September 5th.

Saturday.

Admission day for freshmen of H University in City B.

Fang Bingqing sat by the window on the right side of the train, holding the mobile phone with five fingers in his right hand and sticking it to his ear.

"Qingqing, I put some of your favorite Dingsheng cakes, Qingtuan and sister-in-law cakes in your box last night." The voice on the mobile phone came from Fang Bingqing's mother, Xing Hanliu.

"Mom, didn't I tell you not to take it? There is everything here, and I can buy it whenever I want to eat it. ”

Fang Bingqing looked helpless.

Her voice was clear and cold, giving people a faint coolness in this warm season.

"How can I buy it outside as delicious as my mother's own handmade." Xing Han chattered, "When you go to school, remember to give Xiaoran and poems to them." ”

"Got it." Fang Bingqing finally withdrew his gaze from the window.

The small face under the long black hair was completely exposed to everyone.

The light eyebrows are like autumn water, and the jade skin is accompanied by a light breeze.

That's what she's so stunning.

"Qingqing, you heard my mother say that City B is a big city, although it looks prosperous, but there are many hidden bad guys. You're a girl, you have to pay attention to safety at all times when you go out, you know? ”

"Rest assured, I'm safe." Fang Bing cleared his eyelashes, and the tear mole under the corner of his right eye was very eye-catching.

In the end, he was very worried and instructed: "You should take care of yourself at home, and if someone comes to the store to make trouble again, you must call me." ”

"Okay." Xing Hanliu smiled.

The two of them were chatting like this when they heard the news of the arrival of the train on the radio.

"Mom, I'm going to get out of the car, hang up first."

"Well, stay safe and be careful with things." Xing Hanliu made a final instruction.

After Fang Bingqing hung up the phone, he got up and walked to the aisle, raising his hand to get his suitcase.

With a height of 168cm, you can reach the luggage rack on tiptoe slightly.

Floral dress, whiteboard shoes.

Ten fingers are slender, soft waist and tender arms.

No one could believe that such a clear girl could carry the bulging 32-inch suitcase above.

"Beauty, I'll help you." A white-looking oil-headed man squeezed over next to him, rubbing his hands and planning to send charcoal in the snow.

"No thanks."

Fang Bingqing stretched out his long arm, grabbed the handle of the suitcase with his right hand, and supported the bottom of the suitcase with his left hand.

"Hey, seeing that you look so thin, your strength is not small."

The oil-headed man looked surprised.

Fang Bingqing didn't answer, he directly pulled the suitcase, carried his backpack and got out of the car with the flow of people.

She has a cold temperament and has never been very fond of socializing with people.

Xiaoran and Shishi in the mouth of Fangcai's mother Xing Hanliu are the only two deep friends she has made in the past 19 years.

The oil-headed man didn't intend to let Fang Bingqing go, and quickly squeezed through the crowd and came to her side again.

"What's your name, beauty?"

"What are you doing in City B? Go to school? ”

Come to City B... Do what?

This question swirled in Fang Bingqing's mind, and 'Teng' suddenly brought out a conversation hidden in the depths of his memory.

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"Who are you?" Ten-year-old Fang Bingqing was wet and stared at the middle-aged man in front of him with wide eyes.

"Little girl, do you want to be stronger?" The middle-aged man didn't answer the rhetorical question.

"Yes... Are you as good as you are? Can I protect my mom and myself? ”

"Good boy, as long as you want, you can." The middle-aged man squatted down, his gaze parallel to that of ten-year-old Fang Bingqing.

"My mom said that there is no such thing as a free lunch." Ten-year-old Fang Bingqing was cautious.

"Haha..."The middle-aged man smiled heartily, "Don't be afraid, I will teach you everything I know, you just need to help me in City B after going to college." ”

"If you want, you must do what I say in the future, and don't ask much about other matters."

"If you don't want to, then you and I have never met."

"I..." ten-year-old Fang Bingqing hesitated for a few seconds, and finally nodded: "As long as I don't do bad things, I'm willing." ”

"Okay, from today on, I will be your master."

"As for who my surname is, you will naturally know when you come to City B in the future."

“...”