The next day, still in the distance, at 6:30 in the Xingyue Academy, with the cold of the night that had not had time to fade, opened his eyes to the sky.

Like silk, the clouds flowed slowly from the hands of the early morning, and the clouds had been frozen overnight in the winter night, almost forming ice crystals, and now they had come back to life in the sun, melting, and becoming alive. The dead are alive and well, but unfortunately, the school during the holidays is not rejuvenated by such a beautiful scenery, and it is still deserted.

The lively and happy atmosphere of the Spring Festival did not spread to Xingyue Academy, teachers and students basically went back to reunite with their families, and the number of people who stayed in Xingyue Academy may be less than double digits.

The park's frozen ponds are still cold, and in the faint sunlight, the ice doesn't even reflect neatly shaped spots of light. A piece of ice arced through mid-air, and instead of causing ripples like a stone thrown into the water in the summer, it slammed into the ice solidly, making a "click" sound, breaking into two pieces, one large and one small, and gliding on the ice in different directions for some distance.

The ice-thrower sat bored on a park bench, spreading out a half-read copy of the Fairy Tale Book with a pen in the middle of the page as a bookmark. The bookmark proved to be very useful, and when the cool breeze blew, the pages were turned over a few pages, and only the pen was stubbornly stuck on the number of pages the reader read.

The wind was blowing, whispering in the ears of the clear sky.

"Really? Thank you. Sure enough, Clear Sky was talking to the ghost.

The next second, Clear Sky stood up, half-closed the fairy tale book, carried it to the back of the bench, squatted down, and hid in the dark lattice formed by the few planks of the bench.

Soon the ghost was blown by the wind and brought news for her.

I heard a sound of footsteps approaching, and gradually, I came to a place within 3 meters of the clear sky.

At this time, the clear sky came out of the dark grid, stood up and shouted to the person in front of him: "Surprise! ”

Yan Yan was taken aback when he saw a person suddenly appear on the originally empty park path, and subconsciously stood still.

"You've been hiding from me for days." Clear Sky changed from his usual easy-going and pointed out sharply, as if he didn't intend to give him even a millimeter of steps.

"Nope." Yan Yan said mechanically, maybe he wanted to try to meet the clear sky, but in the end he didn't succeed, and he deviated from a small angle, just staggering her eyes.

"There's something I'd like you to help with." Qingtian didn't mean to dwell on this topic, so he took out a small square translucent sheet from the pocket of his down jacket and handed it to Yan Yan. The latter hesitated for a moment, then took it and looked at it, although his expressionless face did not change much, but changed to a sharper look.

"Where did it come from?" He gently pinched the edge of the slice, held it up to his eyes, and rotated it at several angles to take a closer look.

"Is this a stereo?" Clear Sky directly ignored his question and asked, "There are no parameters on it, I described its appearance and searched the Internet for more than 20 pages, and the most suitable result was the flaky mint." ”

Yan Yan turned the small slice around several times, as if to confirm its authenticity, and after a long time, he finally identified its identity: "SG-2A, developed by Huizu in July last year, does not plan to mass produce so far." ”

"Oh?" Hearing this, Clear Sky thought thoughtfully, "Don't plan to mass production?" ”

"This speaker also functions as a bugger and is not intended to be mass-marketed."

"That's what your little secret told me?" Clear Sky asked seriously.

The other person gave her back the stereo, "if it hadn't been ...... Steal it, I won't say. ”

Qingkong stared at the small slice in his hand without blinking, obviously understanding the meaning of his words: "Okay, when I know who did it, I will notify you as soon as possible, and you can tell your Hui elders." ”

Yan Yan nodded and continued along the road to the park.

"Wait." Clear Sky stopped him. But he didn't look back. Then, the topic of Clear Sky suddenly came to mind: "I heard that you have a younger brother. ”

"Yes."

"How old is he?"

"Ten years younger than me."

"So you're ...... this year? I'm sorry. Qing found out that something was wrong in the middle of the chat, but apologized calmly without embarrassment, "I'm leaving, bye-bye." ”

Then Qingkong clutched the fairy tale book with his left hand, waved his right hand at the ghost that Yan Yan couldn't see, smeared oil on the soles of his feet, and slipped away, leaving a classmate of the Hui clan and a quiet and honest ghost messy in the wind. You know, asking the age of a Hui is not respectful.

Soon, she returned to the dormitory, and when she entered the door, she found a blank piece of paper on the coffee table in the living room. Take a closer look, it is a note, elegant and delicate, at first glance, it is from the pen of Liuliyuan:

Ajiao is coming, I'll pick her up. You may not see me all day.

"Huh?" Clear Sky raised his eyebrows, glanced at the clock by the window, and looked, seven twenty.

Oh, oh, today's first day of the Lunar New Year, Xingyue Academy is as empty as a factory with a big package, and there is no one else to talk to, so it seems to be a rather boring day.

Clear Sky shook his head, went back to the house and sat down at his desk, spreading out the fairy tale book.