting was unusually clear.

The red wooden door was pushed open, and there was a pungent smell of gray amber, which was to mask the strong smell of tobacco.

Behind the fan-shaped rosewood table sat an old man, dragging a jade pipe in his hand, and the fire in the bowl flickered and dimmed, and there was a burst of white smoke in the air.

He walked briskly to the table and gently placed a folded piece of paper.

The old man picked up the paper and looked at it, then put down the pipe in his hand, and he noticed that the tobacco in the bowl had not yet burned out.

……

The red wooden door closed behind him, and he took a deep breath, although he didn't know what was written on the paper that made Donald's face change greatly, but his task was completed. I remembered that I seemed to bump into a student on the way here, and I forgot to apologize in a hurry, which is really damned.