Yunxi finished lunch and took a nap in the bedroom, his expression calm, but his eyebrows were a little deep.

Situ Bai glanced at the grass outside Chaoyang Terrace again, and sighed lowly: "In the evening, they held a memorial service for that classmate, let's go too." The aunt had been sitting there since the morning, her whole person was a little distracted, as if she couldn't hear anyone else talking, and there were people around her crying or explaining, and her face was always that kind of despair.

Lao Jin nodded, they are all classmates, and when something like this happens, which one doesn't have the heart of a silhouette. Not to mention .......

The voice of consolation downstairs gradually lowered, and it seemed that someone had brought a meal and handed it to the aunt.

Her husband also came, sitting on a stone half a meter away from her. The lush vegetation blocked most of his face, but the vicissitudes of life showed a large area on his forehead.

It used to be the place where they sat on the ground in the afternoon, lazily leaning on the sun, and now, the two old parents lowered their eyebrows, their faces were empty, and people looked at them, only to feel that the corners of their hearts were dug up.

The whole dormitory building is quiet, and in the past it was noisy and noisy, but now it is quiet.

In the afternoon, I went to the library, and after four hours of self-study, people left one after another.

Yunxi looked up and saw that the direction in which everyone left was south, so he slowly put away his textbooks and stood up.

Lao Jin and Xiaobai had also stored their belongings in the cabinet and stood at the door waiting for her.

At the end of the year, it was getting darker and earlier.

It's not dinner yet, but a few stars can already be seen at this time.

Someone stopped at the entrance of the commissary, and when he left, he had a few more sticks of wax in his hand and a shallow compassion on his face, and he followed the crowd towards the south gate.

At 6:15, the time when the student left the dormitory on the day of her murder, not a minute, not a minute, all those who had come to mourn her voluntarily gathered in this open space—the lawn she had ever sketched the most.

There were three girls standing in the center, their scarlet eyes bloodshot, but none of them cried, looked at everyone, and bowed deeply, deeply.

The parents stood on one side, not speaking, just staring at the big white banner, their eyes glazed.

-- Go all the way

The big black characters are as if the iron pen has penetrated through them, which is shocking.

I never felt that just a strip of cloth could make people feel full of sadness.

Yunxi and everyone formed a circle, and under the faint candlelight, around all the classmates of the deceased, breathed softly.

In the cold air, a suppressed sobbing gradually spread.

Some people turned around and didn't dare to look, some people burst into tears and ran to the side at once, and more people were loud, and the poignant cries hovered around, which was the most heart-rending elegy.

It's just that the "mother" who has not reacted finally cried .......

Her husband couldn't hold her, and she broke free and rushed to the portrait, holding on to the frame, and refusing to let go.

She didn't say anything, only cries, which seemed to prove that she was still alive.

Yunxi looked at the photo and was stunned.

This man, where she seems to have seen .......

Maybe her expression was too strange, and Lao Jin couldn't help but look at the statue.

What a beauty.

The charm is first-class, beautiful and refined.

It's like a cool stream, wandering freely in the mountains and rivers.

Although it was only a black and white photo, I could still feel the white porcelain-like skin.

Someone tortured and killed her.

Lao Jin couldn't bear to look at it anymore, turned around, and looked away.

It's just that the eyes on the signboard seem to be deeply engraved in her heart.

There was a strange feeling of inspiration, but in the blink of an eye, the feeling flew all of a sudden, and she couldn't remember what the disobedience just now was. Yunxi finished lunch and took a nap in the bedroom, his expression calm, but his eyebrows were a little deep.

Situ Bai glanced at the grass outside Chaoyang Terrace again, and sighed lowly: "In the evening, they held a memorial service for that classmate, let's go too." The aunt had been sitting there since the morning, her whole person was a little distracted, as if she couldn't hear anyone else talking, and there were people around her crying or explaining, and her face was always that kind of despair.

Lao Jin nodded, they are all classmates, and when something like this happens, which one doesn't have the heart of a silhouette. Not to mention .......

The voice of consolation downstairs gradually lowered, and it seemed that someone had brought a meal and handed it to the aunt.

Her husband also came, sitting on a stone half a meter away from her. The lush vegetation blocked most of his face, but the vicissitudes of life showed a large area on his forehead.

It used to be the place where they sat on the ground in the afternoon, lazily leaning on the sun, and now, the two old parents lowered their eyebrows, their faces were empty, and people looked at them, only to feel that the corners of their hearts were dug up.

The whole dormitory building is quiet, and in the past it was noisy and noisy, but now it is quiet.

In the afternoon, I went to the library, and after four hours of self-study, people left one after another.

Yunxi looked up and saw that the direction in which everyone left was south, so he slowly put away his textbooks and stood up.

Lao Jin and Xiaobai had also stored their belongings in the cabinet and stood at the door waiting for her.

At the end of the year, it was getting darker and earlier.

It's not dinner yet, but a few stars can already be seen at this time.

Someone stopped at the entrance of the commissary, and when he left, he had a few more sticks of wax in his hand and a shallow compassion on his face, and he followed the crowd towards the south gate.

At 6:15, the time when the student left the dormitory on the day of her murder, not a minute, not a minute, all those who had come to mourn her voluntarily gathered in this open space—the lawn she had ever sketched the most.

There were three girls standing in the center, their scarlet eyes bloodshot, but none of them cried, looked at everyone, and bowed deeply, deeply.

The parents stood on one side, not speaking, just staring at the big white banner, their eyes glazed.

-- Go all the way

The big black characters are as if the iron pen has penetrated through them, which is shocking.

