The hustle and bustle and silence along the way.

The train traveled very slowly, and it was not until the afternoon that it arrived at Harbin, the "transit."

All the way, I was forced to endure sleepiness, listening to all kinds of metal, and I didn't let myself fall asleep - so, when I arrived at the station, my ears began to ring, and the feeling was like a broken sound in my ears, buzzing, making my brain a little dizzy.

"Hiss......"

With the endless flow of people out of the station, I walked out of the station in a daze. Outside the station, I rubbed my temples, which were beating wildly from tinnitus, took out my ticket from my pocket, and looked at the time I went to Dalian: 21:03.

It's still early.

I sighed softly and stuffed the ticket back into my pocket: Alas, it's going to start another afternoon of boring waiting! Thinking of this, I am very discouraged, but I can't help it, who told me to follow this guy 24 hours a day?

I was listlessly carrying my backpack and shaking my head, but just as I was about to lift my feet and walk to the waiting area to sit for an afternoon, Bing Cube Ling, who had been standing next to me and was silent and didn't know what he was thinking, suddenly said, "Let's go, go back to school." ”

"Huh?"

Hearing his inexplicable words, I looked at Bing Cube Ling Na in some surprise, and asked in a stumbling voice:

"Back, back to school?"

However, Bing Cube Ling didn't pay attention to me, just turned around and walked directly to the outside of the waiting hall, leaving me alone to look at his back, standing in place stupidly.

Why do you have to go back to school when you wait for the train at night?

I muttered to myself silently - hey, wait......! Thinking of this, a wicked smile inexplicably appeared in my heart: Hehe, could it be...... This guy also has to go back to ask for leave, right? Tut-tut, no matter how cold a person is, he must obey the management of the unit!

I teased him silently in my mind, and then hurried after him—if it was really what I imagined...... After becoming his "attendant" again, I didn't ask much questions, and with a gloating mentality, I followed him directly to the bus stop to our school......

The car went all the way, and I laughed all the way in my heart: I don't know what reason this guy will use to ask for leave? Leader, I'm sick and want to ask for leave...... My brain began to make up for the way he looked when he asked for leave, especially his classic "Xuan Bing face", coupled with his cold and hard tone...... Tsk, what will he do if people don't let him go? Thinking of this, I feel quite relieved: I hope that the leaders of our school will avenge me!

It didn't take long for the car to arrive at our school.

However, I was slightly disappointed that Bing Cube Ling did not go to the HR office in the main building to ask for leave, as I expected. I saw that his face was indifferent, his gait was vigorous, and he casually carried the backpack behind him and walked towards the teacher's apartment in the school—of course, wherever he went, those eager eyes must follow.

At this time, I was very embarrassed - because I followed this guy without leaving an inch, so that after seeing him, those eager eyes immediately turned cold, like a knife, and stabbed at me like nothing, so frightened that I could only gradually distance myself from him, but I could not follow him at all--God knows what this guy was going to do?

Therefore, I could only bite the bullet, pretend to be calm, as if nothing happened, follow him, and walk to the classroom apartment one after the other......

Walking all the way, I was stung by the eyes all the way, and in the end, I really couldn't stand the feeling of being thorned in the back, and I was getting farther and farther away from him, while silently scolding in my heart: At this time, are the other handsome guys in our school fucking dead? Can't you stand up and share these wolf-like eyes for this guy?!

However, I don't know if Bing Cu Ling did it on purpose - just when I was just putting a little distance between me and him, he slowed down a little bit, shortened the distance between me and him, and forced me to readjust the distance between him and him. Looking at the back of this guy, I was so angry that my teeth itched: If you don't fix me all day, will you be uncomfortable?

No matter how short the difficult road is, it is still so difficult.

I finally got to the downstairs of the teacher's apartment, I looked at the ice cube Ling Na who had already walked to the door of the unit, and finally couldn't hold back the depression in my heart, and said with some complaints:

"Hey, I said Chief of Staff Ling, you have to go back to school for a long time, what is the important matter?"

"Do you want to come up?"

Bing Cube Ling said that the question was not answered.

When I heard him "playing Tai Chi" as always, I couldn't help but feel bored for a while, and waved my hand impatiently: "No, no, no! I'm still waiting for you below, just hurry up!"

"Oh, I was going to show you that thing......"

Bing Cuo Ling said casually, then turned around and walked directly towards the door of the unit - as soon as I heard what he said, I immediately became interested: look at something?

"Hey, wait for me!"

I shouted at his back, ignoring the strange eyes of the people around me, and rushed directly into the corridor and chased after Bing Ling.

"Changed your mind?"

Probably hearing my roar, Bing Cube Ling went up the stairs without looking back, and said lightly.

"Uh...... You said you wanted to show me something, what did you see?"

I felt a little embarrassed and quickly changed the subject.

However, Bing Cube Ling ignored me, and just walked upstairs on his own. I watched him choose to be silent again, and had to walk behind him helplessly--looking at his somewhat sharp side face, I couldn't help but feel a little angry with myself: Why am I always led by the nose by this guy?

However, after feeling sorry for myself, I still couldn't overcome my curiosity, so I had to obediently follow him and walk slowly upstairs......

4th, 5th, 6th floors......

Walking to the top floor, Bing Cube Ling finally stopped moving forward. Seeing him stop, I quickly stopped, and my curiosity surged again: this should be the place where he came here and lived all along?...... I wonder if there is anything special about this place where you live?

There are two opposite houses in the teacher's apartment, and I saw Bing Fang Ling Na, unhurriedly took out a door key from his pocket, walked to the door on the left, raised his hand and pushed the key into the keyhole-

"Squeak-"

With the sound of the key turning, Bing Culins opened the door that was mysterious to me.

After opening the door, Bing Cube Ling Na was the first to enter the house. I didn't see that he said anything, so I could only tiptoe after him and walk into his quarters.

As soon as I entered the room, I couldn't wait to start looking at it - it was a small house with one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. , and as soon as you enter the door, it is where the living room is.

However, I was a little surprised that there were no household appliances in the living room, just a desk, a few chairs, and a large bookshelf standing in front of the wall to the right of the window. Looking at his frugal and somewhat humble dwelling, I can't help but wonder - how did this guy manage to be so derailed from the world, but still stubbornly survive until now?

However, just as I was standing in the living room and looking around, Bing Cu Ling had already walked into his bedroom - I thought it would be a little rude to follow up, after all, the bedroom is a person's private space, so I simply stood by the bookshelf in the living room to see what books this guy had.

"The Yellow Emperor's Neijing", "Compendium of Materia Medica", "Qianjinfang", "Difficult Scripture", ......

I looked at the books along the shelves, and I couldn't help but be a little surprised: Hey, that's weird, what are you reading...... Why are they all books about Chinese medicine?

However, just when I was standing in front of the bookshelf, puzzled, the cold voice of Bing Cube Ling sounded from the direction of the bedroom:

"Look at this. (To be continued.) )