Chapter IV

Coins are like leaves blown up by a strong wind, tumbling upwards and floating. But in his eyes, that coin was as terrible as a * that could not distinguish between friend and foe.

He closed his eyes, his palms were already sweating, and his body was shaking.

There was a crisp "ding" sound, the coin fell to the ground, and he groped in the corridor with his eyes closed, his hands trembling incessantly.

Suddenly, he felt a weight on his shoulder, and his body trembled slightly, and he turned his head away. found that Le Zheng Yixiao was standing behind him at some point, holding a rectangular brocade box in his hand, pressing him on his shoulder.

"Yixuan, go back when you're homesick." Niu Yixuan looked down at the ground, the coin was stepped on by Le Zheng Yixiao, he looked up at the brocade box pressed on his shoulder, and sighed uncontrollably, "I don't want to force you to do anything, it's just your inner feelings." You hate anyone forcing you to do anything by any means, so why should you experience pain from a coin? Do what you want, take the decision into your own hands, and don't be enslaved by others, even a coin, after all, only you are the master of your heart and torso, aren't you. ”

Niu Yixuan grabbed one end of the brocade box, jumped out of the window with the box on his back, and disappeared into the vast night.

Le Zheng Yixiao put his hand in his trouser pocket, faced the biting cold wind blowing in from the window, looked down at the coin under his feet, and snorted lightly. Picking it up from the ground, tucking it into his trouser pocket, and feeling the texture of the coin, he smiled softly, raised his hand to close the window, and turned back to his home.

In the dark night, Niu Yixuan carried the brocade box on his back and shuttled between the buildings, and the cold wind of the dragon water constantly threw the clothes into contact with his skin, but he did not feel the cold, because he seemed to feel the warm current that continued to seep out of the brocade box was constantly driving away the cold in his body.

suburbs

"Rustling ......" revealed a pair of murderous eyes in a dense canopy, vigilantly scanning everything around him, but when those eyes looked towards a villa in the distance, there was a trace of warmth and a trace of moisture.

The ancestral house of the Niu family

"Haven't slept yet?" Niu Mingguang poked his head in from outside the door and said.

"Hmm." Du Yao looked out the window with a sad face and sighed softly.

"Okay, don't think about him, let's get some rest." Niu Mingguang smiled slightly, "Maybe you can meet in your dreams." With that, he walked out.

Du Yao was lying on the bed, with the help of the moonlight, looking around at the surrounding furnishings, and laughed unconsciously.

This is Niu Yixuan's room, everything is so familiar, so kind, the difference from before is only that the protagonist is missing and becoming cold.

She stared at the ceiling and smiled, "Even if you don't say it, I know you're going to miss me, right?" I've been so stubborn since I was a child, I don't know you yet. But it's okay if you're not there, and the province says I'm narcissistic, hey......"

A dark shadow was listening quietly on the door, when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the end of the hallway.

"Hiss" he gasped and turned to walk in the direction from which the sound came, the footsteps getting closer and closer, until they stopped in front of him, and he still did not calm down. Steward Wang fixed his eyes and said, "Young Master, look at this ......"

"Nothing, I'll fix it." Niu Mingguang tidied up his clothes and said, "You go and rest first." ”

"Okay."

roof

"Ah......" One hand covered his mouth and nose violently, Niu Yixuan somehow felt a sudden itch in his nose, and secretly said in his heart, "Do you have a cold, oh, no, cold?" Are you kidding? ”

He took a deep breath, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, the air here was really good, but he couldn't enjoy it, and then he looked back and thought about it, he had been away for so many years.

He tightened the brocade box on his back, walked to the edge of the roof, and silently recited "Lift your ......"

Gently drifted towards a window.

Stretched out his finger and gently hooked the wall and gently scanned everything in the room, everything has not changed, everything is still so beautiful. He jumped into the house with a little force, and after making sure that the silence of the room had not been broken, he began to walk up softly inside, stroking everything in the room that originally belonged to him, it was still so intact, it had not changed, and he smiled quietly.

In such a quiet night, seeing something pleasant, and the joy in one's heart is indescribable, but it is impossible to share it with others, how much pain it must endure.

walked to the bed, gently tucked the quilt for her, and slowly walked to the sofa to lie down gently, all this is so familiar and so skillful. It's just that I feel so strange and nervous.

He stared at the window, not knowing what he was thinking, maybe he was choosing.

After all, he gritted his teeth, walked to the window and jumped out.

He went back to the roof, and found a delicate wooden box at some point, so he quietly approached, took off the brocade box, and took out a well-made Miao knife from it, and gently waved the blade to cut a small piece at the bottom of the wooden box. What caught my eye was a note, "Let's have something to eat, I prepared it for you." He lightly swiped the note, looked at the ink on his hand and shrugged helplessly.

He folded the note back into the box, jumped up and disappeared into the night.

The next morning on campus

"Ah, damn it." A girl is running around the school with a bucket of instant noodles as her companion shouts in the distance, "Hey, what's wrong?" ”

"I forgot my fork upstairs."

"Whew." When the girl walked out with instant noodles again, her companion was already waiting for her downstairs.

"Zhang Mengke, your memory is also enough." Wave the ham sausage in his hand and say, "Of course, I'm not surprised. After all, a person's memory is often directly proportional to her IQ. ”

"Alright, alright." Zhang Mengke said, "Cute classmate, it's okay if I'm wrong." ”

"Okay, okay," Wang Kawai shrugged and said, "I'm just giving you a reminder that you have to have a long brain in the future, if you Jia Le Zheng male god sees it, you will be embarrassed." ”

"Okay, please, don't bring up this kind of picture, I'm afraid." Although Zhang Mengke said so, she closed her eyes, waved her arms, and "danced".

It wasn't until she felt a wave of resistance in her hand that she stopped, closed her eyes and said, "Cute classmate, don't stop me, I finished my homework today, and I have plenty of time." Well? ”

"Hmm...... Well, what you're afraid of has happened. ”

Zhang Mengke looked in the direction of her hand suddenly, and between she took the fork stained with sauce and pressed it firmly on the black shirt inside Le Zheng Yixiao's school uniform, she removed her hand, rubbed her eyes, and leaned in front of Le Zheng Yixiao's chest to observe it carefully, she suddenly found that the sauce was so obvious on the black shirt.

"Zhang Mengke, what are you doing?" Wang Lovely hurriedly walked up and pulled the corner of Zhang Mengke's clothes.

Zhang Mengke raised his head, and suddenly met Le Zhengyixiao's eyes, thinking, "It's over." ”

But I didn't expect it......