The dishes ordered by Murong Tiankui were almost finished, and the dishes ordered by Feng Qingyun were also served. The old and the young drank cup after cup, anyway, Feng Qingyun, who drank at the end, both broke their pieces, and took a taxi back to the hospital in a daze.

Murong Tiankui shook his head and smiled as he looked at the two of them, and suddenly his expression changed, as ugly as constipation.

"Two stinky boys are here to eat white food, and the meal hasn't been paid yet."

He seemed to have forgotten that he had to bring the two of them over to drink, and the two of them really didn't eat much after the food, and they didn't know where to vomit after a whole stomach of wine.

There was a muffled thunder in the sky for no reason, and it was from the direction of Jiming Temple that I heard the sound. Murong Tiankui glanced at it meaningfully, thinking that he should not let this thing demolish the entire Jiming Temple again.

"Sir, you haven't paid yet."

The boss saw that Murong Tiankui was leaving, chased him out and said.

"I'm sorry, I've drunk too much and I'm a little confused."

Murong Tiankui gave the money to the boss, and remembered the scene when he drank with the old monk and the three of them. I don't know what the mysterious old lady does, and I don't know where she is now. However, judging from his first impression of the old lady, he felt that she would definitely not be simple, and she should live longer than the old monk.

Su Hetu came home very late, vomited twice, and had to wake up a little, and when he got home, he couldn't sleep at all.

"Hey, this woman is really troublesome."

Su Hetu breathed a sigh of relief and said, in fact, he didn't know that there were more troublesome things waiting for him tomorrow.

Su Hetu rummaged through the bookcase, because he really couldn't find a book he hadn't read. Just as he was turning to the bottom, a very worn book fell out.

It was already covered with dust, and out of curiosity, Su Hetu took it out, blew it with his mouth, and wiped the dust with his hands.

On the cover of the book are written two traditional Chinese characters "Mist". Looking at the name, it should be a novel, but I don't know what kind of novel it is.

They say that the unloved in the floating life is called the transit of the passing year, and you are the transit station of my life. It is the temporary warmth after the trajectory is broken, like the old summer in the old alley, the black hair in the girl's arms, the crazy love of the moment but finally can't keep and can't get, and when everything is back on track, I will leave, you will leave......

The old summer in the old alley

Black cat in teenage girl's arms

The packaging of memories has faded

Leave the floating life to be well

The streets we used to walk

A sign of love around the corner

Youth carved by time

In the end, you are more important

I have never loved you with my life

You've never put your promises at ease

But sigh

More than 1,000 degrees is porcelain, and it is worth a lot of money after a hundred years

Promises are too thin on blank paper, and they are worthless after expiration

Wandering trajectory, love and hate

Empty dreams of Nanhua in a moment

Sansheng Die flew next to the bridge

How can I let go of the vanity of this life

A love, sigh on both sides, what to say

The snow fell, but no one was there, and it collapsed

The blue and white who have not entered the earthly world are speechless in this life and this life

talked about the promise of a blank paper, and the bones collapsed in an instant

Why be so stoic, there are no tears if you want to cry

Guarding the memory, but the pillow in the cup is cold

This period of loneliness floats around, and the passing years have cut off the warmth

Forget that there is no complete love story

At the beginning, Su Hetu felt sad to see it, and he always wrote about the old things in the ancient alleys in his mind. It seems that he has become a dying old man, and he can't extricate himself from those poignant loves.

Su Hetu couldn't stand it anymore, and his originally beautiful mood was desolate in an instant.

Su Hetu put his hands behind his head, stretched out comfortably, threw away distracting thoughts, and finally wanted to sleep.

Summer mornings always come quickly, and Su Hetu quickly jumped down from **. I ran into the bathroom and washed up and got ready to go to school.

Liu Jinlan cooked the meal early, and didn't ask Su Hetu what he was doing last night. After all, in her heart, Su Hetu seems to have grown up and matured enough to begin to have her own **.

Looking back, it seems that he has grown up before he has time to look at the Su River map. It's a little sad that my mother has failed to do it.

"Mom, I'm done. I went to school. ”

Su Hetu still picked up his schoolbag and went to school in the next sentence. The figure he didn't want to see reappeared at the entrance of the corridor on the second floor, and Su Hetu instantly burst out with the urge to turn around and run.

In fact, Wu Mingyue noticed Su Hetu as soon as he entered the school gate, but he was embarrassed to keep staring. Seeing the change in Su Hetu's facial expression, Wu Mingyue couldn't help but be angry, is she so terrible.

Helplessly, Su Hetu felt that he didn't look like a student at school at all, and it was not a good thing to be late and absent from class for three days, so he went upstairs.

The boys in their class, led by Huang Mao, stood in a row early, all of them looking down at Wu Mingyue's legs. In fact, according to Su Hetu's time to get up, he will never be late, but Su Hetu will always go to the garden to meditate for a while and think about some issues that are not his age should be considered. So every time I was late, the teachers at school seemed to be used to it. Besides, with Director Wu there to check it, they were all embarrassed to say anything.

They found a strange phenomenon, in the first few days when Director Wu was away, no one was late except for Su Hetu. Wu Mingyue is here today, but there are more lates.

"You all go back first, and write me a letter of guarantee when you go back."

Wu Mingyue looked at Su Hetu, who was slowly going upstairs, and said to Huang Mao. A few people had no choice but to go back to the classroom happily, and it was estimated that the guarantee they had written could be bound into a thick book.

Su Hetu saw that Huang Mao and the others had all gone in, and he wanted to go back to the classroom directly.

"Su Hetu, you wait a minute. Tell me, why are you late today? ”

Wu Mingyue pretended to be serious and said.

"When I crossed the street, I saw an old lady, didn't the school always teach us to learn from Uncle Lei Feng, so I helped the old lady cross the road. You also know that the old man is getting old and his legs are not good, so it takes a lot of time. ”

Su Hetu said righteously, Wu Mingyue didn't know that he was making up nonsense.

"Oh, you're very conscious. That's good, when the school meets in the afternoon, I will praise you in front of the whole school, and by the way, let the whole school learn from your spirit. ”

Wu Mingyue said with a smile, looking at her expression, she really thought she believed it.

"Ahem...... Then you don't need to. Uncle Lei Feng never left a name for doing good deeds, so I did my best and didn't need such fanfare. It's better to keep a low profile, yes, to keep a low profile. ”

Su Hetu coughed twice and said embarrassedly. If it is really like Wu Mingyue said, he will be embarrassed by then.

"Well, this week happens to be the school's Civilization Week, of course, you have to be a role model."

Wu Mingyue didn't seem to have the intention of letting go of Su Hetu, but Su Hetu noticed that she was wearing the watch she gave yesterday on her hand. It was a good match, as if the watch should be on her hand. (To be continued.) )