Many girls came to inquire under the banner of concern, but Jiulan Crack ignored anyone.

What Jiu Lan Crack really wants to reason, but he has always "only read the books of the sages." ”

It's like an honest and rigid talent, who learns as if he is always ready to go to Beijing to catch the exam.

Another afternoon of self-study.

The teachers weren't there, the classrooms were noisy, the men were playing games and watching the e-sports live broadcast, and the girls were getting together in twos and threes to discuss cosmetics, the latest nice clothes, or all kinds of entertainment gossip.

In a corner of the classroom, it was very quiet.

Jiulan slept on her desk, the sunset outside the window slanted in, and a faint afterglow shone on the young man's back, his hair was fluffy and exuding a golden halo.

In my ears is the sound of writing brushes.

Jiulan Crack slowly opened his eyes, and he turned his head to look at the girl next to him.

The girl lowered her head and wrote, her eyes were focused, her thin lips were slightly pursed, and her gaze was focused.

The girl's side face was delicate and soft, and a strand of hair fell to her ear, blown by the wind.

The girl in her studies is so serious that she can't see anywhere else.

Jiulan turned her face sideways, looked at her with dark eyes, and before she knew it, she had been watching for a long time.

On weekends.

An Xiaoli set off early as always and went to the children's park to work part-time.

In the locker room, the girl dressed in gray doll clothes and walked out with a hood in her arms.

When she reached a crowded place, the girl put the rabbit hood on top of her head, and then walked forward holding hands with another girl dressed as a small squirrel.

It's small, cute, and cute.

Behind.

Outside the gate, a tall and thin young man dressed in black, wearing a hat and a mask, stood in place, his dark eyes reflecting the girl's back.

The janitor at the door looked at him vigilantly with suspicious eyes several times, for fear that he was coming to rob.

The young man suddenly walked over and asked, "How much?" ”

"Young man, you're going to come here to play?" The uncle asked in a thick Tianjin dialect.

Jiu Lan was silent and asked again.

The eyes in those masks are deep and beautiful.

"I said, boy, you really want to come here to play, it's for children."

The boy nodded.

Against the strange sights of countless adults and children around.

Uncle heyed, I didn't expect this young man to be quite childlike.

"It's 260 pieces in total."

Jiu Lan took out his wallet, took three hundred and received the ticket, and was about to leave.

"Eh, don't go, young man, I haven't found any money yet!"

The old man shouted, but the young man walked very fast, and after a while he was far away.

"This loser boy ......"

The old man shook his head helplessly, as if he remembered something, and shouted desperately over the window: "Young man, be careful not to collapse the equipment inside, you will lose money-"

The back of the young man in the distance almost stumbled.

Many parents who were playing with the children around him all looked at him.

The corners of her forehead twitched under the brim of her cracked hat, and she quickly turned around and found a stall selling ice cream to hide.

"Hello, what do you need?" The stall owner asked, smiling, wearing a white uniform uniformed by the uniform of the amusement park.

Jiulan Crack raised his hand and lowered the brim of his hat, casually glanced at the catalog above his head, and then said in a low voice: "Incense, vanilla." ”

The stall owner was a very young girl, and the boy she met in front of her was young, but mysterious, and afraid of being discovered.