Riqing High School, the highest level of aristocratic high school in the imperial capital of S country, has a permanent history of more than 100 years, which makes all the students in the imperial capital flock to it.

Since Riqing High School can live on campus, even if it is the first day of the eleventh long holiday, there are still many people in the school......

There is a 100-year-old laurel tree at the entrance of the school, now it is in the flowering period, the tree is full of pure white flowers, the breeze blows, the petals are scattered with the wind, and the tips of people's hair and clothes are swept over, so that this originally simple long street is filled with a faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers......

At this time, under this verdant old laurel tree was standing a young man in white who was as beautiful as an elf......

The young man was looking to the east, the bright sunlight shone through the gaps in the laurel leaves on the young man's black hair, glowing with a faint luster, the skin on his neck was like the milky white mutton fat jade, delicate and delicate, and there was a faint smile on the shallow lips, like a blank piece of paper, spotless......

Not far from him, there were several shy girls who quietly looked at the young man, and pushed their companions to find the young man for contact information......

Suddenly, a black sports car came from the west and came to a steady stop ten paces away from the boy......

Then, the car door opened, and a delicate woman wearing a purple gauze skirt and dark red sunglasses walked down, her eyes made contact with the boy under the tree, the corners of the woman's mouth were slightly raised, and she walked towards the boy quickly......

A breeze blows at the right time, and the petals fall lightly, crystal like snow, squirming......

As if hearing her footsteps, the young man turned his head slightly, and when he saw the woman, his originally frowning eyebrows and eyes immediately flashed with joy, and he excitedly called: "Sister! ”

"Xiao Yu!"

The woman gently took off the sunglasses on her head, shook the wind-blown hair on her forehead, and walked up quickly.

I wanted to touch the boy's head, but it turned out that if I didn't tiptoe, I wouldn't be able to reach it.

In order not to damage his cold image, Ye Yuhan withdrew his hand casually, comparing the size of the young man with himself, Ye Yuhan sighed helplessly, "I have grown so tall, come on, your sister and I are the shortest again!" ”

"Sister is not short!" The young man snorted and retorted dissatisfiedly, obviously disagreeing with what Ye Yuhan said.

In fact, Ye Yuhan's height is not too low, a standard height of one meter six or eight, but if you compare it with boys, it looks very short.

"I still have this bit of self-knowledge!" Ye Yuhan smiled at the young man soothingly, jokingly, "What's wrong with being short?" I also save on fabric! ”

Because there are all men in the master's place, he is the shortest, and then he is teased by the beauty brother every day, and he has a lot of face-to-face with him.

Later, this little bit came, and he retreated to the second place.

And now, this little one has grown taller than himself......

Ye Yuhan sighed slightly, and then lifted up Chu Zhongyu's schoolbag on the ground, "Let's go!" Sister invites you to dinner at noon! ”

"Hmm." The young man originally wanted to take the bag back and carry it on his back, but he also knew what kind of character Ye Yuhan was, so he let her go, anyway, it was less than ten steps away.

The two got into the car talking and laughing, and walked away, leaving only a place of osmanthus petals......