Took Li Xiaoyan out of the dormitory and walked on the quaint and heavy campus of Ningbo University, where there were poplars and sycamores on the side of the road, and many old buildings were climbing on the creepers who were almost sanctified in Ningbo University. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Speaking of the campus of Ningbo University, many buildings seem to be hidden among trees and flowers. From time to time, a building from the Republic of China period is revealed, revealing an elegant, generous, delicate and characteristic everywhere. The beauty of the new campus is far from being comparable to the cookie-cutter and featureless architecture of the new campus.

"It's so beautiful......" Walking on the poplar-covered road, Li Xiaoyan said with longing in her eyes.

Yang Fan nodded, and then pondered for a while before saying, "Now is not the most beautiful time, the campus of Ningbo University is the most beautiful in autumn." ”

Last autumn, when Yang Fan went to Ningcheng, he saw the autumn beauty of Ningda once. Sycamores, poplars, golden trees, and fallen leaves pave the roads of all sizes, especially at dusk, when the campus is full of gold, making people reluctant to even speak, for fear of disturbing this beauty.

Walking on the side of the road, Li Xiaoyan stepped on a few leaves that were occasionally blown off by the wind, and couldn't help but ask, "How beautiful?" ”

Yang Fan groaned, then shrugged his shoulders and said, "I can't tell how beautiful it is, it's probably that the fallen leaves are too beautiful, I don't know how many autumns have amazed the taste." ”

“……”

In this regard, Li Xiaoyan glanced at Yang Fan strangely.

After that, the two walked silently, very quietly, but Yang Fan thought that he was going to meet Lin Yao soon, although he didn't feel sorry for it, he still had a headache.

Li Xiaoyan, Lin Yao......

Well, the two met once during the Spring Festival and understood each other's identities. Although there is no intrigue, the signs are not the rhythm of everyone having fun and making friends.

But Lin Yao called just now. Yang Fan didn't think much about it and said that Li Xiaoyan came over, and he could pretend not to care about it. But you must not deliberately hide it, otherwise you will become a loss if you don't feel sorry.

Thinking about it, he walked to the girls' dormitory, Lin Yao was wearing a white dress, like a slim lotus flower, standing in the aisle waiting for the two.

First glanced at Yang Fan, Lin Yao greeted Li Xiaoyan neatly, "Okay!" ”

Li Xiaoyan waved her hand and said hello, "Okay!" ”

Yang Fan could see it. Compared with Lin Yao's Lili Suo, it is obvious that Li Xiaoyan is a little short of breath.

Just wanted to speak, Yang Fan suddenly found that he didn't know why he was a little short of breath out of thin air, and in the end he could only smile, not at all as bold as when he felt that he was not sorry just now.

Greeting each other, Lin Yao didn't care about Yang Fan's sneering movements, just looked at the youthful girl in front of her, even she had to admit that this girl was really good. Then he asked, "Are you going to start school today?" ”

Li Xiaoyan's face stiffened, and then she said, "Our school will open the day after tomorrow." It happened that there was something to do in Ningcheng, and there was nowhere to go after that, so Yang Fan happened to be here. I just thought about visiting Ningbo University by the way. ”

"Oh......" Lin Yao nodded in response.

By the way......

Thinking. Lin Yao pursed her lips imperceptibly.

After a deep groan, Lin Yao asked. "Where do you live now?"

Li Xiaoyan paused before saying, "Ning Yuan." ”

Lin Yao, "......"

Ningyuan is the guest house of Ningda University, which generally only entertains Ningda students and parents. As for Li Xiaoyan......

As he spoke, Lin Yao glanced at Yang Fan.

In a place where Li Xiaoyan couldn't see, Yang Fan shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, saying that he was really wronged, and it was definitely not his own business!

Lin Yao thought that since he came to Ningcheng, he had been staying with Yang Fan, and he had been separated for a while just now, and then he heard Li Xiaoyan kill in the bedroom. There was not enough time, so he accepted Yang Fan's appeal, but he still glared at him, and then turned to Li Xiaoyan, "It's not convenient to live in that place." ”

Li Xiaoyan paused and said, "It's very convenient." ”

Lin Yao asked unconsciously, "Isn't it quite far from your school?" ”

Anyway, the two chatted all the way, playing with a sharp edge, and Yang Fan said that he didn't understand anything.

What can he say......

Said Li Xiaoyan shouldn't come? Well, a piece of good intentions, he really can't tell.

said that Lin Yao shouldn't be a striker, okay, her performance is good enough, if she changes to a boy and runs around her to show her presence like this, it will be good if she doesn't slap him away.

Therefore, in this situation, Yang Fan could only walk with his head down honestly.

Listening to the two women playing mildly all the way, Yang Fan didn't dare to say a word, the three of them had already passed by the auditorium, and walked to the north building, which was full of creepers, full of historical mottling.

This building is the symbol of Ningbo University, and now it is the office building of Ningbo University.

Looking at the North Building hidden in the creeper, Yang Fan finally found the opportunity to interject, "Speaking of which, this North Building is really a symbol in the hearts of Ning University students, even if they have been separated for many years......"

Saying that, Yang Fan didn't wait for the two to say, so he chanted a poem to himself, "The prodigal son returned to the north, and when he turned back, he was no longer a green silk, but a white head." Ivy climbs all over the North Building, is it the vine? Or the sorrow of the prodigal son...... This is the feeling of an old man returning to his alma mater after many years, which shows the status of this building in the hearts of Ningbo students. ”

To be honest, Yang Fan felt that he was stumbling when he said this, and the topic was too stiff. But anyway, it's a plug-in, it doesn't matter if the turn is blunt or not, the important thing is whether you can distract the two women.

"Uh......"

The sudden chanting, although very stiff, still diverted the attention of Lin Yao and Li Xiaoyan.

"Who wrote it?"

It had been a few minutes since they met, and Lin Yao finally said the first sentence to Yang Fan. She didn't think that Yang Fan did it herself, not to mention that Yang Fan had already indicated that it was written by an old man, at least from the sense of history and nostalgia of the whole poem, it was obviously not made by Yang Fan at this age.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Without waiting for Yang Fan to answer, applause suddenly sounded next to him.

Turning his head, two white-haired old men, one was looking at Yang Fan enthusiastically and applauding, and the other was also full of feelings.

"Ugh."

Yang Fan looked at the two applauding old men in surprise, the one full of feelings was Wu Deguang, he didn't know him with tears in his eyes, and hurriedly said respectfully, "Professor Wu, hello." ”

Wu Deguang was originally full of feelings, but when he saw that this young man was Yang Fan, he immediately turned into relief, "What's your name, by the way, Yang Fan, right, it's just right, I'm looking for you, but the girl Qingwan kept saying that you are abroad, do you have time now?" ”

Looking at Lin Yao and Li Xiaoyan in embarrassment, Yang Fan was really afraid that he would leave the two women and break out in front of this north building.

Although Lin Yao didn't know the two of them, both of them had a kind of poetic and scholarly temperament, combined with Yang Fan's voice Professor Wu, he also had a guess about the identities of the two, and hurriedly gave Yang Fan a reassuring look.

Li Xiaoyan also glared at Yang Fan fiercely, what do you mean by that embarrassed look, I didn't come to declare war, and then waved his hand and motioned him to hurry over. (To be continued.) )