Yan Jiu sent a private message to the person who filmed the video.
Asking where this place is.
The private message lasted less than two seconds.
Yan Jiu received a reply.
But the person who responded was clearly very emotional.
【Jiujiu, am I going to die?! 555 I've never even held a man's hand in my entire life, I don't want to die!】
Yan Jiu then checked the account ID and browsed the posting page, only to find that it was Huo Qian'er.
She was immediately at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Tell the other person that everything is fine.
She was just curious about the filming location.
soon.
Huo Qian'er sent over her comments after calming down.
Yan Jiu looked at the pictures of Tsinghua University's campus.
Is this birch forest part of Tsinghua University?
It seems that regardless of whether she needs further education, she should make a trip to Tsinghua University.
I'm thinking about the issue of academic qualifications.
Yan Jiu had every reason to roll up the peace charm he had prepared for Lang Zongyi and head straight for the special bureau.
Not long after.
Yan Jiu looked at the personnel who remained on duty at the Special Affairs Bureau and asked in surprise, "He's not here?"
She learned from the staff on duty that Lang Zongyi rarely took leave, even on holidays.
The absence of Lang Zongyi from the Special Bureau left Yan Jiu standing in the snow, utterly bewildered for quite some time.
Yan Jiu pulled out a deck of cards: "Whether we can find our senior brother depends on you, Xiao Pu."
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Yan Jiu did not calculate Lang Zongyi.
Instead, they cleverly chose the process of elimination, using Lang Zongyi's name as a medium, and went to wherever they couldn't find the answer.
at last.
Yan Jiu arrived at the foot of a mountain.
As she gazed at the not-so-high mountain, wondering if Lang Zongyi was in the temple at the summit, and hesitating whether to climb it or not.
A young monk appeared quietly.
"This humble monk believes that Benefactor Yan has an affinity with Buddhism. I wonder if he would be willing to go up the mountain for a visit?"
Yan Jiu was slightly taken aback.
Did the monks and nuns in front of her know her name?
Master!
After seeing the appearance of the young monk and nun.
Yan Jiu felt a strange sense of familiarity.
She was about to consult the oracle.
The monk and nun put their hands together and said, "Before I took refuge in the Buddha, I was enlightened by the benefactor, and that is how I came to be where I am today. My Dharma name is now Mingjing."
He was the boy who hated race car driver Zhao Gan, but it was because of Yan Jiu that he learned to truly let go.
Yan Jiu shook his head, not taking credit: "It was Master Mingjing's own good fortune."
Mingjing smiled and shook his head. He held the prayer beads and gestured for Yan Jiu to go first: "Please, Benefactor Yan."
As Yan Jiu sat in the cable car going up the mountain, she was still a little lost. If she had known she didn't have to climb the mountain, why would she have hesitated?
Mingjing said, "This humble monk sees that Benefactor Yan is rather anxious. Is there anything this humble monk can do to help?"
Yan Jiu thought for a moment.
I found it rather embarrassing to talk about.
It wasn't that she was shy, but rather that she realized her shameless behavior back then had really affected Lang Zongyi.
Lang Zongyi has no memory of being her senior brother, and the fact that he refrained from beating her shows how gentlemanly he is.
Yan Jiu inexplicably hoped that Lang Zongyi would beat her up to vent her anger, and she thought and said it.
Mingjing: "..."
He led Yan Jiu to a thousand-year-old Bodhi tree.
The wind rustles the leaves.
It made a rustling sound in the snow.
Mingjing sighed, "Amitabha, this humble monk is unable to answer your question, so let the person under Bodhi tell you."
Yan Jiu spotted the person under the tree at a glance.
Lang Zongyi was carving something with his eyes lowered.
The soft light fell on his face, and he briefly put down the heavy burden on his shoulders, feeling a sense of peace and tranquility.
They noticed the intense gazes.
Lang Zongyi looked up: "Happy holiday."
Yan Jiu didn't know how to describe Lang Zongyi. He seemed like a fool who used the most stupid method, digging out all his emotions just to resolve all the emotions surging up in his head.
Her eyes were incredibly sore.
What exactly happened to Lang Zongyi?
This is not what she wanted to see.
Just as Yan Jiu was about to say something.
Lang Zongyi spoke first: "I just saw your message. The birch forest at Tsinghua University does indeed hold a secret. The first match of this year's competition between Xuanmen and the Special Bureau is to crack it."
He rose from the futon, the pure white Bodhi dice, as white as jade and as white as snow, dancing in his palm.
Lang Zongyi smiled and said, "A holiday gift."
He casually handed the dice to Yan Jiu, then pretended to look at the person in front of him indifferently.
perhaps.
Only he knows how loud his heartbeat is.
Yan Jiu saw that Lang Zongyi had returned to normal.
She suppressed her unease, carefully accepted the Bodhi dice, and presented the talisman she had drawn using most of her spiritual energy.
The mountain was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.
The Bodhi tree was covered with red silk ribbons.
It goes without saying how lively it must be down the mountain.
Upon receiving the return gift, Lang Zongyi clutched the amulet tightly. For the first time, he realized that the excitement could actually be related to him.
Because of his destiny, he is used to avoiding people around him, and he rarely gets close to even his family.
But then someone barged into his world, making him cheer with joy.
Yan Jiu wanted to say something more to someone.
Lang Zongyi changed the subject, trying to get Yan Jiu to leave: "There's a mission."
Yan Jiu immediately said, "Leave it to me!"
Without waiting for Lang Zongyi to explain what the task was, she happily accepted it and said she would definitely complete it perfectly.
Lang Zongyi breathed a sigh of relief and let go of all his pretense after watching Yan Jiu leave.
He looked at his palm.
They shook hands as if making a firm decision.
"Please reconsider, benefactor."
Mingjing followed an elderly monk. He couldn't discern the relationship between Yan Jiu and Lang Zongyi, but he knew that if Lang Zongyi got into trouble, Yan Jiu would definitely go mad.
Lang Zongyi simply said, "Master Wuzhen."
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