For the word fate, each of their encounters and encounters fully vividly demonstrates the possibility of unintentional overlap of small probabilities.

Feng Gu Qiao was noncommittal about this, she lowered her eyes, along with her emotions, and then she raised her head and smiled at him, "See you at that school." ”

As she turned, the wind lifted a strand of black hair from her ear, curling softly and slenderly in the neon lights of the street.

Nanwang stood in place, looking at her back gradually moving away, the curvature of the corners of her mouth widening wider and wider.

……

Wu Yanjue booked a plane ticket to San Francisco.

With Wu Fuyuan's help and some of the connections he had accumulated, the ticket was quickly delivered to him.

It was the closest flight to San Francisco.

In the economy class, Wu Yanjue looked out the window at the dawn that was about to break, and could imagine his father being furious when he found out that he was gone.

He has done too much to disobey his father.

The plane slowly flew off the ground in a rumble, the shiny high-rise sign on the ground quickly disappeared, the city became a corner of the atlas, the plane slowly rose into the clouds, and finally only Fang Yi was left with a faint light sea of clouds.

Wu Yanjue lowered his eyes, his fine bangs hung down on his forehead, his pale face was almost transparent under the full light of the plane, his chapped lips were lightly curled, and he slowly spit out a wordless ......

Quiet.

Feng Gu Qiao's insomnia all night was due to a high fever caused by the cold wind blowing outside today, and he slept all night in a rare groggy night.

It wasn't a good night's sleep after all, it was just the only night she hadn't woken up in the dark or cried.

Sweaty and sticky wrapped in silk pajamas, he kept talking in his sleep all night, which was worse than the high fever in Iwaki before.

Some people look rational and restrained, but there is a corner of their hearts that is as fragile as a piece of frosted glass, and the things that cannot be suppressed are piled up in their hearts, and they can't stand the ordeal, so they have to have a serious illness.

Bian Yisheng knocked symbolically twice, pushed open the door, and watched Feng Mu stay by Feng Gu Qiao's side for most of the night, and sure enough, her eyes were red.

"Auntie, go and rest, I'll guard An An here."

Feng Mu shook her head with her forehead, and tucked the corners of the quilt with her other hand, "It's okay, I'm guarding it, An An's fever hasn't subsided yet." ”

Bian Yisheng walked in directly, afraid of waking Feng Gu Qiao, and his voice was very low, "My uncle's phone called me, let me take over your shift, you go back and rest." ”

"How did he call you?"

Feng's mother complained helplessly, looked back at her daughter, got up after hesitating for a moment, and told Bian Yisheng uneasily: "You always check the thermometer at the head of the bed, her fever has not completely subsided, if the temperature is burning, hurry up and call me." ”

"Well, don't worry."

Feng Mu smiled slightly after hearing this, patted Bian Yisheng's shoulder, and then walked back step by step.

Waiting for the door to close, Bian Yisheng picked up the probe of the thermometer and touched it on Feng Gu Qiao's cheek, and the thirty-eight degrees Celsius immediately displayed on the LCD screen, Bian Yisheng sighed silently and took back the thermometer.

After trying the temperature of the wet towel on Feng Gu Qiao's forehead, Bian Yisheng frowned, picked up the towel and went to the bathroom to get wet and then wring it out, and applied it coldly to Feng Gu Qiao's forehead, and sneered coldly, "It's really a toss." ”

"Extended Sense... Wu Yanjue......"

A clear voice came out of his sleep, Feng Gu Qiao closed his eyes tightly, and his eyeballs under his eyelids turned unsteadily, obviously falling into some kind of dream.

Obviously, the person in her dream is Wu Yanjue, who is far away in the confinement of Rock City.