Ye Zechuan sat on the sand with a porridge bowl, and at the same time took the remote control and pressed the power switch of the TV. Yavin 8 '=-.=y-a=

Since the Malaysia Airlines crash seven years ago, he has developed the habit of watching the news anytime and anywhere.

The international news is full of stories about which country's leader met with which country's leader and where, and which campus had another incident of shooting and killing a rival in love for a girlfriend.

He stirred the beef porridge in the bowl boredly, and when his eyes fell on the picture frame placed next to the coffee table, he couldn't help but pause.

The photo was given to him by Dongdong seven years ago, and on the golden sand beach in the photo, Bad Bad was standing there with bare feet in a baby yellow swimsuit and a sunhat, bending his big sparkling eyes at the camera, smiling brightly. _ Yavin_ bar > =-'.-y-a-·

Looking at it, he couldn't help but pick up the photo frame, and his slender and white fingers gently rubbed the little pink face in the photo.

Bad...... Bad......

Ye Zechuan silently read her name in his heart, and his ears seemed to be able to hear what she said to him when he first saw her.

When Hajima first met, Bad Blinked the big eyes that were more dazzling than the stars, and innocently asked him if he was a magician.

Now, he's really become a very good magician, often appearing in entertainment news and TV commercials, does she see it?

At the beginning, he agreed to shoot commercials, in addition to filling the gap in funds for the magic troupe, in fact, he was also selfish. Yavin_Bar_ ·-·.

I don't have time to go back and see the bad, at least let her see herself, let her know that she is doing well, and don't worry.

As long as he remembered her, it was enough.

Ye Zechuan took a sip of porridge, the beef was smooth and tender, the rice was fragrant, and his skills in cooking porridge were really getting better and better.

I don't know what kind of expression the bad will have in the future, compared to Uncle Yin's craftsmanship, who will she like to cook porridge more?

Ye Zechuan thought about it, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth again.

Bad, bad, now that he's grown up, he really wants to see her sooner!

In the experimental class classroom of No. 1 Middle School in S City, everyone is nervously filling out their college volunteers.

"Oops, which university are you filling in? My mom wants me to go to Yale University, what about you, which school do you want to go to? Bai Yuxi, who is wearing a junior high school uniform, is a friend who has been at the same table since Bad Bad junior high school, and at this time she is holding the form to fill out the volunteer.

"Oh!" Ye Huairan leaned on the table and turned the pen in his hand, and responded a little absentmindedly.

"What about you, which one do you want to report?" Bai Yuxi frowned slightly, she was really a little discouraged by her lazy attitude, "But it's not a problem to report to any company with your grades!" ”

"Hmm." Ye Huai still snorted casually with no energy.

"I'll see which one you're applying for." Bai Yuxi pulled out the volunteer form from under her arm, looking at the results she filled in, she couldn't believe her eyes, "Ye Huairan!" You actually reported that it was S big?! ”

Ye Huairan's grades have never fallen into the top ten in the third grade of the first middle school and senior high school, how could she fill in the ordinary second-rate university that is not ranked well in the country as her first choice?

It's hard to figure out!

And Ye Huairan held his cheek with one hand at this time, sat up straight, and the movement of turning the pen on the other hand did not stop: "What's wrong with S big?" In our S City, it is already considered the best. ”