"Sakura-chan, stand up, you are the descendant of my Mu family, this is both an honor and a responsibility."

The girl propped up her scarred arms, blood and sweat drops on her cheeks, and she staggered forward, as if carrying a thousand pounds of boulders, and the man in front stood quietly under the eaves, with the light on his back, and the clouds of the setting sun bloomed behind him, like an impressionist painting in the little girl's blurred vision.

Exhaling softly, the grown-up girl woke up from the afternoon slump with her beautiful brows furrowed slightly, as if she was annoyed by the dream.

Glory and fate or something, it's as annoying as ever.

Mu Ziying sat on the chair, her hands around her arms, it was an autumn afternoon, the faint sunlight was lazily lying on the window frame of the hospital, and one or two dead leaves were pulling the cement platform outside the window, like a naughty cat grinding its paws.

I took a breath of air filled with the smell of disinfectant water, and looked at the young man who had been unconscious on the sickbed, with inexplicable anxiety in my heart.

It's been seven days, obviously the external injuries have been healed by the old Taoist, the meridians have been reconnected, and even the broken bones have been repaired as before, why haven't you woken up for a long time? Is being able to sleep also one of the conditions that are valued by the Venerables?

As for the old Taoist priest, looking at Bai Yujing, who had been unconscious for a long time, had already smeared oil on the soles of his feet, and frantically hinted that he hoped that he hadn't seen him.

"Xiao Mu, Mr. Zhuang Zhou's 'Butterfly Dream' realm is quite exquisite, so now am I dreaming of you, or are you dreaming of me? Mysterious, wonderful. The old Taoist priest said before leaving.

I flipped my wrist and was wearing a small and delicate cherry-shaped watch, the hour hand was about to point to two o'clock, and it was almost time to go back to school.

Mu Ziying straddled the small bag diagonally on her back, the chain flickered in the sunlight, and after telling the nurse on the ward rounds, she left the young man alone in the ward, ready to come back after class.

The moment he walked out of the hospital gate, the golden ginkgo rustled and danced with the wind, and the leaves were sprinkled in the golden autumn day, swaying a little thought, and the girl's troubles were cut off a few strands for no reason.

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It's been almost two days since the National Day holiday, and the students have been lazily returning to school one after another, although everyone is full of reluctance, but fortunately, the police station has announced that the serial murderer has been arrested, and the teachers and students obviously feel that the atmosphere is a lot more relaxed.

Mu Ziying met two or three classmates on the road, so they returned to school together. In the huge art college, although Mu Ziying is not the top beautiful, it is not much different, and she is even the leader in the choreography and directing department, which has provoked many young and ignorant college teenagers "Wuling is young and entangled, and I don't know how many red silk songs".

In the face of the frequent glances on the road, Mu Ziying has also become accustomed to it, talking and laughing with friends, and Yingying Yanyan has attracted the attention of many people.

Approaching the new south gate of the school, I saw a group of people around me from a distance, but it was very lively, and I didn't know what was going on.

Mu Ziying had no interest in joining in the fun, and was ready to enter the school directly, but she couldn't resist the curiosity of her companions, so she was dragged over together, and when she saw everything clearly, Mu Ziying already regretted it.

"Cauldron, the real drop is invited by the school, the phone is just the phone was shunned at the station, the big one will prove it to you, you just let the amount in, and you can find someone who can prove it."

A young man in a light blue robe was stopped by the security guard at the school gate, with his hair in a bun on his head, dancing passionately with his forehand explaining, if he didn't speak, he would also look at a rather handsome young man, but unfortunately, the earthy smell between the openings could only be positioned as my mute groom.

"No, no, no! Who knows if you're a liar if you're dressed like this, you have to have proof to let you in! Otherwise, I'll lose my job! ”

"But you have to go in to find the proof!"

"You have to have proof to get in! Who knows if you're a social idler! ”

"Cauldron, you really don't let your forehead in? That's only ......."

