Gu Wenhao came to the driver's car this time, and when he got in the car, he still thought about Xiao Yi's last sentence just now, but he didn't know that the curvature of the corners of his mouth was getting bigger and bigger. Song Tingkai, who was only driving in front of him, was shocked, what happened to his young master? I guess I've never had a look like this before.

Thinking about sitting next to Xiao Yi just now and watching her fall asleep, he lazily curled up on the recliner, like a kitten, put away his claws, and closed his vigilant eyes, making Gu Wenhao feel that Xiao Yi who took off her disguise should be like this. Look at the book she held on her body, "The Art of War", this girl even reads this kind of book, but if you think about Yun Feng's tutor, you can understand, I don't know what kind of family can raise such a smart girl.

"Young Master..." Song Tingkai didn't know how many times he had called, something was really wrong with the young master today, there had never been such a time to lose his mind.

"Ah, what's wrong?" Hey, I finally heard you.

"Ershao, let's go back to the mountain or..."

"Have you got everything?"

"Well, I've got it all."

"Then let's go straight back to the ministry." Gu Wenhao lowered his head and rubbed his somewhat furrowed brows.

After eleven, it seems that everyone has entered into a busy life and work. Graduate programs are also on the official track. The relaxed undergraduate life is very uncomfortable for Chinese students who have just entered graduate school, but for Xiaoyi, who has studied abroad for four years, those courses and arrangements are really a piece of cake. In addition, for undergraduates, graduate students are no longer just going to school to study, doing projects, working part-time, and applying for design drawings from various large companies to prepare for entering the society after graduation.

In mid-November, there is a regular mid-term exam at C University, which is undoubtedly even worse for students who are already a little anxious. Yun Feng has been well-known in the industry because of the art exhibition before the eleventh, and I don't know what he has been busy with in the past month, although the phone calls to Xiaoyi have not decreased, most of them have been hung up in a hurry. In the bedroom, Zhao Ying is busy handing in all kinds of homework, Chu Xin is still a little dragon and can't see the end, she won't see her figure before 9 o'clock every night, Yuhan has been in a low mood for nearly two weeks since she came back from the eleventh holiday, Xiaoyi has no habit of inquiring into people's privacy, so she can only accompany her silently on the side, until recently, Yuhan's mood has turned around, and she has become a little ruffian again. School homework is not worth mentioning for Xiaoyi, so although it is much busier than in September, she still spends a lot of spare time in the café where she "listens to the rain".

Sitting on the "exclusive" seat of "listening to the rain", Xiao Yi was a little distracted thinking about some things recently. Although there is no tension from my friends and classmates, I have been somewhat affected, and although my mood is still calm, I always feel a little low. Autumn is high and refreshing, but it is the most sad and murderous. The weather cooled quickly, and autumn, as if it was coming in a blink of an eye, the original thin knitted jacket has been replaced by a woolen jacket.

It's been three months since I came back, and I still remember sitting in the restaurant with Xiaoman on the day I got off the plane, watching the girl outside hurrying by with a parasol. Now, looking at the scattered fallen leaves outside the window, although the golden autumn is brilliant, it is somewhat desolate.

"The autumn wind rises and the white clouds fly, the grass and trees fall yellow and the geese return to the south", write these words on the paper one by one, and read them gently. This was what Xiao Yi was most willing to do, and he always felt that it was a very pleasant thing to express his feelings in the verses of the ancients. You don't need others to know, just writing it down yourself is a way to vent.

"Yan Nangui." Reading these three words silently, I can be regarded as returning. Three months, how can it be so fast, close your eyes, as if you have just gotten off the plane, and still remember the bright mood and warm feeling at that time. Xiaoman, Mom and Dad, brother Yunfeng, Yuhan and Situ, and Gu Wenhao's smiling deep eyes, everything is like a movie. "Eleven" has not been in touch since that small gathering, it seems that laughing with that group of people is a matter of the previous life, and it turns out that he is really not a person from the same world.

"The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is happy and the king does not know." Looking at this sentence that I don't know when I wrote it on the paper, Xiao Yi faintly floated a little sadness out of the corner of his eyes.

Shaking his head, he looked at the sentence as if he was suddenly awakened, and seemed to realize that it was written by himself. In the past four years, even I wondered if I had forgotten the feeling of being moved, and wondered if there would be anyone in this world who would make me moved, but I suddenly found that when, that person, the person I had only met a few times, actually let myself have illusions about him? Is it that he is still too young to resist the easy teasing of people like him, or that his actions have misunderstood. For a month, there was not a trace of information, if it weren't for the fact that his brother was real, Xiaoyi would have to wonder if he had met a liar. But if you want to say that you are moved, it seems that you don't have it, if you don't think about it deliberately, you won't always think of him. Maybe this person is so good that it's hard to forget.

