At 3:05 in the afternoon, in the school's comprehensive lecture hall, Ye Minglang gave a lecture to the students of the art department, the content was about antique identification and collection, I didn't listen to it interesting, or stood in the background conscientiously, in case Master Ye summoned from time to time.

After a class, there were no accidents.

The students probably had never seen such a young and handsome collector and businessman as Ye Minglang, and they all hugged him to ask for autographs, and when I was overwhelmed, several big men in black appeared and escorted us out through the crowd.

The air outside is fresh, I took a deep breath, wiped the sweat on my forehead, Ye Minglang handed over a checkered handkerchief, I shook my head: "No, I'll just wipe it with my hands-"

My refusal was like he ignored the air, and he threw the handkerchief in my face and slid it into his hand. The moment his eyes were covered, he couldn't help but roll his eyes, and then wiped them quietly with a handkerchief.

"You've been prepared for a long time." Three meters away, the bodyguards stopped standing there, and the ordinary students were full of adoration but did not dare to approach.

Ye Minglang snorted from his nose: "Who is Young Master Ben?" Do you think everyone is like you, thinking in one line? ”

…… Why do you always want to hurt me, I sighed silently, thinking that this job will not last long, and I am not a masochist, find time to talk to Mingzhu and leave early.

"There was also a dinner in the evening and then we could go back. The ticket has been booked, and it is a flight at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. "I took my phone and looked at the trip record inside.

Ye Minglang took out the pocket watch from his shirt pocket and pressed it. His clothes are retro, and he looks good and looks like a fan, so that those little girls gasp in unison, and they can't take their eyes off.

"You don't have to go to dinner in the evening."

"Oh...... Yes? "I reacted and didn't go to dinner, so what am I going to do?

Ye Minglang glanced at me with disgust: "Now is your free time, and deal with your emotional bad debts." I don't want to have a careless assistant by my side, dragging his feet and being an eyesore. ”

Me: "......"

Several bodyguards escorted the eldest young master away, and the crowd gradually dispersed. I touched my nose while I was left in place. I think it's really boring to be a human being. Taught by a stinky boy, hey.

Forget it, since Song Li and they are also here, take this opportunity to get together with them. White Ann...... Bai Ming'an. I'm always going to have to deal with it.

Although I have done a good job of mental construction. But fate is a piece of fart. I didn't see Bai Ming'an's people until dark, Song Li was busy with work, and left Huang Jia behind.

Thereupon. On the playground on the big night, a woman in a suit sits on the railing, her legs are dangling, and she is talking to herself very strangely. Of course, I was actually talking to Huang Jia.

Huang Jia was very annoyed, her love for Song Li was rejected by Oba again and again, and she felt that she had no life left. I couldn't help but pour cold water on her: "Please, you've been dead for a long time, okay." ”

Huang Jia held her heart in one hand, her eyebrows were sad: "Ning Huan, you don't understand!" To have hope is to live, and conversely, even if you are alive, you are a dead man! ”

I twitched the corners of my mouth, speechless.

Huang Jia felt sad for a while, and then chattered enthusiastically about how to make a high-quality peach blossom man fall under her group of ghosts. My ears were relentlessly poisoned, and I had to look around as I coped.

This look made me see a strange thing.

There are occasional couples hugging each other for a walk on the plastic track, but what caught my eye was that in the aisle of the outer ring, a boy rode a bicycle past the side of the flower bed.

No one responded, Huang Jia stopped and looked at me: "What's wrong?" What to see? ”

"It's the third time."

Huang Jia didn't understand: "What? ”

I jumped off the railing and walked out of the playground onto the outer circle aisle, looking ahead. Sitting here for so long, this boy has passed three times...... Wrong.

"Eh, let's go and have a look." I said, without waiting for Huang Jia to react, and trotted over. There are street lamps on both sides of the campus walkway, but the road I walked on was dimly lit, and there were no people along the way.

It's strange, I saw that the bike was riding here, why did it disappear? Looking left and right, there was the end of the wall in front of me, a dead end, and the back was empty, and there was no architectural shelter to hide.

Where did the boy go?

At night, a cloudy wind blew, Huang Jia shook his shoulders and stuck to my back: "Hey, I said Ning Huan, what are you looking for?" Let's go back in the big night...... Song Lioba may be back......"

"Don't talk." There seemed to be movement on the other side of the wall, and I looked at it, and walked quickly to the shadows, which was at an angle that would not be so easily noticeable.

Looking at the gray wall, I saw an object slowly emerging on the wall, two big wheels, a cushion, and long legs, and the silhouette was clearly the boy who was riding a bicycle just now. It's just that there is one more person in the back seat of the bike.

No, I looked closely, and in the dim light there were only the shadows of the bicycle and the boy, and the girl in the back seat was not alive.

"Wow, the woman in the yellow dress is a ghost!" Huang Jia also found out, pulled my sleeve hard, and pulled my neckline down a big bit. I glared at her in annoyance, and she stuck out her tongue and suddenly widened her eyes.

"Wow, Ning Huan, the bike is here!"

As soon as I looked up, the boy on a bicycle stopped in front of me, the distance between the wheels and my body was very small, and the boy stared at me with a complicated face: "You...... Not from our school, right? ”

I quickly glanced down at the back seat, and the girl seemed to be very timid, sneaking a peek at me and retracting her head. It doesn't seem like a threat.

"Well, I'll stop by." I nodded at him and turned sideways to make way out of the way.

The boy's hand gripping the handle of the car was clenched tightly, and the green tendons on it were exposed, obviously nervous. Seeing that I didn't ask anything, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and smiled reluctantly: "Don't be outside alone at night." ”

I smiled: "Aren't you also a person?" ”

He put his foot on the pedal: "yes, so I'm going back." Good bye. ”

"Goodbye."

He rode steadily towards the playground, and I noticed that the girl's gaze was turned sideways, and I looked up to see the moonlight gathered somewhere in the playground, and green fireflies swirling and flying under the silvery white light.

I moved, and when I looked in the other direction, the picture was much less beautiful.

College students really know how to be romantic. I thought to myself, Huang Jia, a woman, rarely understands: "That boy knows that his girlfriend is a ghost, ah, what a poignant love story, if Song Lioba ......"

I interrupted her mercilessly: "You're thinking too much. (To be continued......)