Just when everyone thought that there was going to be a conflict at the school gate, they took out their mobile phones one after another, and the young Taoist priest sat on the ground and began to meditate on luck.

"Then I'll just sit here and wait! I can definitely wait for the leader! You'll have it when the time comes! ”

The little brother turned his head to look around, wanting to express some apologies for what happened at the school gate, but in vain he saw Mu Ziying who was quickly retracting behind the crowd, and the young Taoist priest's eyes lit up in an instant, and he found a savior.

"Oh, my mother, I see my relatives! Sister Zi Ying, quickly help me explain, I am really not an idle person! The Taoist priest jumped up, and in an instant, he grabbed Mu Ziying's arm, who was retreating faster, and his face was filled with a pitiful but sincere smile.

"Lin Xuanlang... I really am... It's a hard life...."

In a sigh, Mu Ziying was sad again, one hasn't been done yet, why did God send another one.

"What's the matter, Sister Zi Ying is very rich and noble! Good guys! ”

Then this good man is trying to kill you with a thunderbolt.

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Outside the Douban shopkeeper in the backstreet of the school, many girls unconsciously slowed down their pace when they walked here, pointing to the direction of the store with their classmates, and excitedly discussing one of the men and one woman.

A handsome little Taoist priest and a beautiful girl sat by the window, like the development of a novel similar to "Urban School Flower Bodyguard", but it is a harmonious and weird novel scene.

The little Taoist priest was dressed in a Taoist robe, but he did not delay him in the slightest to put down his chopsticks like flying, and the hands in the bowl disappeared quickly one after another, and there were several large bowls that had been eaten up next to him; The beautiful girl held her fair face in her hands, looking out the window at the passing students and the scenery of the boulevard, looking bored.

"How did you get down the mountain? Do you want to come to our school? The girl finally spoke, but didn't look back.

"Sister Zi Ying, your school is so delicious! It's so rare to have a good meal in the mountains! rattan pepper copying hands, old hemp copying hands, clear soup copying hands......" The little Taoist priest who kept his hands without stopping seemed to have heard it, and was immersed in a world full of copying hands.

"Then you eat slowly, I'll go, settle the account by yourself." Mu Ziying put the bag on her back and began to get up, and a feint of leaning forward to get up was natural.

"Don't, don't! Sister Sakura! I don't have any money! Lin Xuanlang hugged Mu Ziying's arm, if he wasn't afraid that his thigh would be struck by lightning, it wouldn't be impossible.

Mu Ziying didn't speak, she looked at Lin Xuanlang with a smile, a pair of smart eyes blinking.

The shopkeeper fell into an eerie silence, and two strange atmospheres permeated, one from Mu Ziying's jealousy that was held by the arm of the handsome Taoist priest, and the other was the naked envy of Lin Xuanlang holding the arm of the beautiful sister.

Even if he was as dull as Lin Xuanlang, he was also aware of this strange atmosphere, and hurriedly let go of his hands and sat down obediently, smiling harmlessly at Mu Ziying, and suddenly how many girls' hearts were crisped.

"Actually, Ezhen was invited by the school to give a lecture, but they wanted to invite Daoist Yunxiao, but the master sent E, on the one hand, I want to come out and walk around, don't stay in the mountains every day to be a moldy mushroom."

Mu Ziying sat down again, took a sip of water, and motioned for the little Taoist priest to continue.

"Alas, and then, just let me look at a person, with a word, and I didn't say who to look at, at first glance, what to see, just say that you will naturally know, that's it." Lin Xuanlang also blinked his eyes, he didn't speak, and it was really difficult for him to make such an action with such a handsome face without letting the girls in Huaichun inspire the brilliance of motherhood, and wanted to rub his head gently and gently.

But the expression of "ruthless girl" Mu Ziying remained unchanged, and she still blinked, casting a detective-like scrutinizing gaze.

"Not really! I swear that if I tell a lie, I will hit five thunders in the sky! ”

"I'm pretty good at this." Speaking of "five thunders in the sky", Mu Ziying smiled knowingly.