Sitting in his seat with the computer, he thought a little distractedly. Since that Wang Yifei four years ago, Xiao Yi has not allowed her heart to get out of her control. Although he is not a person with a strong desire to control, if he can't even control his own heart, what a sad thing it must be. And the first time you fall, you can say that you have no experience, but in the same place, you fall twice, is it not deserved?

That's it, he is not the only passer-by who has hurried away from his life. She is also the daughter of Du Kui and Tang Mengluo, and she still has this bit of backbone and arrogance.

Restraining her mood and finishing the last punctuation point of the essay on the history of Chinese painting, Xiao Yi breathed a long sigh of relief. It can be regarded as completing the homework of this rigorous old professor.

"Hum... Hum..." The vibration of the mobile phone startled Xiao Yi, who was still immersed in the paper, and hurriedly flipped it out to see, but it was rain.

"Hey, Yuhan."

"Honey, I'm going to, I'm going to be driven crazy by those professors. Where are you? The sound of the rain coming from the phone. Early this morning, this girl swore that she was going to the library with her schoolbag, saying that she would definitely finish Professor Qi's thesis in one day.

"I'm listening to the rain, are you back in the dormitory? Do you want me to bring you something to eat? ”

"Xiaoyi, why are you so good, you know what I'm going to do~~~ Bring me a pancake fruit and a bowl of cold skin."

"Got it, Miss Chen, it's so numb, spicy and vinegar, right?" Xiao Yi pursed her lips and laughed softly. Yuhan must put two eggs in the pancake fruit, one positive and one negative, and there must be fried dough sticks in it instead of authentic fruit, while the cold skin can only be eaten with an extra two spoons of hot sauce and sesame sauce. Thinking of this, Xiao Yi shook her head, what kind of quirk is this.

Back in the bedroom, Yuhan was lazily lying on the bed, humming weakly, Chu Xin was also eating takeout in the bedroom at this hour, which surprised Xiao Yi greatly.

"Dear Xiaoyi, you're finally back. At this time, you can go to 'listen to the rain' every day, we are all anxious, have you finished writing your paper on the history of Chinese painting? Hearing the sound of Xiao Yi coming back, Yuhan stuck her head out of the railing next to the bed and drooped.

"Well, it's almost, but I still have to change it, I don't want Professor Qiao to call him back and rewrite it."

"Ahh I'm going crazy, I didn't have that in my undergraduate. Yuhan looked up to the sky and shouted.

Chu Xin just finished eating the potato flour he called, looked up at Yuhan, who was on the verge of collapse, and chuckled twice, "So you can't do it, then how will you live in the future, I heard that this first semester can be regarded as the easiest, and the requirements will become stricter and stricter after that." ”

Yuhan seemed to have lost the strength to fight with Chu Xin, blinked her eyes, closed her mouth, and only stretched out her hand at Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi shook her head and put the things she bought into her hand, "You eat in bed, be careful of attracting insects." ”

"By the way, don't you think Zhao Ying has been a little strange lately? Every day I went out with a book and came back so late at night, telling us that I was going to the library, but there were a few times when I went to the library to look for her, but she was not there. Chu Xin packed up the things he had eaten, turned his head and said to Xiao Yi and Yuhan.

Xiao Yi was a little confused by her sudden change of topic, winked at Chu Xin, and turned her head to look at Yuhan, who could also eat pancakes and fruits.

Chong Xiaoyi rolled her eyes, with a look of "you are not angry", and said in a slurred voice: "Then she may go somewhere else to read." Yuhan clearly knows how to reply, so that the other party can automatically take the initiative to say what he wants to say.

"It's impossible, you can write a paper and come back at 10 o'clock in the evening with a spring breeze on your face. Look at you like this now. She, maybe she's got a boyfriend, should we cheat her. ”

After listening to Chu Xin's words, Xiao Yi shook her head in her heart, although the relationship between these two people is much better, but this is a plastic sister? Ay. Shaking his head, "I'm not interested. ”

It seems that her discovery has not been recognized by everyone, Chu Xin pouted, "When the time comes, let her boyfriend invite us to dinner." Yuhan and Xiaoyi laughed when they heard it, and said that if they really had it, it would be a must.

As if to confirm that Chu Xin's guess was wrong, Zhao Ying came back early tonight, and walked into the bedroom lightly before 7 o'clock. Perhaps after listening to Chu Xin's words, Xiao Yi looked at Zhao Ying who came back in a really good mood.

"Xiaoyi, congratulations." As soon as she entered the door, Zhao Ying said to Xiaoyi with a smile.