Running 15 laps and 6,000 kilometers in the rainstorm is tiring even for a mule.

The boys in the Chinese department are not mules, but they are already tired, one by one they are tortured miserably, and once they fall on the bed in the dormitory, they don't want to move again, and as for the girls in the class to invite guests to a big dinner and sing K, and go to the Uniqlo fitting room to shop or something, they are completely powerless.

There is nothing in the world that makes men desperate more than the words "powerless".

The boy doesn't know how expensive his energy is, and he spends his hope / tears in the air!

The fierce guy doesn't have this kind of worry at all, such as Han Xu, not to mention running fifteen laps, fifteen laps is not a matter of coming back fifteen laps.

Han Xu was abused by Han Dashan, training to the extreme in the Shangri-La Snow Mountain, walking alone through the Kalahari Desert, dueling with fierce beasts in the Costa Rican rainforest, and surviving deep into the tribe of the Koyak headhunters...... These inhumane tortures have created today's 10,000-strong enemy Han Xu.

Thinking of his father, Han Xu was inexplicably a little sad.

That barbaric and perverted man is his only relative in this world, and the only sustenance in his heart, when he went to Somalia to rescue Zou Yucheng, he received the news of his father Han Dashan GAME and OVER, his first reaction was not anger, but funny, because he felt that this was impossible, this is the most ridiculous joke in the world.

How could God die?

Han Dashan is the god in Han Xu's heart!

But God is really dead, or missing.

Han Xu chose to give up everything and retire to the rivers and lakes, but he didn't expect the peak to turn around, he got clues about Han Dashan from Liu Xinru, but it is difficult to determine what these clues mean at present, the mysterious antiquity "Emperor Jianlongshu" suddenly appeared, and the Ji family got the treasure but there has been no movement so far.

What are the Ji family waiting for?

Han Xu couldn't understand for the time being, the god in his heart didn't die or not, the only thing he knew was that if the god didn't die, he must find the god in his heart; If God is dead, He must cut the man who killed God with a thousand swords!

This is the purpose of Han Xu's visit to CUHK.

Sitting in front of the window and pondering for a while, Han Xu felt that it was time to meet an old friend, because that old friend should also be waiting for him, probably when he got someone to be haggard.

got up and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower, Han Xu changed his clothes and left the dormitory.

Torrential rain comes and goes quickly.

It was already evening, the sky was clear, the sunset was across the horizon, CUHK was shrouded in a warm glow, and the campus gradually quieted down after a long day of hustle and bustle, and the streets were densely packed with pairs of male and female students, their faces filled with ordinary but happy smiles.

This seemed to be something that Han Xu had never had.

Such peaceful days were rare in his short life, and his life was full of killing, darkness, and filth, and he was accompanied by death almost every day. It is unimaginable for ordinary people, just like we will never understand how big the difference between Sleeping Fan Bingbing and Sleeping Feng is.

Sometimes, even Han Xu himself didn't understand what the meaning of his existence was, until the day his father Han Dashan disappeared, he understood.

Be a little slut who lives a nourishing life!

This dream is really a bit ambitious, because trouble will always accompany him, so he can live a cheap life, but he can't nourish it for the time being, especially when he thinks that his restless father is still nowhere to be seen, it is even less moisturized, it is a headache.

A headache is a headache, and things have to be done.

What he has to do now is to go to the streets of depravity and meet a man who is not depraved!

Walking from the dormitory of Chinese students to Lover's Island, there is a bustling street parallel to the Xiangjiang River, densely packed with restaurants, song halls, bars, hair salons, bathing centers, and thousands of college students who are drunk with red dust. When night falls and the street lights come on one after another, the street opens up the corrupt scene beneath its extravagant exterior.

This is Fallen Street.

Fallen Street is famous in Harukawa City.

Of course, it's not a good reputation, and it's famous for its chaos.

However, Han Xu was here for the first time, he didn't know how chaotic Fallen Street was, and he didn't care how chaotic Fallen Street was, what he cared about was the person he was about to meet, and he wondered if that person would greet him with a smile or a broom when he saw him?

It's not possible.

With Han Xu's understanding of that person, the biggest possibility is that he will not be welcomed.

Thinking like this, Han Xu looked around, the bustling and depraved streets looked like a drunken scene, none of the men and women, old and young, looked like good men and women, and he thought to himself, how could such a filthy place be tolerated in a prestigious university.

Hey, in order to subsidize the family for the school leaders, it is really exhaustive.

"Beauty, did you know there are new galleries around here?"

Han Xu came to a flower shop, and the female clerk who sold it was fiddling with a pot of evergreen potted plants at the front desk, and raised her head when she heard a voice: "The newly opened gallery?" The female clerk immediately smiled, looking like she could see through Han Xu's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys: "There is a short-haired girl in the gallery you said, right?" ”

"How do you know?" Han Xu was curious.