I never felt that just a strip of cloth could make people feel full of sadness.

Yunxi and everyone formed a circle, and under the faint candlelight, around all the classmates of the deceased, breathed softly.

In the cold air, a suppressed sobbing gradually spread.

Some people turned around and didn't dare to look, some people burst into tears and ran to the side at once, and more people were loud, and the poignant cries hovered around, which was the most heart-rending elegy.

It's just that the "mother" who has not reacted finally cried .......

Her husband couldn't hold her, and she broke free and rushed to the portrait, holding on to the frame, and refusing to let go.

She didn't say anything, only cries, which seemed to prove that she was still alive.

Yunxi looked at the photo and was stunned.

This man, where she seems to have seen .......

Maybe her expression was too strange, and Lao Jin couldn't help but look at the statue.

What a beauty.

The charm is first-class, beautiful and refined.

It's like a cool stream, wandering freely in the mountains and rivers.

Although it was only a black and white photo, I could still feel the white porcelain-like skin.

Someone tortured and killed her.

Lao Jin couldn't bear to look at it anymore, turned around, and looked away.

It's just that the eyes on the signboard seem to be deeply engraved in her heart.

There was a strange feeling of inspiration, but in the blink of an eye, the feeling flew all of a sudden, and she couldn't remember what the disobedience just now was.

At this time, the staff who maintained order came over one after another, picked up the aunt, and let everyone disperse early.

Some of the students were indignant: "Why do you even interfere with our memorial service, it is obvious that you are not performing your duties, otherwise, our classmates would not have died tragically!" ”

The two sides were at a stalemate, and soon began to get more and more fierce.

Lao Jin pulled Yunxi and Situ Bai out of the crowd slowly.

People are already dead, what can they do if they make a fuss? After all, even if the prisoner is caught, what if he is cut by a thousand cuts. When one life is gone, the withering of another life cannot restore any preciousness in the heart.

It's just to vent your anger.

There is no point in staying.

The three of them walked out of the school gate and paused quietly, and no one spoke. For a moment, there was condensation in the air, and there was a sudden silence.

They would not have expected that someone who caused an uproar in the class today was standing in the square at the moment, quietly looking at the carving, and a touch of tenderness was imprinted in his light-colored eyes, attracting the gaze of countless European and American women back and forth.

The busiest time of the day has not yet begun, except for the men and women who are accustomed to morning jogging in the morning and walk past him.

He stood there quietly, like a legendary treasure in a country with the longest history of ancient prosperity, his dark eyes were like black gems, and in there, something flashed away, but it was countless pedestrians and women on the road.

It seemed that a long time had passed, and it seemed to be just a blink of an eye, waiting for an old driver to walk down on the side of the car. Dressed in custom-made clothes, with white hair and a rare British temperament: "Sir, is it a meal, or go to school first?" ”

Zhan Wenlan glanced at the time and shook his head casually, as if he was a little unbelievable for his unconscious daze, but it was only for a moment, and the tenderness in his eyes dissipated in a blink of an eye like fireworks.

When the driver looked again, he found that the young Oriental man had already smiled warmly and leisurely: "Send me directly to Harvard." ”

"Okay." Zhan Wenlan got into the car, he closed the rear door, turned around and sat in the driver's seat, "Sir, if you're hungry, there's a sandwich in the fridge." ”

It's a black elongated luxury car, custom-made with a wine box and a mobile TV, and it's a great price to look at.

Zhan Wenlan didn't even glance at the tails of his eyes, just smiled faintly, but his expression inadvertently exuded a natural and elegant temperament.

The driver, for the first time, showed a staggering expression, and accompanied him with a tall posture, which was actually funny.

The car drove slowly.

On the wide avenue, the speed is getting faster and faster......

When the bell rang for the first class in the morning, Zhan Wenlan stood at the door of the principal's office, looking at the pretty and generous woman who couldn't help but look up and down with curiosity on her face, and smiled elegantly: "I made an appointment with the principal, please confirm." ”

"No need." The tall woman in her thirties looked at Zhan Wenlan in a dreamy tone, only feeling that her eyes were not enough. God, there is such an elegant and retro man in the world. It is completely different from the strong and handsome kind of tall and strong Europeans, at this time, a gentleman's temperament exuded from her bones, she has always been obsessed with oriental literature, and she almost looked at his back and said the following words: "The principal said that as long as you come, you can go in at any time." ”

"Squeak" -

The door had been gently closed, and the secretary outside the door was still blushing and heartbeating. I never thought that an international student from China could bring such an amazing aura.

Twenty minutes later, she was once again overwhelmed.

The headmaster, who had always been reserved, actually walked to the door in person to see the man off.

"Don't you really think about it? You are very welcome at our school. The pure tone often appears in the world's major authoritative forums, but at this moment, he looked at Zhan Wenlan with a disappointed face.

"Thank you for your kindness, it's just, my heart, left somewhere else." Compared with the principal's earnestness, his smile was a little casual.

The secretary stared blankly at the scene in front of him for a long time, and did not come back to his senses.

He actually rejected Harvard's ...... in person.

As he left the principal's office, Zhan Wenlan could almost feel the burning gaze stuck to his back.

It's just that three minutes later, when he saw the figure standing next to the luxury car, he slowly evoked a sincere smile.

"Have you really thought about it? Now back home? ”

"I thought you knew my choice when you were in Hong Kong." He held out his right hand to the man and hugged him deeply.

When I got closer, I found that this person's eyes were actually light golden, with all the handsomeness of a natural half-breed, which made it impossible to look directly.

He, a man from Rome, is also the owner of this luxury car......