What is a vineyard like?

A crooked river? And a wooden bridge? A stone pavilion? And a large grape trellis?

The sun shines brightly, and the leaves on the grape trellises are like emeralds, and sometimes the wind blows, and then a turquoise wave is turned. In the early summer season, the www.biquge.info purple-red flowers hang in the early summer, clusters and strings, as if the sky is full of clouds. In early autumn, the grapes are ripe, and clusters of crystal clear grapes hang from the vines. The garden is full of immeasurable grapes, bright like pearls, bright like agate, green like emeralds, and red like precious stones; The smaller ones are small and delicate, and they are mouth-watering. On a moonlit night, someone holds a pampa fan in his hand, rests under the grape trellis, or chats with the people around him, eats two pieces of watermelon that has been soaked in well water, and pounces on the fireflies with the pampas fan, how carefree! How happy and pure!

Vineyards, is that really the case?

In other words, in Zhou's imagination, the vineyard is indeed like this.

So when he saw where he was, he couldn't help but express his heartfelt surprise.

There is no green leaf wisteria trellis, no small bridges and flowing water.

The first thing Zhou Yan saw, and the first thing that attracted his attention, was an iron door!

What kind of iron door is that?

Spray paint all kinds of colors and spray paint them to a colorful color. Then there are various patterns cut out of iron sheets, which are regularly and designedly pasted on the iron door. There are lions, tigers, rabbits, elephants, etc., etc., and the most important thing is what Zhou Yan thinks is true.

Grapevine!

There were indeed vines wrapped around the railing of the iron gate, with turquoise leaves, purple-red flowers, and even drooping, crystal-clear grapes!

It's just, these are all fake, right?

Made of plastic?

So where is the vineyard?

The top of the iron gate is also made of iron sheets. Or that's not called a pattern, that's a word!

vineyard

There is also a line of small letters next to it:

Red City South District Vineyard Kindergarten

This is the vineyard?

Is this really the vineyard?

"Where we are now is the vineyard...... Kindergarten. Because it's summer vacation, there are no children here now......" Gao Ziming was a little embarrassed, and didn't seem to know how to explain the problem.

Zhou Yan looked around, saw the walls with cartoon paintings everywhere, saw the sand pits with a large area, saw the seesaw, saw the slide, and even saw the red letters left on the ground:

Freshman, Sophomore, and Junior Classes......

It turns out that the vineyard is a kindergarten!

Zhou Yan has never been to kindergarten, he has been raised by his grandmother since he was a child, and his grandmother is a once famous talented girl, under the teaching of his grandmother, it is a hundred times more beneficial than any kindergarten!

Moreover, after arriving at the Anle Orphanage, there is no need for any kindergarten.

Isn't Anle Orphanage a kindergarten?

There is no money in the hospital to send the orphans to those kindergartens with ridiculously high tuition fees, are the grandmothers and aunts in their orphanages not as good as those kindergarten teachers?

So Zhou Yan has never been to kindergarten, not once.

And now, is he excited or something else?

Is this to make up for the lack of my childhood? He sneered to himself.

Gao Ziming didn't understand Zhou Yan's thoughts at the moment, maybe he was a little frightened by Zhou Yan's performance in front of Mu Yu just now, but he was afraid that Zhou Yan would think too much, so he continued to explain: "Actually, this kindergarten is...... Forehead...... It is our property, which is temporarily rented to those who run kindergartens. During the holidays, we will participate in such learning ......"

Such learning?

What to learn?

Learn to kill ghosts?

"Ziming......" Zhou Yan's voice was a little weak at the moment, "Have you seen it?" ”

Ever seen? What have you seen?

Gao Ziming didn't understand Zhou Yan's words, but he was afraid that his words would stimulate Zhou Yan, so he could only pretend to ponder, as if he was recalling the past.

Zhou Yan saw that Gao Ziming's expression was a little strange, and he was silent, he couldn't help but think of himself, and thought that Gao Ziming was the same as himself, and he had a deep sense of the past, and once he recalled it, he would be miserable. I can't help but secretly scold myself in my heart for being stupid, how can I provoke other people's sad past at will!

Seeing that Gao Ziming still didn't speak after a long time, Zhou Yan was a little panicked, lest Gao Ziming was also immersed in the past pain like himself and couldn't extricate himself. So he hurriedly said: "Ziming, don't think about it, it's okay ......"

Gao Ziming still didn't understand Zhou Yan's words very well, and only knew that he shouldn't have to think about how to conceive words to answer Zhou Yan's previous question. I couldn't help but smile and nodded.

Somehow, in Zhou Yan's opinion, Gao Ziming's smile is so pale and bitter, and every time he recalls those past events, isn't it the same? Even the heart is full of pain, but there is no one to talk to, slowly Zhou Yan has become an almost autistic person, if it weren't for these recent things, Zhou Yan even felt that he would die depressed in his own world.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind like lightning, was it really just a coincidence that I had recently encountered him? Is this mysterious vineyard really just a chance encounter in life?

Could it be that the people here are all orphans like themselves?

So what exactly is it going to do?

Learn? What to learn? Learn to kill ghosts? And then what?

"Ziming......" Zhou Yan's voice was a little soft, a little unfirm, so unfirm that he couldn't even stand it. He shook his hand fiercely and shouted loudly: "Ziming! Tell me, what the hell are we going to do? ”

Gao Ziming was shocked by Zhou Yan's sudden shout, looking at Zhou Yan's resolute expression at the moment, he was at a loss, and several beads of sweat the size of beans slid across his forehead, but Gao Ziming was speechless.

Gao Ziming talks a lot on weekdays! It's a lot! But he was speechless several times today, he had nothing to say at all!

He usually talks about gossip, but today he seems to be talking about the fate of this young man named Zhou Yan.

Can he only not be nervous? How could he not be embarrassed? And how could he say it?

"This ...... That one...... Forehead ...... "The sweat that runs down the forehead increases, flowing over the cheeks, over the chin, over the neck, and over the collarbone...... It's not just the sweat on the face, it's the whole person, and the whole body sweats like crazy every time!

Gao Ziming has become a sweaty man!

Even on the hottest day in July, even if it was noon, there was no shelter on the bare ground. It's impossible for people to sweat so much.

But Gao Ziming was soaked in sweat, and even after being soaked in sweat, he still couldn't answer Zhou Yan's question.

How to say? What should I say?

"I'll answer that question!"

That bland voice seemed to be heavenly in Gao Ziming's ears at this moment. Why did you never find that voice so moving, so soothing? And the owner of that voice, the image in Gao Ziming's heart at this moment is also rising like a tide!

"Fat man...... You're finally here! Gao Ziming shouted so eagerly, it shouldn't have been crying.