The golden autumn break in Farolan starts on September 1 and lasts for a month.

Wren thought it was a bit strange, it was supposed to be the day of school, but in another world, it turned out to be a day of vacation.

It's the evening of August 30th, the last day before his departure (the world has a fixed 30-day month).

On the sofa on the first floor of the villa, Keisha sat obediently on the side of the sofa, while Wren lay directly with the back of her head resting on her soft legs.

Keisha looked gentle and stroked his black hair with her hand.

Enjoying the service of the beauty, Wren said lazily: "No wonder people often say, gentle township hero mound, I am reluctant to leave for a few more days." ”

In the past ten days, Wren would go on a date with Keisha every day after school at noon, and the relationship between the two heated up sharply, and they were tired of being together every day.

He was now familiar with her, and his relationship with Keisha was only one last step away, piercing the layer - "window paper".

Pouting, Kaisha Yu pinched his ears with her fingers: "Come less, if you men win, you are wise and martial, and if you lose, you will directly dump the pot, saying that women are red and bad."

Why, it's not fair at all! One day, women will also achieve exactly the same social status as men! ”

"Hey, do you want to start another feminist movement?!" Wren asked with a little curiosity as he looked at her smooth chin.

In the middle of the Fifth Age, led by a few female saints, there was a powerful feminist movement in this world, thanks to which the status of ordinary women was greatly improved.

In the past, ordinary girls were not allowed to go to school, but now there are a quarter of female students in Bushen University.

"Can't you?" Keisha asked rhetorically, biting her red lip.

With a snap, he reached out and patted her plump buttocks, and Wren smiled and said, "As long as you don't look for a man behind my back, whether you want to be a queen or a goddess, I will support you." ”

With joy in her heart, she couldn't help but kiss his forehead and said softly, "Wren, thank you." ”

She had just tried to say something.

Pillowed on her thighs, Wren muttered: "Anyway, I'll leave tomorrow morning, thank me, can you help me warm my bed tonight?" "Remember the phone for a second, provide you with a wonderful novel, read it

"No, you weren't honest at all last night......" Thinking of last night's experience, Keisha blushed for a while, and she used her best willpower to not sink.

Wren was a little sorry that he couldn't really roll the sheets once before leaving, and become a real man.

He thought of something and asked, "There is a cultural salon tonight, do you want to go to it?" ”

He had met a silver-haired young man named Sidi who had given him an invitation on the evening of August 30 at Guzmán's house across the street.

"Heh, I can't see it, you're still a literary youth? I'm not going, I'm going to help you pack your bags at home. Keisha smiled and declined.

She makes an appearance in social situations and can easily cause trouble for Wren once recognized.

As we chatted, it was getting dark, and it was almost time to go to the meeting.

Wren sat up from her soft thighs, took her into his arms, and kept warm for a while before picking up the invitation, and under her watch, he went out the door.

Baron Guzmán's house was not far from Catherine's cottage, just across the street.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the night is sultry, Wren walks leisurely on the street, he is not a literary youth, it is okay for him to fight, poetry or something is not his specialty.

Now, even Tang and Song poems can still be memorized, except for "Silent Night Thoughts", of course.

At 7:30 p.m., he handed over the invitation and successfully entered the back garden of Guzmán's house.

The environment here is quite fresh and natural, the garden adopts a mixed layout, hedges divide the space, flowers and plants are dotted among them, mountains and stones are scattered scattered, and stacked stones imitate nature.

Illuminated by the colorful light of the landscape lights, the pool fountain gives a dreamlike feeling, as if you are in the midst of a magnificent landscape.

Some poets are gathering in the corner to talk about poetry, some painters are showing their paintings and inviting people to look at them, and some are holding manuscripts and inviting people to take their axes straight...... There are not many people, but the atmosphere is nice.

Wren sat on a stone bench with a glass of champagne in hand, drinking and having fun alone under a trellis that climbed into the sky.

He's not an artist, he's here to get some drinks, after all, he's going to drink the northwest wind tomorrow, and now he can drink a glass of wine.

The old goat hit the road a few days ago, and the plains of Pugni are said to be a good place for the dead.

"Do you often feel out of place in the world?" A gentle, magnetic voice rang out.

Wren looked at "Sidi", who had long flowing silver hair and looked so handsome that people were jealous, and the last time they met on the street, the two had a good chat.

He habitually said, "Yes, I often worry that my discipline is too high.

There's no way, I'm not good at this, arrogant, with a clean breeze on my sleeves, indifferent to fame and fortune...... So much so that they can't go along with the world. ”

Qu Yuan: The women are jealous of the rest of the moth, and the rumors say that the rest is good and prostitute.

Alves Sidi Abruscator smiled slightly, giving a warm, sunny and personable feeling.

His plump and handsome face was enough to make the little girl scream, and she said softly: "The last time we met, you gave me the feeling of being a wanderer in a foreign land, adrift, and now, it seems that I have a home." ”

"I've found my other half, and I don't feel like I'm alone anymore." Wren took a sip of champagne and replied.

"Really? Congratulations, but ......" Alves paused for a moment, looking at the moonlight in the sky, his voice a little erratic: "When you are in love, you feel as if you are in love with your partner, as if you are one.

But this is just an illusion, and after a long time, you will find that life is lonely, and it has nothing to do with whether you are in a sea of people or a wasteland. ”

Wren was slightly stunned and smiled dumbly: "Maybe you're right, everyone is an island. ”

A hint of remembrance flashed in Alves' eyes, and he thought of his long-dead human mother: "Wren, you should know that the races of demons, bloods, and werewolves can produce offspring between humans, although the probability is very low. ”

Alves' mother was a third-order female paladin who was once caught by a demon duke and humiliated and became pregnant.

Despite the long hesitation, she gave birth to the child and raised him to educate him with human values.

Alves slept, and that was more than a thousand years ago.

"What do you want to say?" Wren was confused.

Alves's voice was unfazed: "I want to ask you, is the half-blood offspring born of the combination of demons and humans considered humans or demons?" ”

Wren was stunned for a moment, frowned and pondered for a while: "I personally think that it depends on how he perceives his existence, but ......"

"But, according to popular belief, he's a demon! It is often said that don't care about the eyes of the world, just be your own.

However, we exist in this world, and we live in the cultural perceptions of the group and the evaluation of others. Alves said slowly.

He grew up under the care of his mother, he never killed a person during that time, lived according to the human way, he did not commit any crimes against the law.

But even so, in the eyes of the world, he is still a demon!

Wren, who didn't know his identity, sighed leisurely: "Yes, we all live in other people's evaluations and in the values of the public."

Moving bricks is discriminated against, but teaching is respected. Sweeping the streets keeps the roads tidy and arresting criminals maintains social stability, but can the cleaners be as respectable as the deacons of the 7th Bureau?

Therefore, isn't it just for a decent job that the world thinks of as a person who studies and struggles to sit in the office? ”

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