The car was driven into the campus crookedly by Xiao Ying. As soon as the car stopped, before Xiao Jian could get out of the car and open the door for Yun Meng, Yun Meng had already gotten out of the car quickly, turning the corner of the building quickly, and flying away like a butterfly.

Xiao Jian looked at Yun Meng's back in a daze, and was dazed.

"Brother!" Xiao Ying was angry, and she shouted loudly. She is a smart girl, and she can see that Xiao Jian's soul is unwilling, absent-minded.

Xiao Jian came back to his senses, he got out of the car, opened the door handle and stretched out his hand to Xiao Ying, Xiao Ying turned his head angrily. Xiao Jian pretended to leave, but she hurriedly came down and grabbed Xiao Jian's arm fiercely.

When he came to the principal's room, Xiao Jian sat down on the chair in a daze, as if he had suddenly been drained of his soul, and sat there stunned. Xiao Ying watched in amazement as Xiao Jian changed from his eagerness and spirit just now to indifference and coldness all over his body. She was a little puzzled, a little confused, and at the same time there was a hint of abruptness and clarity.

It was the girl who aroused his enthusiasm and vitality, it was the girl who influenced his spirit and emotions, it was the girl who occupied his soul and his whole heart. That's why he was so determined to leave the headquarters and come to this small school, that's why he tricked her into going to the countryside, and he disappeared for seven days in a daze. will not belong, absent-minded.

But, isn't she Xiao Ying good enough? Isn't it as good as that humble girl? No, she is more lively and cute than that girl, nobler than that girl, richer than that girl, and can help Xiao Jian more than that girl.

So no, Xiao Jian is so smart, he should be able to understand better that choosing a lover is not only to have feelings, but also to see who is more beneficial to his life. He may be just because he has never had formal contact with a girl, he is just curious about women, and after all, no one has found out about himself, and he is still hindered by the so-called brother and sister relationship, so as long as everything is clear, Xiao Jian can be rightfully close to him, and this woman is no longer a problem. Xiao Ying calculated in her heart, and decided to go back and tell her father that she had done her marriage with Xiao Jian earlier.

Thinking about it, she turned around and wanted to go home, when suddenly she saw the library that was separated, and curiosity drove her, and she walked in.

The room is like a neat study, with white bookcases, white chairs, white coffee tables, white wallpaper, and white snowflake patches on the wallpaper. It's like a simple white world here. On the newly bought desk is a computer, next to which is a framed portrait of a girl with her face upturned and snowflakes, the light on the painting is a little dim, and it is clear that the time of the painting is dusk. There is a beam of light obliquely shining on the girl's face, showing the girl's face clearly on the screen. Xiao Ying picked up the photo frame and looked at it. Suddenly, she realized something, and her brow furrowed. Then she lifted the frame and slammed it to the ground. Hearing the sound, Xiao Jian rushed in, and when he saw the debris all over the ground, Xiao Jian's heart was pinched by something, he couldn't help but make a move, and with a "snap", Xiao Ying's face was tilted to the side.

"You, you beat me, you paint her, you still beat me!" Xiao Ying suddenly understood everything, she trembled and retreated, retreated to the door, ran a few steps and turned back to pick up the portrait on the ground, and rushed out of the door.

"Little Shadow!" Xiao Jian chased out, he thought about where Xiao Ying was going, and he chased after him.

Yun Meng got out of the car, and quickly bypassed the teaching building as if he was escaping, came to the dormitory area, and walked into his dormitory. Yun Zhe was not there, she sat on the bed, stupid and in a daze. In this silent space, her thoughts wandered as she spread her hands and let her fingertips run over her hair, the corners of her eyes, her cheeks, her shoulders, and her fingertips. It's like Xiao Jian's hand sliding over. Because these places had retained Xiao Jian's temperature and Xiao Jian's breath, she wanted to write them down. Then, then say goodbye to them. Tears flowed down her cheeks. She caught it and clutched it to her chest.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Xiao Ying rushed in, followed by Xiao Jian.

What's wrong? How did they come here. How could their expressions be so strange------- first Xiao Ying's anger and Xiao Jian's concern. Then the two of them looked behind Yun Meng almost at the same time, and in surprise, Xiao Ying looked disdainful and disdainful. Xiao Jian's face was pale, and his expression was painful and desolate.

What's wrong? What happened?

She turned around, and he saw Yun Ming coming out of her quilt shirtless. Yun Meng had been immersed in his thoughts, and when he entered the house, he didn't find anyone lying on his bed.

Yun Meng was stunned, and then he was dizzy and almost collapsed. A pair of strong hands held her waist, and she stood. She saw Xiao Jian's eager, confused, anxious and painful eyes, and he asked in a voice that made people tremble, "Who is he?" ”

Who is he? He was shirtless, so brazenly covered in her quilt.

"Who do you say he is, who do you say he is under her nose and in her quilt." Xiao Ying yelled angrily.

Yun Meng shook her head, she wanted to explain, but something was more in her throat. She wanted to kick Yun Ming out, but she was soft and didn't have any strength.

"Who is he?" Xiao Jian asked again.

"Who is he?" He asked again, and his gaze was like a torch, burning others and himself.

"You did everything possible to get here for such a woman, and everything you did was for such a woman." Xiao Ying waved his hand, and the portrait slapped Yun Meng's face.

Yun Dream said ------ no. But she wanted to cry without tears, and she wanted to complain without words. She saw the suspicion in Xiao Jian's eyes, and saw the contempt in Xiao Ying's eyes. She felt a humiliation, a humiliation of personality. It made her think about her own identity, her status. Her self-esteem was stinged, and then it turned into a rebellion, a wordless rebellion. She looked directly at Xiao Jian.

"Go away!" Xiao Jian yelled at Xiao Ying; "I want her to say!" His eyes were like fire, burning towards Yunmeng's eyes. Suddenly, a noble pride appeared in Yunmeng's watery eyes, which was an indescribable holy temperament, which made people feel as sacred and inviolable. It was a kind of remoteness, a kind of remoteness that rejected people thousands of miles away. His heart was stung and shaken by this remoteness, and he couldn't help but let go of his hand.

"No wonder you run away, no wonder you dodge, no wonder you refuse me thousands of miles away······" He said hatefully, and then raised his hand, but in the end he only drew a long arc in the air, and he walked out of the house without looking back.