The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the driver was given more money, so he made this trip.

In the end, I had no choice, so I cured it and went back to my home.

When Lin Zhiyuan woke up the next day, it was already noon.

The day after waking up with a hangover, he had a splitting headache.

Lin Zhiyuan looked around and realized that this was not his home, but his friend's house.

Lin Zhiyuan thought of what happened last night, and his heart seemed to have an extra black hole, expanding infinitely.

That hole hurt him every now and then.

My friend went to work and left him a note and a piece of clothing he could wear.

Lin Zhiyuan opened the curtains and looked at the outside covered in silver, and the whole world was snow-white.

The snow, which had been delayed for a winter, finally broke out after the beginning of spring.

Lin Zhiyuan went out after dressing, and there were no cars on the road at all.

He walked all the way back, and at this time the school had already opened, and when Lin Zhiyuan returned home, the house was clean.

Xie Yun was no longer there, and Lin Zhiyuan walked over to Xie Yun's room.

When she opened the closet, she saw that her clothes had been taken away, leaving only the clothes he had bought for her.

She bought it herself and took it all.

Lin Zhiyuan sat back on the bed weakly, looking at the empty room, as if no one had come at all, and he was free from beginning to end.

Lin Zhiyuan was lying on the bed, and the familiar aura on Xie Yun's body surrounded him, as if she had never left.

Lin Zhiyuan buried his head in the pillow, and finally couldn't hold back the tears in the corners of his eyes.

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This heavy snow was intermittent, and it fell for half a month, and the snow was originally beautiful, but when it fell like this, it became a disaster.

Many people froze to death in many places below, and the snow crushed the houses.

The students at the school are soliciting donations, and each class is registered with a list of students who are soliciting donations.

When Lin Zhiyuan went to the school to hand in the application forms for those assistants, he heard several students walking opposite whispering:

"Xie Yun in our class, she is very good-looking, I didn't expect to be so unsympathetic, everyone donated it, and she didn't pull out a dime."

Another person chimed in:

"Maybe it's because the family is poor, don't you see what she's wearing on such a cold day now? You ask someone to donate a dollar, maybe it's a week's worth of pickles. ”

"That's it, I see her eating steamed buns and pickles and drinking water all day long, I think she is the target of our poverty alleviation."

Several of them are rich girls, and they can't understand this kind of poor people who can't eat.

What's more, they are all the same age, this Xie Yun is good-looking, and he has become a thorn in the side of these dressed girls.

Although they don't do those harmful things, they are now enjoying verbal ridicule.

Lin Zhiyuan paused, his face was terrifying.

"Stop!"

Several girls were startled, and they were a little worried when they looked at Lin Zhiyuan.

"Teacher Lin, what's wrong?"

Lin Zhiyuan looked at them, clasped his hands tightly, and said for a while:

"In the future, I will have time to read more books and chew less on the root of my tongue behind my back."

A few girls didn't dare to say anything, so they responded resignedly, turned around and ran away.

After waiting for them to leave, Lin Zhiyuan kept thinking about what they said.

After the start of school, Lin Zhiyuan looked at the school and no longer taught freshman courses.

He's now in charge of researching new drugs, which he had been exposed to when he was in the exam before, so it's up to him now.

Usually he also lectures, but he started teaching Chinese medicine and no longer went to Western medicine.

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