Black marble floors, mirror-like tiles, ornate crystal chandeliers illuminate every corner, and the famous paintings hanging on the walls are gorgeous and expensive.

A neatly dressed woman with delicate makeup is still well maintained even in her forties.

She sits on a couch in French haute couture with a laptop in her hand.

There was a knock outside the door, followed by ticking footsteps.

The woman's eyebrows sank, she put away her laptop, and looked over coldly.

The young man walked in and saw the woman sitting on the sofa, with a hippie smile: "Hey, haven't slept yet?"

The woman's expression was cold: "Come back with this? What time is it?"

The boy didn't stand up, with short red hair, as hot as fire, wearing a colorful shirt, fashionable and wild, tall and tall, with a very handsome face line, and a broken eyebrow slanting down in the middle of the right eyebrow, rebellious and sharp.

He frowned impatiently, and was about to run upstairs with a twist of footsteps.

"Stop!"

The woman drank cold.

"Qi Rui, you heard clearly, do you know how much effort I spent on settling the reason for being suspended this time? You're almost going to jail, you know? Did I say I told you to stay home and reflect, it seems that you didn't take my words to heart."

Qi Rui heard too much of this, plucked out his ears, leaned impatiently on the backrest, and bent his long legs.

To be honest, he felt that the woman's appearance of caring for him was particularly hypocritical and disgusting, and he wanted to vomit when he looked at it.

Nonchalantly: "You can choose to leave it alone."

Such an indifferent attitude made the woman angry, she stared at the young man coldly, trying her best to calm her anger: "If I don't care about you, do you think you can still stand here and talk to me?"

Women have always been sensible, but she is helpless and disappointed with this only son.

She didn't understand why the teenager became like this, fighting, drinking, skipping school and bullying teachers, it was simply lawless, and there was nothing he didn't dare to do.

The young man sneered, "If you say that, then you shouldn't have given birth to me in the first place."

"Qi Rui!"

The young man covered his ears exaggeratedly, and there was a smile on his face: "Are you in menopause?"

"Good! Good! Okay!"

The feminine almost gritted her teeth, her expression was gloomy, and her eyes were full of disappointment.

"In that case, then I won't care about you in the future, and tomorrow you can pack up your things and go to the countryside."

The young man snorted coldly, and didn't seem to take the woman's words to heart at all, and turned to go upstairs.

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There was a light rain on the mountain, and the mud-paved ground was slippery, and you could fall a big heel if you weren't careful.

The sky was overcast and oppressive, there was not a ray of sunlight, and the dark clouds seemed to be pressed down.

But it's hot summer, and the air is stuffy and dry.

Qi Rui covered an umbrella, step by step, hundreds of thousands of brand-name sneakers were stained with a lot of brown mud, and the trousers of the originally clean black trousers were splashed with a series of mud.

He was carrying a suitcase in his hand, frowning stubbornly, and his eyebrows and eyes were hiding a thick anger.

The road on the mountain is extremely narrow, and the mud is very slippery, and Qi Rui's face is particularly stinky.

Finally went down the mountain, Qi Rui scraped the soil under his shoes on a big stone, and after the thick layer of mud was scraped clean, his feet suddenly relaxed a lot.

There was still a dirt road at the bottom of the mountain, Qi Rui walked a few steps, and when he arrived at the gate of the village, there were large fields at a glance, the rice was golden, and there were people working in the fields.

This village is called "Banpo Village"

The oncoming wind was like a heat wave, Qi Rui waited for a minute, and he wanted to kill people when he was irritable.

He was hot and irritable.

After walking for more than an hour, the driver told him that someone would come to pick him up at the entrance of the village, but he didn't see a single bird.

Qi Rui has never waited for anyone, only

Others are waiting for him, and there is not even a good way to go in this poor and remote place.

Everything here was unacceptable to him, and he wanted to go back the way he came, but he suppressed the urge.

The suitcase was heavy, Qi Rui gasped slightly, his face was black, and dark clouds were thick.

He held an umbrella in one hand, swiped his phone with his head down, and poked his fingers at the phone screen roughly.

"You, how are you?"

A soft-voiced voice sounded,

The boy raised his head, his eyebrows were unruly, his eyes were sharp, and he didn't look easy to mess with.

In front of him stood a girl, without an umbrella, with a straw hat, revealing a small face.

Qi Rui's first reaction was.

Grass, *** white.

That face was as clear as white jade, as soft and transparent as solidified milk.

The girl looked gentle, gentle and gentle: "You're Qi Rui, right?"

The rain was already light, but it didn't take long for it to stop again.

The girl took off her hat, her hair was tied up, and her round and beautiful ears were lined with a little transparent white.

The young man's unruly eyes rose depressedly, his sword eyebrows furrowed, and anyone could see the irritability around him, and he glanced at the girl impatiently.

"It's me, I've been waiting for you here for a long time."

In fact, it didn't take long, and it would only take three minutes to die, but in the eyes of this eldest young master, it was equivalent to three hours.

The girl had a faint smile on her lips, a quiet, gentle feeling, and an apologetic feeling: "I'm sorry, my name is Shen Yue, let's go back first, otherwise it will rain again later."

Qi Rui was still very unhappy, and strode away with his luggage.

Shen Yue looked at the young man in front of her who was not very easy to speak, and was silent, she followed behind the young man with some restraint.

Qi Rui doesn't look very old, but his momentum is not small, and he is a famous brand from head to toe, which is in stark contrast to this poor and remote village.

The path is hidden among the lush trees, which sway in the wind and make a loud noise.

Qi Rui stopped, and there were two roads on the opposite side.

Shen Yue saw it and said softly, "Go to the left."

The only sound on the road was the rolling of the wheels of the trunk and the sound of footsteps on the mud.

At the end of the village, it is Shen Yue's home.

It is a very simple wooden house, only 30 square meters, the walls are very corroded, and there are many weeds in the corners of the walls.

Qi Rui looked at it, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and his face turned faintly black.

When he walked into the wooden house, his frown could kill a fly.

The wooden tables and chairs seemed to be in disrepair, crumbling as if they were overwhelmed as soon as they sat down.

In this dilapidated hut, there was not even a single lamp, it was cloudy outside, and there was no light at all inside the house, it was dim and cold.