"Xiao Yang, what time is it?"

Chen Si helped the instructor test the algorithm all night, and it was already bright when he returned to the dormitory.

Just now, the hair on his forehead was a little messy, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and his angular face leaned against the plush cat who was also squinting by the pillow. It looked like a sense of laziness was natural, and he couldn't tell which one was more seductive.

Xiao Yang was fighting Jiang Zhao in the game, so fierce that he didn't raise his head, and just glanced at the lower right corner of the computer:

"It's five o'clock, and if I don't wake up, I will think you've fainted."

He hummed and stretched his arms down from the top, touched the phone that was left on the table to charge, and his arms raised graceful lines in the air.

The originally pursed thin lips gently raised when they saw the "June 8th" in the capitalization of the mobile phone screen, and a light called "long farewell" flashed across their dark black eyes.

This year's college entrance examination has come to an end.

It's time for a little girl to fulfill her promise.

I found the coin in my wallet and turned over and got out of bed.

Xiao Yang listened to the movement and turned his head to see him washing in the bathroom with the door open. His upper body was thin and sexy, and his abdominal muscles were clearly chunky.

"Damn Shen Laosi, he is not a human being! Fortunately, the students are reviewing this point in the library, otherwise those sisters would set up telescopes to take photos. I don't want to expose with you!"

Chen Si was too lazy to listen to his dog barking, and he scooped up cold water and poured it on his face, so he became much more awake.

He looked up and the water drops falling from his wet bangs went down his jaw and disappeared from his strong waist.

He swept his wet hair back casually, and his deep black eyes flashed with an evil and lazy light.

This is Shensi.

Indulge in will.

cynicism.

Even the unrestrained wild energy on his body seemed to be born with it.

Pulling a black T-shirt from the closet, patting Xiao Yang on the shoulder with great strength: "Put your squint eyes."

Xiao Yang came back to his senses with a whimper, and looked at the computer screen. The characters in the game had been beaten and ran around the ground.

He gritted his teeth and cursed Jiang Zhao for not being a human being. He simply turned off the computer, followed up, and put on his shoulders:

"What's wrong? Another girl has a meal appointment, don't bring your buddy?"

Chen Si patted his paws, raised his eyes lazily, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, blatantly threatening people:

"If you continue, the group homework can only allow Brother Xiao to work hard."

Xiao Yang was caught in the life gate and could only admit defeat for the time being, followed by Shen Si's butt, annoyingly yelling:

"Hey, wait for me, what should I do if the school grass Shen did not take the bodyguards out and was blocked by the little girls?"

Chen Si looked at the familiar faces of the opposite sex downstairs through the window of the dormitory, but he still felt relieved:

“Be quick.”

-

The sun in midsummer is a bit long.

Chen Si just got it not long ago, the silver-gray trot was bathed in the fire-like sunset and shuttled through the Second Ring South Road in Beijing.?

Here are the most time-honored alleys in the entire old town and the most exquisite small workshops hidden among them.

Xiao Yang lowered the car window and looked at the storefront of this handicraft shop with great background in front of him, showing confusion:

“Private custom jewelry? You?”

Chen Si got out of the car, pinched the coin with his slender fingertips, and the light of the sunset flashed across Xiao Yang's face.

His eyes were flowing, and he pressed his teeth on his cheeks, and his black belly was handsome:

"What? Not allowed?"

How dare Xiao Yang have something to say?

He followed in a sloppy manner, and he saw Chen Si having a brief conversation with the old craftsman with gray hair in the store, and then handed over the coin that flashed his eyes.

"No? Shen Laosi, your second-generation ancestor who is a big business is so stingy? He only pays one dollar for the deposit?"

The calm expression seemed to be tired, and he looked at him coldly, lit the table with his slender fingertips, and his tone was helpless:

"I'm ate my brain by Akiko? I'm calling this coin, can't I tell?"

Xiao Yang looked strange when he ate shit, pointed to Chen Si's handsome face, which was calm and playful, and shook unconsciously:

"No... this seems to be an illegal act, right?"

Chen Si leaned his upper body against the counter, and said that the brain circuit of his young man was helpless. His handsome eyebrows were slightly raised under his messy hair:

"Tsk, our Brother Xiao is possessed by justice. I plan to report me?"

Xiao Yang hurriedly stated: "How can we do it? Our Brother Si has the final say!"

The old craftsman was kind and quietly waited for the two people of age to end the quarrel.

"Young Master, haven't you said what the pattern you are going to type is like?"

Outside the glass window, the sunset is burning with the sunset.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a little girl's face appeared unconsciously.

"A fish."

A clown fish that is indifferent.

I don't know when and where I quietly lived into his heart.

-

It was approaching seven o'clock, and the sunset disappeared on the horizon.

Jiang Zhiyu moved all her luggage out of the dormitory corridor, and the only remaining afterglow pulled her shadow for a long time.

Standing alone at the door of the dormitory, looking at the red six-story flat top floor that had lived in for a semester and a half.

All the past is like a flash of time, and my heart and mouth are sore.

Under the steps at the door of the dormitory, Yu Xichen moved her things into her mother's car and trotted over to help her, but when she saw a suitcase on the ground and a woven bag filled with books and test papers, she was shocked:

"Jiangyuyu, what's your thing?"

Jiang Zhiyu came back to her senses and handed her a lighter suitcase, dragging her woven bag behind her, as if the reluctance just now was just an illusion:

"It's just a place to stay, so I'll bother you and my aunt."

"What's the trouble! You're holding your luggage, I don't feel at ease taking the bus by yourself, but are you sure you won't go to my grandma's house directly?"

Jiang Zhiyu shook his head: "The things are too mixed. I'll go back to clean up and then take the things left by my mother to go back to the city."

Finally, she looked at Yu Xichen's eyes and a layer of pleasure appeared on her face:

"I'll never have to go back in the future."

Yu Xichen looked at her appearance for no reason and felt sad. He raised his hand to push the end of the hair that was touched by the sweat, as if he was cheering up:

"Well! A new chapter of Jiang Yuyu's life is about to begin!"

Jiang Zhiyu smiled at her, put his things into the trunk like he was carrying melons and fruits, and then walked around the window of the driver's seat, bent over, and smiled gently at Yu Xichen's mother:

"I'm sorry, aunt."

Yu Xichen's mother is a kind and gentle lady. After driving for nearly forty minutes, she forced Jiang Zhiyu to the bottom of the building.

When he was about to come, he was afraid that the little girl would be abrupt, so he didn't follow him upstairs and asked Yu Xichen to help him deliver his luggage.

Yu Xichen was born well, with tender skin and rich family. He only had five digits on his wrist to see the time table, which made Jiang Zhiyu's stepmother Xu Shuyi open his eyes.

When Jiang Dachuan came back, she said in her words that she would also send his son Jiang Yunfeng to the city to study, and she called it:

"Even if you can't keep up with your studies and meet a few friends who come to the stage, and relying on the friendship of your children and parents to make friends with each other, it will be beneficial for your husband to do business, right?"

Jiang Zhiyu's mouth faintly sarcastic sarcasm ignoring her whimsical imagination.

But Jiang Dachuan was very fond of this trick, and after pondering, he responded:

"Let Yun Feng ask Zhiyu, which teacher's trick has gone, it doesn't matter if you spend some money."

Jiang Yunfeng put down his chopsticks at this time, stood up straight to Jiang Zhiyu's room, took out her deceased mother's notes, and raised her hand to shake:
Chapter completed!