Changwu locked herself in the room, she opened the closet door, walked to a chrysanthemum yellow dress, pushed the skirt to the right, revealing a small door, and twisted the key she forgot to take last night.

Walking in and feeling the position of the light, no one would have imagined that there was a dark room in the room, and from the outside, this position was a thick wall.

When Changwu was twelve years old, he took advantage of his parents' absence to design it himself and secretly let people build it.

Usually practice and learn some dangerous things in this enclosed space, there are sandbags, equipment, wood, carving tools, glass-burning tools, ceramic tools, etc.

This is her secret space.

That man is everywhere here.

It's her fanatical persistence.

It's where she imprisons her love......

Fourteen years.

Changwu sat on the only chair, and there was a mahogany table in front of him, and there were all kinds of miscellaneous things on it.

She suddenly took out the unfinished wood carving from the drawer, and completed the prototype, delicate image......

Changwu picked up the blade, she couldn't do it for a long time, she was afraid of ruining the edges and corners, her fingers curled up tightly, and then she picked up the half of the wood on the side like a demon, and made a rough knife, with the humanity in her mind, carved his face and his arms......

Today's progress, she should be content, but the flame of greed is generated, and it is out of control.

Her breathing was getting heavier, her heart was breathing, the flames burning in the depths, burning her skin, her expectations.

No! Changwu shook off the blade and wood, shook off the terrible blankness in his mind, and gently stroked the red panda.

The man told her that we are partners and cannot give unilaterally......

Changwu calmed down for a long time, and his empty eyes were clear in an instant, and he walked out of the dark room.

Yan Ya.

Don't lie to me.

"Take a good class, and take you to eat something delicious at noon." Yan Yajun's face was soft, his ink eyes were full of long figures, and the black suit set off his temperament against Ling Ran.

Changwu nodded, got out of the car, held the book, and walked forward without looking back.

In the past month, Yan Ya has done what he said, partner, understand, and give. On the other hand, Yan's Group has gradually stabilized, and its trend has far surpassed that of Yang's.

Changwu raised his head and almost bumped into Xu Hefeng who came out of the classroom.

"Senior sister!" Xu Hefeng greeted gently, "By the way, senior sister, Master is looking for you and asked you to go to Class A to find him." ”

"Okay, thank you." Changwu changed direction without thinking.

Class A took her to it once, and she was familiar with the road and arrived soon.

Gu Confucius is lecturing on Western philosophy, Aristotle's thoughts. Changwu entered through the back door, sat in the last row, and raised his concentration, sound.

This is the most basic respect, not to mention that although Gu Fuzi's class is old-fashioned, it is rigorous and to the point, which is very worth listening to.

"Who will say Aristotle?"

Gu Fuzi's question, no one dared to answer, and no one could afford to be scolded for his lack of dignity.

Changwu didn't want to speak, but Gu was asking her questions.

had to stand up under the self-mourning of everyone, and sure enough, he received a large number of savior-like eyes.

"I personally believe that the philosophical system founded by Aristotle stems from his education, the influence of his father, including his path of study, which was widely learned, and most of it was practiced in his later escapades, but a small part was too different, and there were divisions in his thoughts, astronomy, physics, etc., he was a very good academic thinker, and I admire him. But no one is perfect, and those who have studied him know it, so I won't say more, as latecomers, it is the duty of scholars to correct extreme mistakes in advance of exploration. ”