Mi Lang's paintings in the glass window are still displayed so quietly, and under the white light, there is a deep and wide expansiveness.

Weng Meiling stopped in front of the painting, staring greedily at a certain place in the painting.

Yan Huan'er waited quietly.

After a while, Weng Meiling said in a low voice: "It's really a good painting!"

When she said this, Yan Huan'er looked at her and her eyes lit up. With a scorching look, Yan Huan'er could feel that its temperature was so hot. My heart jumped a little and I didn't speak.

The two walked in the direction of the dormitory, and the paths were greeted by classmates who were walking in pairs.

The little couple was still doing what they liked under the tree, in the shadows, and continued to spicy the eyes of everyone on the sidelines.

Yan Huan'er suddenly remembered the grove and the secret, and couldn't help but laugh with a "poof".

Xiao whispered: "I forgot a secret, and I wanted to go with Xiao Wu to find the owner of this secret, but unfortunately I don't know which one of them is." ”

Weng Meiling became interested when she heard it, and instead of forcing Yan Huan'er to tell this secret, she also moved her hands and feet.

Yan Huan'er couldn't stand her harassment, and she couldn't stop her questioning, so she smiled and reviewed the matter again.

In the night breeze, Weng Meiling's laughter spread all the way. In her slightly surprised questioning, the two quickly arrived at the bottom of the dormitory.

Weng Meiling patted Yan Huan'er on the shoulder as usual and said, "Take care of yourself on the road, I won't send you, just pick you up." After saying that, he simply turned around and left.

Yan Huan'er looked at her back, saw her and waved her hand, and the figure quickly disappeared.

Sighing inexplicably, Yan Huan'er returned to the dormitory.

It is rare for Mo Yuchou to lie obediently on the bed, still sighing.

Lin Hao also went home, and the bed was empty. This semester, she can be regarded as experiencing a dangerous situation in her life, but fortunately she came back safely. She had been looking forward to going home for the holidays.

Yan Huan'er thought of the red dress of the second girl again, smiled her eyes, and felt a rush of anxiety in her heart, but she couldn't get rid of it, so she held it in her chest and couldn't spit it out.

Sullen walked to his bed, frowning.

The demon's bunk was also empty. Sophomores finished classes early, and she left.

Moreover, after she happily scolded Ma Jianjian, she dragged the head of the suitcase and left without looking back.

Yan Huan'er was really embarrassed for a while at that time, and I didn't know if I should apologize to her. It's always because of herself that she looks away again!

Seeing Yan Huan'er walk in, Mo Yuchou lowered his gaze for a moment, and quickly raised his head again.

"Huan'er, there's something I want to talk to you about. Mo Yuchou paused, and finally spoke.

"What's the matter? Yan Huan'er bent down to take the basin under the bed, ready to wash her hair. As he spoke, he put shampoo in the basin.

"That's right, I'm not going to take your memory class next semester. I don't feel like I'm that piece of material, I prefer to fight. ”

Under the light, Mo Yuchou's face was white, her eyes were a little bigger than usual, her eyes were hazy, and she couldn't tell what was there, but it made Yan Huan'er feel that she was faintly hiding some emotion, but Yan Huan'er couldn't understand it.

One of her thin arms was blue and purple, supporting half of her body at the moment. A girl who looks so petite, but her mouth is talking about fighting.

Yan Huan'er was stunned for a moment, and then lowered her head.

"Okay, I see, it's okay. ”

After speaking, he raised his head again, and did not forget to smile at Mo Yuchou.

"It's ugly to laugh!"

Mo Yuchou laughed and scolded her with contempt.

"I didn't go because I wanted to do better, and I didn't have time to memorize those addresses and passwords. Also, the one named Song Yu, let him die! I won't know him anymore. ”

Mo Yuchou really didn't make a sound, and his voice was like a cannon.

Yan Huan'er was amused by her again, and smiled heartily: "Okay, okay, you can do whatever you want, if you want to learn, I can teach you in the dormitory." ”

Mo Yuchou slapped the bed board on the bed and laughed out loud.

"Yan Huan'er, you are really a good teacher, you have to be a teacher!"

Seeing her happy old appearance, Yan Huan'er put her mind at ease and walked briskly to the bathroom amid her laughter.

And Mo Yuchou watched her back disappear behind the small door, and the smile on her face was put away, and there was a taste of loneliness on her pale face.

Listening to the sound of water running in the bathroom, Mo Yuchou listened quietly for a while before laughing self-deprecatingly and jumping off the bed.

The girls in this dormitory, everyone has the appearance of having something on their minds.

When Yan Huan'er came out of the bathroom, Mo Yuchou was gone again.

It seems that she is waiting in the dormitory, just to tell Yan Huan'er that she will not be in class next semester.

It's really empty. The dormitory was so quiet that you could hear the sound of a collision as if a hair had fallen.

Yan Huan'er suddenly felt that loneliness was like a tide drowning her, making her a little breathless.

I opened the window, and the moon was full outside, and the humanoid shadow in the moon was still struggling to cut down the tree.

For thousands of years, it has been like this, quietly watching the farce of the people below coming and going!

Chang'e is very lonely when she thinks about it.

Yan Huan'er stood in front of the window, raising her head blankly, her mind blank.

But after a while, the shadow of Ma Jianjian came.

"Are you okay over there?"

"Didn't you really think to tell me why?"

Yan Huan'er muttered to herself, and her low voice sounded in the empty room, which seemed strangely gentle.

The water on his hair dripped on his shoulders, and most of his clothes were wet, and he was cool on his body.

The hair has grown to shoulder length.

Yan Huan'er touched it, and remembered what poem Lin Feng didn't know to read two days ago, one of which was "Treat me with long hair to the waist, is it okay to marry me?"

Yan Huan'er smiled at the night sky, and her eyes were sour with laughter.

Yan Huan'er, who was immersed in this emotion, didn't have time to give birth to more emotions, and the mobile phone rang suddenly at this time, startling her.

All the sadness vanished at once. It turns out that sadness is also looking for opportunities.

connected, it turned out to be Yan's mother's phone.

On the phone, Yan Huan'er told her mother the date of her ticket, and before she finished speaking, she felt that her mother's phone was snatched by someone else.

"Huan'er, I'm your Gu family's mother, are you coming back? Which day? Great, I haven't seen you for a long time. ”

The sound exploded, shaking Yan Huan'er's eardrums with a faint pain.

Yan Huan'er couldn't jump from one emotion to another emotion that was so enthusiastically expected for a while, so she was stunned.

"Auntie, I'm Huanhuan, and you're ...... Are you ......" Yan Huan'er asked tentatively.

"I'm your Gu family's mother! You kid, I haven't seen you for a few years, don't you remember?" The voice in the microphone was still full of enthusiasm.

Yan Huan'er at this end suddenly remembered the fat boy with a round body when he was a child in the three words "radish head". 10