"Don't eat this bowl, your sister and I are also living in poverty."

"Ahh Then eat this bowl slowly! ”

Alas, after all, most of the living expenses are paid for treatment by a certain white surname, and this little Taoist priest is estimated to have come to him.

A gust of wind blew, the school's ginkgo biloba leaves were sprinkled, sprinkled, there were teenagers and girls walking through it, it was really a wonderful autumn scenery picture, Mu Ziying looked at it quietly, and sighed softly.

What an eventful time.

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"The Red Room is a building in Becrishis, southeast London, England, and one of the representative buildings of the Arts and Crafts movement, designed in 1859 by Philip Webb and William Morris......"

There are many unsolved mysteries in the world, just as the first class in the afternoon always makes people drowsy, and on Wednesday Shi Zheng nodded his head again and again as if a chicken pecked rice.

The girlfriend in the dream was gently touching his arm, as if teasing, as if shy, and on Wednesday Shi was about to make further movements, but his girlfriend gave himself an abrupt slap.

The chair clattered to the ground, and our Sanshi-sanshi fell from his seat, and it was not until the cold sensation of his butt in close contact with the glass floor hit that he woke up from his daydream.

"Classmate, are you alright?" The teacher was a little anxious, and people who didn't think about sleeping would also have an injury factor.

"Alas, teacher, I'm fine, I didn't sit down just now, it's okay." Sanshi hurriedly got up from the ground and sat back on the chair, and waved his hand to signal that the teacher was in good health, full of energy, and definitely did not doze off.

"Okay, pay attention to yourself, and say if you have a problem."

"Got it."

calmed the teacher, looked at Luo Sanmu who was snickering next to him, and with the burning sensation on his face, Zhou Shi could be regarded as having a good time.

"Turtle son, did you hit your father in the face just now?" Wednesday Shi leaned over and said in a low voice, trying to make himself have a fierce expression on his face.

"Tsk, what kind of, look at the saliva on the table yourself, it's almost flowing to me, did you dream of the Manchu Han banquet?" Luo Sanmu was also worthy of his heart, but he didn't expect that Zhou Shi would fall directly to the ground, which was quite embarrassing, and he was thinking about how to remedy it.

Wednesday Shi was embarrassed to say the content of the dream, and he was a little dumb for a while, but he still replied sullenly, "Yes, the full banquet of the Manchu and Han people, beautiful and delicious!" ”

"Speaking of which, as soon as we came back, Xiaobai was in the hospital, only the counselor notified him that he was sick, and he didn't wake up the last time he went to see him, so there was only a beautiful girl who called herself a senior sister and left with some sadness. Did this thing go to the hero to save the beauty during the holidays? ”

Luo Sanmu didn't know why Zhou Zhou Shi suddenly went dumb, but he still decided to change the topic and chase after him to extinguish all his anger.

"Put your brain away, why don't you say that it is an alien invasion of the earth, they share weal and woe, and then Xiaobai finally forgets his life and death to win the heart of a beauty, you see, what is my plot?" Wednesday Shi looked serious, and carefully scrutinized the details.

Yes, it's not a family, it's not a dormitory, the design department is really condescending, these two people can kick the choreographer department as a bastard.

"Let's go see it again today, bring some apples, and wish him peace and well."

"Are you going to see Xiaobai? I'm embarrassed to break you most of my thoughts. Wednesday Shi rolled his eyes and expressed disgust.

"How can you! Look at what you said, Uncle Zhou! Counselors often say that college dorms should be united! I think it's just the right time! ”

The two classmates in the back whispered. The teacher stopped the passion of the two in time to the classroom dragon gate array that was about to be unattended.

Knock knock.

The door of the classroom was knocked gently, the teacher opened the door, Bai Yujing was wearing simple casual clothes and touched the head of the chicken nest that was still full of moisture, with gauze on his forehead, smiling like a real little decrepit boy.

"Teacher, I'm late, and the counselor asked for my leave."