"What's wrong with him?" Some students asked out of concern or curiosity.

"Crazy." Zheng Shuguang replied.

After taking Wang Chengyou back to the dormitory, Zheng Shuguang put the bricks on Wang Chengyou's tabletop and commanded another classmate, and the two worked together to put Wang Chengyou on the chair.

After Wang Chengyou sat down, he squinted his eyes and gently patted the brick with his hand.

"Your hint is too tactful, I still don't know what to do next?"

"Get some sleep. Bricks will give you dreams. After Zheng Shuguang pushed the students who were helping out of the dormitory, he turned back to Wang Chengyou and said.

"Good idea." Wang Chengyou smiled. His eyes were as pure as a child, and his smile showed two points of stupidity.

Zheng Shuguang crossed his hands on his waist and shook his head at Wang Chengyou's back helplessly. He watched him climb onto the top bunk, and then heard a "boom" sound, and knew that it was Wang Chengyou who had fallen on the bed.

Hopefully he'll be back to normal after a sleep.

Zheng Shuguang turned off the headlights in the bedroom, turned on a small lamp, and stayed quietly in the bedroom.

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The car turned onto the north-south elevated highway, and the writer's hanging heart finally fell. He turned his head and smiled and said to Mo Yan, "Thank you." ”

Mo Yan, who was bitter and tasteless in his heart, was stunned: "Thank me for what?" ”

"You could have gone with him at that time, and I thank you for choosing to stay."

Mo Yan turned his face sideways and looked out the window. The brown glass reflected her tearful eyes: "It's just a sense of responsibility." ”

"You can also want love without a sense of responsibility."

The corners of Mo Yan's mouth twitched, and when she thought that at that moment she had failed Wang Chengyou and their love, she couldn't help but want to cry. Also, can she really be irresponsible as long as she loves? The answer is clear: no.

Without a wealthy family background, no good educational background, and no outstanding personal achievements, can you rely on a little more beautiful than the average person to convince Wang Chengyou's strong father? Forgive her for not being naïve enough to do that.

She can't live without this sense of responsibility, thanks to the weight of the writer, this is almost her only way out.

If she doesn't spell out something, what will she use to stand side by side with Wang Chengyou?!

At the moment, the only hope is that time flies faster, get on the plane early, land early, and call Wang Chengyou as soon as possible to explain her hardships. I believe Wang Chengyou will understand her.

Although a month is long, it is still bearable compared to a lifetime.

With this tenacious thought, Mo Yan secretly gritted his teeth, trying to behave very ordinary, and his tone was calm: "Do you think I have a choice?" ”

The writer couldn't answer. He glanced at Mo Yan again, and there was pity in his eyes. He blamed himself a little, and when he calculated Wang Chengyou, it would inevitably affect Mo Yan.

However, the arrow is ready to be sent and has to be sent.

This is his last chance. A month later, if Mo Yan and Wang Chengyou did not break up, he could only leave with regrets.

Gripping the steering wheel is like grasping the wheel of fate in the dark, and from now on, he will not be allowed to make the slightest mistake.

"I'm sorry I can't go with you today." The writer changed the subject.

"Understood. You also have your responsibilities. ”

"I will ask Mr. Fan to help you pack your luggage, and I will help you bring it over three days later on a business trip. What needs to be packed, you tell Mr. Fan yourself. ”

Mo Yan nodded. It happened in a hurry, and I went to Japan today, and a day later, I joined two other classmates and traveled to Japan with Kawabata's seniors.

This time, the younger generations were brought up to study in the form of a study tour, while looking at the architecture and living in the homestay and hotel, while touching the scene and teaching the design experience. This is also in line with the uninhibited character of Kawabata's predecessors.

The quota was determined so late that Mo Yan was so hurried that he didn't have time to pack his luggage, which was also related to Mr. Kawabata's uninhibited personality.

Perhaps, it is this freedom that makes his design inspiration like a bubbling spring, full but not dry.

Anyway, Mo Yan has nothing to complain about this month-long study tour.

In less than 3 hours, she can fly from Pudong International Airport to Haneda Airport. It is said that the person who picked up the airport had already found a place to stay in Tokyo that night. What Mo Yan was thinking about was to let the time pass faster, and it was best to fast forward to the plane as soon as it landed.

After driving for more than two hours, the T2 terminal of Pudong International Airport is in sight, and the writer who looks very calm on the surface is actually very turbulent inside. In terms of strategy, he needed to let Mo Yan out alone. Only in this way, when he arrives three days later, Mo Yan, who has experienced the inconvenience and neglect of a foreign country, will welcome him from the bottom of his heart.

In terms of emotion, how reluctant he was to let her face problems such as walking alone late at night, language barriers, and poor care.

Sometimes, a woman's kindness is destined to end badly. He could only continue to harden his heart.

At 2 o'clock in the morning Tokyo time, Mo Yan finally stayed in a tatami hotel after twists and turns. Mo Yan put his backpack on the tatami mat, sleepy, thinking that this time was equivalent to 1 o'clock in the morning Beijing time, and it seemed that it was inconvenient to call Wang Chengyou. As a last resort, I had to continue to stay up until tomorrow morning.

Who knows, the person in charge of the local reception of Mo Yan, out of making up for the flat tire of his car last night, came to the hotel early and waited to take Mo Yan to eat a traditional Japanese breakfast.

Grilled fish, natto, rice, miso soup. If you can't get enough to eat, the person who receives you also has a vegetable salad that you would like to recommend.

It was difficult to resist the enthusiasm, and Mo Yan had to follow.

In this case, it is naturally inconvenient to talk to Wang Chengyou on the phone. Mo Yan secretly hoped that Wang Chengyou would call, so that she would have a reason to talk on the phone. She is roaming through the world, and if Wang Chengyou calls her, she will definitely be able to get in touch.

What made Mo Yan uneasy was that there was no missed call from Wang Chengyou on the phone, and there was no word from Wang Chengyou in WeChat. On the contrary, it was Wenhao and Mr. Fan who sent her several messages asking for safety.

Come to think of it, Seungwoo is angry.

Endure, endure, endure until the end of breakfast, Mo Yan couldn't hold back any longer, and said to the local who was in charge of the reception, who basically didn't understand Chinese and stammered English: "Sorry, I need to make a phone call." ”

The local listened twice before confirming that Mo Yan was not trying to borrow his phone.

Mo Yan got up, went to the courtyard of the atrium of the hotel where there were few people, and began to call Wang Chengyou in front of some exquisite landscape plants.

Waiting for the time to connect, her heart pounded. Time is like a picture, frame by frame, changing extremely slowly. A small bee rests on a daisy, a clear stream falls from the copper spout, and a gust of wind blows the leaves, becoming a motionless sculpture in the vivid landscape world.

No one answered the phone.

Mo Yan didn't have the patience or the courage to dial a second time, so she dialed Zheng Shuguang's number instead.