The junior brother may not seem to have changed much, but they all know that he has been forced to "ripen" prematurely.
Observe the world!
This is a unique and extraordinary ability belonging only to teachers.
That's not just about the use of divine sense; it also contains the teacher's "Tao."
And this was the first time the teacher had used this supernatural power on someone else.
Shi Dingyan and the others, who had been relatively calm just moments before, were now unable to suppress their jealousy.
"Thank you, teacher!"
After standing still for several minutes, Chen Qian finally broke free from that strange state, concealed the vicissitudes in his eyes, and knelt down again.
Only he himself knew what that experience meant to him.
This gift from the big boss is... far too generous.
"Go."
Gao Wenyuan nodded and said no more.
Before sinking, he bid farewell to everyone on the Tower of Babel, glanced at Ji Ruoshui who remained silent, sighed inwardly, and turned to leave.
Not long after Shen Qian disappeared, Liu Changqing turned around and was about to call Shi Dingyan to go to the warehouse together when a figure ran past him like the wind, almost causing Liu Changqing to stumble.
"This is……"
Liu Changqing stared blankly at the graceful figure carrying the long robe away, and before he could speak, his face was already wet with tears.
Some water droplets drifted in from somewhere on the wind and hit him.
Shi Dingyan and the others remained silent. Liu Changqing opened his mouth, wiped the salty sweat from his face, and could only shake his head and mutter to himself.
"Women are such a hassle..."
...
"Junior Brother!"
Having already stepped out of the Tower of Babel, he turned around in astonishment upon hearing the sound.
Under the darkened sky, in the empty square, the figure carrying a long robe ran towards him.
The wind tousled her long hair and reddened her eyes; her fair and flawless face now held an unconcealable sadness and reluctance.
She stood before Shen Qian, but her steps became hesitant. She breathed heavily, and her head began to droop.
"I, I..."
"Senior sister."
Seeing this, Shen Qian took a few steps forward, hesitated slightly, and then called out softly.
"Um?"
Ji Ruoshui raised her head and gazed at Shen Qian with hazy eyes.
"I... will write to you."
Shen Qian smiled and finally raised his hand to gently wipe away the tear stains from the corner of Ji Ruoshui's eyes, feeling the delicate texture against her skin.
Upon hearing this, Ji Ruoshui nodded heavily, then took a deep breath, as if she had finally mustered up her courage, and stuffed a clean white handkerchief into Chen Qian's hand.
After doing all this, Ji Ruoshui, her cheeks already flushed, turned around and fled in panic.
Shen Qian curiously lowered his head and unfolded the white handkerchief. Embroidered in the center of the handkerchief was a young boy who stood spiritedly on the edge of Jingcheng, gazing into the distance with eyes as bright as stars.
On the edge of the handkerchief, there were four barely noticeable, delicate characters.
Shen Qian stared at those four words and fell silent.
He put the handkerchief away and went to the roadside to hail a taxi, when suddenly he heard melodious piano music.
The sound of the zither, though clearly from afar, seemed to be transmitted by some mysterious force, reaching his ears.
He didn't know what kind of music it was, but the tender and poignant sentiment in it made Shen Qian hesitate to take a step.
His gaze seemed to pierce through everything, landing on the figure sitting on the balcony of the 33rd floor of the Tower of Babel. She was dressed in plain clothes, sitting behind the guqin, her eyes fixed on him, her fingers flying across the strings, as if she wanted to entrust all the words she hadn't spoken to him to the music.
Before sinking, those four words came to mind again.
"The origin is unknown, the origin is unknown..."
He murmured to himself, but in the end he dared not linger any longer and hurriedly got into a taxi and headed straight for the airport.
...
After meeting up with Dao Jiu at the airport, the two boarded a flight to Jiangzhong.
Wow, it's snowing!
In first class, a little boy excitedly rushed to the window, pointed at the sky, and shouted.
Snow?
Shen Qian also walked to the window and looked outside.
Sure enough, Jingcheng, which hadn't seen snow for who knows how long, was suddenly blanketed in a heavy snowfall, turning the entire city into a pristine white.
"Doesn't Jingcheng have a weather regulation system? It's still autumn, how can it be snowing?"
Dao Jiu also came over and said with some puzzlement.
"It was to... fulfill a child's wish."
Shen Qian seemed to have thought of something, and a knowing smile appeared on his face.
Dao Jiu looked puzzled, clearly not understanding what Shen Qian was saying.
Shen Qian didn't explain further, but instead bowed deeply again towards the window and somewhere in the distance.
With a thunderous roar, the plane soared into the sky, and faintly, only someone's low murmur still echoed in the air.
"A long time has passed since we parted, ten years have passed like a painting of spring and autumn. This time last year, the flying snow was filled with sorrow. Who would have thought that a thousand miles away, we would be sailing together on a boat full of stars, with songs filling the boat. Young people can fly across, straight up to the tower of bright moon!"
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