"I've seen a lot of people like you, so naturally I know about it." The waitress had a hint of ridicule on her face: "Recently, I inquired about the gallery on Fallen Street, and ten out of ten people went for that girl!" ”

"Looks like that girl is very popular." Han Xu smiled.

"It's not just popular," the female clerk said with some envy, "that girl has been on the street for half a month, and the sales of roses here have increased tenfold, and they are all for that girl." ”

"Amazing, amazing." Han Xu sincerely admired.

"Eh, by the way, you're going to meet that girl, why don't you buy some flowers?" The female clerk took the opportunity to sell, and immediately became gentle: "Pickling girls will be nirvana, I heard that flowers and handsome guys are more compatible." ”

"This kind of vulgar routine is not suitable for a rich and handsome person like me." Han Xu waved his hand, he was a little suspicious that this woman was deliberately making up a story to trick him into buying flowers.

The female clerk almost threw up.

Still cliché?

Still rich and handsome?

Don't pretend/force if you don't have money, pretend/force to be struck by lightning!

"Don't buy flowers, do you! Okay, let me tell you, turn left 300 meters when you go out, and the most crowded place is that gallery. She deliberately stimulated: "I advise you not to look at that girl, she has a very big temper, don't blame me for not reminding you when she comes out crying, because this is the truth practiced by countless rich and handsome!" ”

"That can only show that they are not handsome enough and rich enough." Han Xu smiled, picked up the pot of evergreen potted plants on the front desk, the price was twenty-nine yuan and nine cents, and he took out thirty yuan and threw it on the table: "A dime tip, no thanks." ”

"Slut! Thank you, uncle, I thank you! ”

The female clerk's mouth was crooked, but Han Xu had disappeared.

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At the end of the street, Han Xu found the gallery.

The gallery was supposed to be a quiet place, but there was a rather strange and spectacular scene around it, and within a radiating five-meter radiation, there were many boys in groups of threes and twos, sitting or standing or cruising like sentinels, and their eyes were all looking inside the gallery.

There's a girl in the gallery.

The girl has delicate short hair, dressed simply, navy blue denim shorts, a white cotton tank top, black and white jogging shoes, the exposed legs are thin and long, and her skin and white cotton tank top seem to be transparent in the bright light.

Han Xu was stunned for a moment, as if he remembered a lot of memories.

He looked through the glass window, from the side, at this moment the girl held a delicate chin in one hand, and the other hand held a pencil in the serious drawing, the fine bangs covered half of the girl's eyebrows, revealing large, bright, with a clear feeling.

In terms of appearance and temperament alone, this kind of girl is extinct in the market.

Rare is expensive, extinct is the national treasure giant panda, go to Sichuan to see the national treasure giant panda to get dozens of tickets, see this girl does not spend a penny, it is conceivable, naturally it is a crowd, there are many onlookers, but no one dares to provoke the giant panda, no one dares to provoke this girl.

Han Xu looked at the trash bin outside the gallery door, all kinds of flowers were piled up like a small mountain bag, it seemed that the words of the female clerk who bought flowers were wrong, her flowers should have been bought and thrown into the trash can.

Smiling, Han Xu walked towards the gallery.

"Eh, what are you doing, brother?" A boy with a pockmarked face pulled Han Xu.

"Pickle girl." Han Xu tried his best to satisfy the boy's gossip heart.

"I think it's more straightforward for you to look for death." The pock-faced boy reminded enthusiastically: "Dude, remind you, who doesn't like beautiful girls, but this is not something that ordinary people can control, and the aura is domineering!" There are no less than ten boys who are crying by her today, and don't go if you want to live a few more years. ”

"Such a good-looking girl, it's worth it."

Han Xu's words made the pockmarked-faced boy ashamed, and then he looked at Han Xu's distant back, and instantly felt tall, and exclaimed: "Tsk, the Spartacic warrior in love." ”

"Dodo." Han Xu reached out and knocked on the doorway.

"I'm not painting today." The girl's voice was indifferent and careless.

Han Xu smiled and asked, "Why?" ”

"I don't want to draw." The girl spoke concisely and clearly, as if she was tired of saying one more word.

"But you're painting right now." Han Xu asked again.

The girl's hand holding the pencil stopped, then reached out, picked up the paper, and tore it into two pieces.

She said slowly, "I don't paint now." ”

"I am who I am, a different fireworks; The sky is wide and the sea is the strongest foam. Han Xu looked at the girl who was stubborn from her bones, and said with a smile: "I think this song is the most appropriate for you." ”

"Oh." The girl turned her head for the first time and looked at Han Xu.

"Long time no see," Han Xu smiled slightly, and walked into the gallery: "Gu Qianxun." ”

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