It's night.

Feng He fell asleep again.

I even had a dream.

In the dream, she was dressed in a Taoist robe and wore a curtain fence on her head, floating in the middle of the mountains.

A feathered arrow burst through the void and pierced her chest, pulling her backwards with a boiling scorching breath until a bone-eating lake swallowed the light completely.

It was supposed to be a nightmare, but with a sense of irreversible fate.

Her mind lingered in it for a long time.

It wasn't until the real sunlight poured into the room that she woke up from the state of day, night, sky and earth.

Feng He got out of bed barefoot.

She's learned to get out of bed like a modern person—

Start by turning on your phone;

Then review the message again and again.

Finally, in the interval between washing, I finally finished the news that didn't hurt.

There is a voice sent by the model worker's girlfriend in WeChat, and there is a carefully reserved takeaway on the table, and the box is still warm.

She was the only one left in the house, and she was surprisingly clean.

Although Feng He didn't have much appetite, he still sat down and ate half a bowl of porridge when he thought of the heart-wrenching hunger he had yesterday.

After several comparisons, she felt that her taste for food had also improved slightly, Qiao Zhenzhen was right, the chicken legs were really delicious.

After breakfast and tidying up the table, she wandered around the room twice in a daze, unable to remember what she was supposed to do.

For some reason, once I had a definite goal, I slackened off.

Feng He pondered.

The East China Sea, no end of forgetting......

Could it be an ancient place name?

Born sometime after her retreat, her name was changed due to the changes of history.

Feng He took the tablet, sat back on the chair on the balcony, and typed the words "no forgetfulness" in the search bar, ready to swim in this "ocean of knowledge".

But to great disappointment, nothing was found.

Occasionally, there is a long tirade that blows this place to the gods—

"I heard my grandmother say that this forgetfulness is a sacred residence left by the gods on the land of China, and only on August 15 every year will they appear in the world. Although that deity is a god who protects the people of China, this place is very evil, but it is not easy to go.

"Legend has it that a thousand years ago, he recovered a giant dragon, plucked the scales around its body, and suppressed it under Yingzhou Island, and the dragon cried blood every day, and the dragon's blood drifted down the ocean current to Luxi Island, and dyed the island red......"

This text is followed by a small [99+].

Feng He clicked in.

[Wool, Luxi Island is a little too far away from Yingzhou Island]

[Great this style...... It's more suitable for compilation]

[According to the popularity, in fact, it is okay to say that the blood drifted to Boao Qionghai, and it is also a red stone]

[I've been there, the stone of Boao seems to be a red spot than the head of the cave]

……

Seeing more than half of this comment, Feng He returned to the title and suddenly woke up.

It turns out that this is a web novel of gods and ghosts!

But it's pretty good......

It's more interesting than those love and love words in ancient times.

Feng He registered an account on the website called Yunqi, and picked and chose a few Xianxia novels, threw them into his favorites, and prepared to read them carefully after everything was done.

However, she had some impression of the place names mentioned in the comment, and went to search again.

Dongtou Luxi Island is about 500 kilometers away from Xinhai City.

Qionghai Red Rock Beach, about 2,000 kilometers away from Xinhai City, is still in the South China Sea.

Only Yingzhou Island is located within the jurisdiction of Xinhai City.

Feng He remembered that Teacher Yue had mentioned that the Divine Monarch of the East China Sea had a friendship with the Immortal Monarch of Qi'an, and besides, the Shrine Divine Monarch could not leave the land under his jurisdiction......

If Jiaojing's predecessor has anything to do with that one, this forgetfulness is likely to be located on Yingzhou Island.

By the way, Qiao Zhenzhen sent her her itinerary in WeChat, and it seems that she mentioned this place.

She took out her mobile phone and flipped through it, and sure enough, the party on September 10 was held on the Long Causeway on Yingzhou Island.

My heart was much more relaxed, and my brows were stretched.

Qiao Zhenzhen's video popped up at the right time: "Xiao He Xiao He, you have to go to school today!" ”

"Going to school?" Feng He reacted for two seconds.

"Yes, in fact, school started a few days ago, and I wasn't busy with the poetry conference before......" Qiao Zhenzhen frowned, and the flowers between her eyebrows were squeezed out of shape.

She thought that Fenghe would wake up after the Mid-Autumn Festival, so she asked the school for half a month's sick leave.

As a result, I received a call from the teaching department early this morning, saying that the teacher who opened this new course today is a well-known foreign expert in Chinese studies, and he is very particular about attendance.

Feng He appeared on the show yesterday, and it is not good to go to class if he is sick again, and it may affect his credits.

Although I don't know what to think over there, it's so lenient......

But after all, Qiao Zhenzhen has suffered the loss of "no education", and she doesn't want her Xiaohe to hit a wall in human society because of this matter.

"Oh, I see." After listening to her explanation, Feng He bowed his head here.

She hasn't figured out for the time being, how Qiao Zhenzhen got a student status reasonably and legally, but she seems to be very busy, so she didn't ask any more questions, and she will talk about it when she is free.

"Well, I'll ask my assistant to pick you up, and she'll tell you the rest." Someone called her over there, and Qiao Zhenzhen hurriedly went offline.

Feng He hung up the video, and the whole person was confused.

She doesn't even know the name of the school, and she's going to school?

She was a little apprehensive in her heart, combined with the negative news she had seen on the Internet before, celebrities and powerful people occupying educational resources, she was a little worried.

That fear quickly dispelled.

Feng He sat in the back seat, quietly flipped through the pile of materials in his hand, and watched the articles he used to write in the cave house being printed in today's Song style, and his mood was ......

It's very complicated.

So the outside of the enchantment is clean, it turned out that it was not due to the "shield machine", but it was emptied by this little rabbit?

Forget it when it was emptied, and helped her organize the poems and essays into a book, took it out and published a few books, and won the award......

It is said that he used this book again to apply to a preparatory school run by a foreign university in Xinhai, and he did not occupy anyone's quota at all.

Very reasonable, legal and compliant.

Qiao Zhenzhen's assistant sat in front of her, she was not very old, she wore a pair of rimless glasses, her professional clothes were ironed straight, and her whole temperament was concise and clean.

She has a name that fits this temperament very well, Bai Ning.

After reading it, Feng He handed back the application materials, and secretly felt that this white assistant was more pedantic than that teacher Zuo.

Bai Ning turned his head and smiled at her: "Just keep it." ”

Feng He thanked him and put the document bag into his backpack.

This backpack was also brought by Assistant Bai, and it even contained teaching materials.

It's very thoughtful and comfortable.

Aunt Hua is really good to Zhenzhen now, and even the assistants in this new team are very good, and it shouldn't be much worse if she wants to be an agent.

It's always a little better than the "Sister Mei" who poured bitter water a few days ago on Qiao Zhenzhen.

Feng He had a headache when he thought of this "entertainment industry", and he was too lazy to delve into the details, anyway, Zhenzhen was happy.

The S500 slowly stopped in front of the gate propped up by several Corinthian columns.

Bai Ning looked back: "Miss Feng, it's here." ”