I gently stroked the chairs and tabletops in the room. Although there have been many changes here, some of the furniture from the past has been preserved.
I remember that in the summer they would spread mats in the club room, and everyone would sit on the mats to play chess games, read books, or take a nap. Ye Ling, in particular, loved to lie there with a small pillow in her arms. Occasionally, when she woke up, she would play cards or chess with Lily. Bumansha would prepare some chilled fruits and snacks in the small room next to her.
Lettice didn't come here often, but she gave them a cooling alchemical device and placed it next to the window. Although Alena often quarreled with Lettice, she liked this thing very much and would look at it every time she came.
The scene in his mind flashed through his mind, and Loran Hill stroked the inconspicuous scratch on the wall with his fingers, recalling the scene at that time.
It seemed that there were bees in the room. When Lily was catching the bees, she stepped on Ye Ling's thigh. Then the two little guys bumped into each other and started fighting again.
Ye Ling is still the same size as before, but Lily is now a mature mother.
After putting aside these thoughts, Loran Hill came to the small room at the back. In the past, this was the room where Bumansha prepared snacks and refreshments, but now it has been converted into a medal storage room.
Trophies, rosters of outstanding graduates, and commendation records are placed in the closets here. They are neatly decorated, and there seems to be a sense of pride.
"These younger generations really care about these things." Looking at these things, Roland Hill smiled, but did not mean to blame them.
But when he saw the top column of the closet, Loran Hill couldn't laugh anymore.
There was a large portrait there. The girl in the portrait was wearing a black and red rose dress. She was sitting behind a table with her hands gently placed in front of her. Her long black hair and bright red eyes seemed to have a faint solemnity, like a princess or a queen looking ahead, which made people feel respect.
I don’t know which student or painter created this painting, but it has such charm. It is really surprising. The only person who doesn’t think it looks like the girl is probably the girl standing under the portrait.
["The founder of the Black Water Lily Society," Senior Roland, whom we admire and follow. —Remember your own nobility and elegance, and do not follow the crowd or become corrupted.]
"Ahem, did I really say this, or did they change it themselves based on the general meaning?" Loran Hill couldn't help but hold his forehead.
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