"It's a nice day, what are we going to do?"

"Don't be in a hurry, there are still a few days to go, and we can play boldly for a while. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"And it's already on the schedule, I got up this morning to have dinner and review my books, and I also drilled an iron man stake for an hour. ”

Albert casually fanned the paper in his hand and shoved it back into the space.

"It's such a great place. Cecilia stretched casually, "It reminds me of my hometown." "Isn't your home on the grassland?" "It feels the same here as it does on the grassland, although there are more people, but it's still the same and very comfortable." ”

"And seriously, I've always wondered. She felt the warm wind blowing and squinted her eyes slightly, "You haven't said who you were before, and what happened before I met you." ”

"You didn't ask. "Yes?" "Yes. ”

"But since you want to know, I'll tell you, there are two versions. ”“？”

He rubbed his chin and decided to summarize the past in one sentence, and she approached with a curious expression.

"Ahem. He quickly sorted out the wording, and cleared his throat as usual, "An unlucky child who was thrown by his parents met a homeless man, and then the homeless man raised him as a son until he was eleven years old and disappeared, this unlucky child ran around the world, met a lot of people, and as a result, a lot of people were braided, and finally became a family, gave birth to a child, and then burped in the hospital." ”

"What about the second version?" "An unlucky kid who was thrown by his parents ran around the streets, almost starved to death, and finally got his life back, met a village chief, got a house, and farmed honestly, only to be found to be very talented, graduated from school, and then married a silly girl who was willing to be cheated. ”

"And then, the second version isn't over, is it?" "Isn't that deciding how to summarize?"

Albert curled the corners of his mouth slightly: "Silly girl." "I'd love to, anyway. ”

"I don't know what the first story means, but it sounds like you've been a little worse mixed up before. She rubbed her chin like Albert, "But you don't seem to care." ”

"Otherwise, should I burst into tears, smoke the sheep's horns, and then kneel on the ground and shout "Heaven abandons me?" he spread his hand and shrugged his shoulders, "The past has passed, and if I don't mix well, it's my own inability, and there's nothing to blame God, I'm blessed to live until now, so there's nothing to complain about, there's nothing to [go against the sky], I'm just me, live in peace, I'm poor and happy if I'm fine, it's good." ”

They chatted all the way and walked all the way.

As far as the eye can see, all the houses are made of stone.

Most people are enjoying a wonderful morning tea time, and this world has a habit of morning tea.

People wake up early, take a walk, eat something, and take two sips of tea, which they believe will help their health.

Now is the last time for morning tea, but the roadside breakfast stalls have not been collected, they take down the morning sign from their stalls, eat the rest of the breakfast, as breakfast, and start selling again, usually, they will only make breakfast when they come to the guests, anyway, it does not take much time, and then they will not eat until the early guests have finished entertaining.

Because there are often leftover raw materials at this time, they are not willing to waste, so they eat by themselves, these are old vendors, making snacks for several years, how many customers will come in a morning They always estimate, but after all, it is an estimate, sometimes more, sometimes less.

If there is more, it is not much anyway, just eat it yourself, if it is less, it is not a loss, and you can make some money by making a little snack at other times.

All kinds of shouts rang out again, and the faces of foreigners, dressed in modern clothes, with belts around their waists and daggers, shouted in a tone similar to that of ancient China, which looked strange, at least from the eyes of the previous life.

But people here don't think there's anything wrong with that.

Everything that gives people a sense of weirdness and confusion is the norm in this world.

The place they were going to was a school, a public school in a small town.

There was an elderly warrior doorman at the door, and he didn't stop the two, but only asked to see their ID cards.

Because of the importance of the identity number, these things are carried with you, and it is understandable to take a look at the ID card you carry with you, but after a little official check, I let them in and open the iron door: it is useless, it is used to look good, and warriors and wizards can casually turn over it.

A young female teacher walked over.

"Is there anything you two are doing at this school?"

"Nothing, just wanted to see. Albert showed off his diploma, "I'm a recent graduate and want to come and see." ”

"Holman College, Merlin. She looked at the documents and showed a look of emotion, "It's a good school, I've always wanted to study somewhere before, and I had the opportunity, but unfortunately I didn't play well and didn't get in." ”

"If you two are just coming to visit out of curiosity, please feel free to take a look around, just please don't disturb the students' studies. ”

"Recently, they needed a quiet environment to adjust to their best. ”

"Thank you. "We just want to see. ”

She nodded to the two of them, and then flew up, and flew softly into a classroom with the window open, and it seemed that this was where the teacher had taken classes, which seemed small, very small compared to the school they had been, but a sense of novelty was still at work, and the feeling of seeing something new was rife that succeeded in concealing this obvious shortcoming.

Straight in the middle of the gate, there is an open hall, from the outside, it looks like a boxy building, but as soon as you walk in, you will see a large hollow area inside, and when you look up in the center of the inside, you can see the classrooms in all four directions.

Overhead, on the transparent white ceiling, two red couplets hung down, swaying slightly, with a few large golden characters written on them, which seemed to be the slogan of the school:

Dedication and love for students, discipline and etiquette. Honesty and integrity, harmony and friendliness.

It seems that although the school is not big, it is a little humble in comparison, but it should be a good place.

Both nodded heartwardly and stepped onto the smooth steps.