Play cards on May 7th.
Today is May, and it has been a week since he returned to China, but it seems that he is really on vacation, which makes him feel a little embarrassed to bring it out in front of his younger sister.
After all, he showed his strength in the preparatory class, and the military style can actually bring out his school sister, but he stays in the hotel to play mahjong every day.
It’s okay to paint pear clothes. After a period of getting along day and night, she seems to be familiar with it. Sometimes she can read "expressions" better than herself and Chuhang.
"Ding-"
Just when Lu Chen thought about whether he could beat a pear painting in the mahjong field in his lifetime, Chu Hang’s mobile phone rang.
He picked up the phone and looked up at Lu Chen.
"What’s the matter?"
Liu Chen curious way
"My uncle sent me a text message saying that the college invited me to attend the celebration of Shilan Middle School and wanted me to give a speech."
Chu Hang said that Shilan Middle School didn’t have his personal contact, and he didn’t tell anyone when he returned to China, but Dad Deer and some people in the school knew each other and probably had dinner together recently.
"Then go. I’ve been holding back a little lately. It’s good to go out for a walk."
Lu Chen nodded and listened to the principal say that the S-class freshman was Shilan Middle School.
Chapter two hundred and forty-seven Road is not a good sign today
There was just a heavy rain last night, and the humid air was blown by the gentle sea breeze through the tall buildings in this coastal city, like painting the city and casting magic, and everything was so fresh.
After the day was washed, it looked very clear. The teenager sat in a position with one hand and supported his head and looked out the window at the clouds and clouds.
The holiday has just passed, but it always feels like a long time has passed, forcing the third party of senior high school to make up for the rest of the class this week. It seems like a century to have a few days left.
Outside the window, a pair of mandarin ducks fell on the poplar trees, and the two mandarin ducks chirped and kissed sweetly.
Two pairs of pupils look at the classroom again, making the teenager feel that it is looking at himself.
Looking at this pair of Yuanyang Road Fei, his mood gradually brightened up, and he felt that there was a good sign today.
The arrival of Yuanyang in such wonderful weather seems to imply something to him.
This is the advantage of coming to school early. When he is quiet, he pretends to be sleepy and looks at the corner of the back window of the classroom secretly, quietly and without trace.
Sitting on a bench in the corner is a young girl wearing a white cotton skirt and a pair of lace white socks with long hair and a Hell Kiy hairpin. She holds a Duras "Lover" in her hand. In the morning, the sun shines on her skirt and skin, and everything seems to be through.
Her cleanliness is like washing the sky outside the window and giving way, which is not associated with Bai Lianhua in the lotus pond in summer.
Chen Wenwen is dressed as they first saw that day, which evokes many good memories of Lu Fei.
For Lu Fei, Chen Wenwen is the first female idol in his life, just like a beam of light shining into his gray world.
When they first met at the age of fifteen, he thought that the greatest happiness in the world was to marry this girl.
He has always felt that he is hopeful because he was invited by Chen Wenwen to join the literary society. You know, President Chen Wenwen has also invited two members, one is him and the other is Zhao Menghua in his class.
As if aware of the teenager’s eyes, Chen Wenwen raised his head. When the eyes of both sides met, Lu Fei felt a throb in his heart. Over the years, he developed that cowardice and made him realize that he wanted to turn back.
But there was a voice in his heart sayingno. He felt that today was a good omen, and Chen Wenwen did not avoid his eyes.
She got up and she was still staring at me.
Lu Fei was a little excited, but he didn’t know what he expected.
"Road is not right"
Chen Wenwen sound, like the homonym of her name, always gives people a quiet feeling. Listening to this girl’s mind, she can always become calm … except when Lu Fei is occasionally disturbed.
"… what’s the matter?"
Road not slightly during the.
"Can you help me get something from the club? Yesterday, the student union asked me to forget the prepared draft on the club table. A senior asked for it during the afternoon class exercise."
Chen Wenwen gently pulled her ear and her hair drooped a little lower, which seemed like a mistake. I’m sorry to trouble others for help. "I just remembered that it’s time for early reading. You boys run faster …"
Lu Fei suddenly felt that something with a sense of mission weighed heavily on his shoulder, and he showed a conscious hearty smile. "No problem, take care of me."
Then he got up and ran out of the classroom directly.
It’s two buildings away from the activity classroom of the literary society. It takes about five minutes to run back and forth. He comes quickly and comes back before reading early.
Yes, Chen Wenwen personally invited two people, Zhao Menghua. He is Gao Fushuai, but he can’t help Chen Wenwen at this time. That guy is always stuck at school.
With the approach of morning reading, more and more students are pouring into the campus corridor, and more and more people can see many students who are struggling with recitation in the morning.
Lu Fei found that he didn’t run as fast as he thought, or that he miscalculated the "road conditions". He shouted "Excuse me" and trotted to another teaching building.
It seems that he also heard the teacher shouting to teach him not to run in the corridor, but he pretended not to hear and strode upstairs after rushing through the crowd.
He felt that his body was full of strength, and he even ignored the call of the teaching master. It seemed that he was not rushing to the literature club to get a speech at this time, but charged the enemy camp with a major mission, like a hero.
It’s another floor. The literary club is coming soon. He’s here. It’s a celebration speech. It’s a contribution for him.
Lu Fei feels that everything is going well today. By taking the speech, he may be able to show Chen Wenwen some other topics in his class.
Bang-
At the corner of the building, Lu Fei was filled with joy. Suddenly, he felt very dizzy. He seemed to hit someone, but he didn’t seem to hit anyone. He always seemed to fall down.
But the trend of his body leaning back stopped again, holding him steady and slowly pulling him straight.
Lu Fei didn’t see the person in front of him until after his recovery. It was a man who looked like he was not too old, but looked like he was older.
The teenager is wearing a black shirt with the big English letter "Gdzilla" printed on his chest. He is wearing slim jeans, which is casual but serious. It seems that no matter what clothes he wears, the other person looks like a soldier full of masculinity.
What scares Lu Fei even more is that the other person’s eyes don’t show any emotions, but when he is looked at by those dark eyes, his heart is inexplicable.
He has heard of the so-called "self-defeating without anger" of those big leaders’ meetings before. He has always lied, but now he believes it. He doesn’t know who the teenager is, but the other party is looking at him, which makes him feel great pressure.
"Yes, I’m sorry. My building should be careful."
Lu Fei bowed his head and apologized carefully. The other party doesn’t look like a student here. Maybe it’s a big shot.
"Don’t be careful every time, someone won’t help you every time."