Che Song River walked along the wide and straight, tall cement road of the campus on both sides to the junior high school teaching building.

During the summer vacation, the campus was very empty, and occasionally there were faculty members who walked by in a hurry, and it was natural that they cast questioning glances at her who had never met her.

She looked around as she walked, hiding a little unrest and apprehension in her heart, I don't know if it was because of the strangeness of not setting foot in this place for a long time, or because of the not-so-beautiful experience of being a student.

Walking along the cement road, you will pass a small playground, where the warm wind blows, and the tall trees make bursts of noise, with the fragrance of grass and trees.

Unlike the open and crowded environment of the city, it adds a sense of closeness to nature. There are many facilities on campus that evoke nostalgia for the past, such as small fountains, basketball hoops, flagpoles, running tracks, and flower beds.

Walking unhurriedly, the teaching building was already 100 meters away.

The plane trees along the road on the right are thick and dense, and the sun is looking down on the top of the head, but most of them are covered by the leaves of the lush plane trees, and the heart is unwilling to cast the mottled light and shadow of the shadows, and the footsteps are accompanied by the warm wind stepping on the flickering light and darkness on the ground, and the light between the foreheads is dazzling and hidden, teaching people to be fascinated.

Che Songhe closed his eyes, feeling that his body was extremely light and his mind was particularly transparent. In order to calm down the panic in my heart, I delayed the trip for a short time and rested under the trees in the thick shade.

Walking down the stairs of the teaching building in a hurry, the figure is long, thin, and the pace is fast, as if he is in a hurry.

The brim of the black baseball cap is pressed very low, so if you don't look up, you can only see the road under your feet.

She found him.

His sleek and agile gait is hard not to spot in a near-empty environment, as if he had been professionally trained, and his walking posture is slightly different from that of ordinary people.

His skin was not white, but the color of a healthy fit for frequent outdoor activities, and his cheeks and chin were covered with very short, barely visible stubble, and his eyes were completely invisible, and he was tightly obscured by his hat.

He wears a white crewneck cotton base layer, a black summer thin rain jacket, and khaki pants.

She stood about a hundred meters below the stairs and stared at his face without moving, and the other man slowed down, but did not look up or speak.

"Che Song River!" Just as she was about to pass by, a shout suddenly came from high above her head, interrupting many of her rising speculations.

"Ahh She haphazardly agreed. His eyes did not take his eyes off the man in front of him. Her mouth was a little dry in the sun, and her legs and feet were fluttering.

"What are you looking at?" The person who called her asked.

She frowned and looked up. Because of my myopia, I squinted my eyes and looked closely. By the time someone is found to see their faces clearly, time has passed.

The person standing by the guardrail on the second floor of the teaching building seemed to be Han Chengyu.

"Why are you here?" She asked, looking at him.

"I'll ask you to come." The other party was a little dumbfounded when asked.

"Come up, second floor." He raised his hand and beckoned to her.

When she lowered her head, ready to look at the man in a baseball cap next to her again, the original position was empty.

The body collapsed in an instant like a ball punctured by a sharp weapon. Looking around, there was no trace.

"What about people?"

"Who?" Han Chengyu saw that she was stunned, so she had to go downstairs by herself, and this would be walking to her side.

He wore a black-and-white checked shirt and narrow-legged suit pants today, accompanied by the faint scent of shampoo soap.

"The guy I bumped into just now, tall guy with a black hat?"

"You're alone." He replied, "No one else." He was adamant.

How is this possible? This is absolutely impossible. A big living person in broad daylight, can she be wrong? She didn't believe a word of what he said. If he hadn't called her all the time, how could she have let people slip away.

When she was full of doubts, she suddenly remembered the backpack she was still carrying, and with an idea, she quickly took it off and put it on the ground.

She squatted down, took out a sketchbook and pencil from her backpack, sat on the ground, and skillfully erased the lines on the notebook with the pencil.

"He, did you see that?" She held the sketchbook in her hand and turned the picture side towards him, and asked with her index finger firmly on her head, her face anxious.

"It's really good," Han Chengyu took a serious look at it, and said sincerely, "However, most of your painting is occupied by a hat, and no one can recognize it by your chin and mouth alone, right?" ”

"How do you know that the painting is good, as you said, can you see it by just half a face?" She looked at him with a sharp gaze.

When Che Songhe sat on the ground and was busy painting, Han Chengyu squatted down in order to make the picture of the two staying together more coordinated, which made his legs feel a little numb, so he stood up and twisted his body by pressing his legs, and moved for a while.

The questioning tone she threw earlier really made him feel a little depressed. After stretching his limbs, he sat down on the ground with his legs crossed.

His skin was not only fair but also delicate, and at this time it was slightly reddened by the ultraviolet scorching.

"Yes, some back paintings are also very good." He pretended to be relaxed.

"Yes." She rolled her eyes. "But I can't explain it."

Her eyes were shining with a sharp and intelligent light at the moment.

Assuming she could tell which direction the man was going, she would have had no doubt to follow.

In addition to the staircase, the exterior wall of the school building, and a large empty playground, there is no trace between the words, which is incomprehensible.

"Well, not really. Never seen before. ”

Che Songhe pondered hard, his eyes were blurred, and he did not move. Her mind was racing, aggregating and analyzing the possibilities of her concerns.

Time passed minute by minute, and Han Chengyu thought, do the two of them want to sit like this for an afternoon?

He stood up with his hand on the ground, and stretched out his hand to her in a chic manner, "Let's go, take you to go shopping." ”

Che Songhe didn't catch the kindness of trying to pull her, she didn't forget to dust off her pants with her hands while getting up by herself, and sighed, "Alas, forget it, people obviously walked away on purpose." ”

Annoyed, he carefully closed the painting in his hand and took it back to his backpack.

She took two steps behind him. "Is he Xu Langxing?" She asked in a whisper.

"It's not."

"You don't see how anyone knows it's not."

"He didn't come. He said he couldn't come, and it would be too late to inform you later. ”

Che Songhe felt a bad feeling in his heart. She pouted, "You said he would come." ”

"I think so."

"What is the reason, didn't you say?"

Han Chengyu looked at her questioning face and shook his head, "I didn't say it." ”