Cong Nian thought about it for the entire English class but still couldn't figure it out.
Her brows were tightly furrowed together, and her fair little hands supported her head.
And Yu Xinghe really hasn't come back yet.
As expected, the English teacher got furious at the podium, scolding the students for their poor performance in the last quiz.
Many boys and girls were scolded by her.
The students' anger towards her grew even more.
But surprisingly, when she saw Yu Xinghe absent from the English class, she rarely lost her temper, but acted as if nothing had happened.
Cong Nian usually listens carefully to lectures on English, his best subject, but today he was distracted.
Fortunately, the English teacher's attention was never on her.
It wasn't until the bell rang that she came back to her senses.
She looked at the boy beside her, as if she had made a decision.
"He Sui..."
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The wind is whistling and the Yi River is cold.
The winters in Yuecheng have always been dry and cold, like the foggy London. The whole winter is shrouded in haze, with pedestrians in groups of three or two on the road. Even wearing super thick down jackets can hardly resist the biting cold wind.
The wind blowing on the face is like an invisible bayonet. Often, one needs to arm oneself from head to toe, leaving only the eyes exposed, in order to barely endure the scorching winter.
But this year seems to be a little different from previous years.
There is a lot more rain than in previous years.
In the summer, floods caused by heavy rains submerged many villages and farmlands in coastal areas. Wailing sounds were heard everywhere, corpses were found on the roads, and people were in panic.
The autumn crop yields were also affected, prices soared, and complaints arose.
When winter came, the situation did not improve, and the dry and cold weather was even replaced by rain.
The damp air revealed an unusual smell.
I don’t know when the rain will stop.
In today's peaceful times, the climate has become unpeaceful.
The changeable weather was sunny and cloudless not long ago, and it seemed like a peaceful time.
At this moment, the sky is covered with dark clouds again.
It was gloomy, with dark clouds rolling like a roaring lion. The thunder was muffled and it seemed that rain could fall at any time.
It even made my heart feel like it was covered by layers of dark clouds and I couldn't breathe.
Yu Xinghe stood by the window, gazing into the distance with a calm gaze, looking at the trees outside the window that were blown to and fro by the wind and the crumbling billboard in front of the teaching building downstairs.
The leaves fluttered in the air like broken butterflies, and a few students were walking slowly against the wind.
The thick winter school uniforms looked unusually thin.
She was indoors with the doors and windows closed, so she couldn't feel the force of the cold wind for the time being.
"A-choo!"
Yu Xinghe's nose felt a little itchy, so he sneezed, rubbed the tip of his nose with his fingers, and then continued to stare out the window in a daze.
His eyes wandered aimlessly somewhere unknown.
She looked like she was thinking, with her brows deeply furrowed, her arms folded, and her chin resting on one hand.
She was wearing the spare uniform that school doctor Zeng Chuyu kept in the infirmary: a pink fringed woolen sweater and cream-colored casual pants, a very ladylike style.
It's quite different from Yu Xinghe's usual cold and indifferent personality.
The clothes have been stored for a long time, so there are some wrinkles on them that cannot be smoothed out, but they are not too obvious and do not affect wearing.
It was a bit too loose for Yu Xinghe, who was too thin and frail, and it hung loosely.
It made her look even thinner and weaker.
Her already fair skin was even purer white without any blood color, and her red lips were pursed together.
The cabinet air conditioner in the corner had just been turned on, and the whirring sound indicated that the machine was running.
The heating hasn't been turned on yet, and the room is a little chilly.
However, Yu Xinghe stood there motionless, as if he didn't feel the cold.
With a slight sound, the door was opened and closed.
Seeing her like this, the visitor couldn't help but say:
"What are you doing standing there like an idiot? You have such a good time to rest. Be careful that the girl who didn't come will worry."
Her voice is clear, cold and noble, a mellow and royal voice without any special emotions.
Zeng Chuyu opened the door and came in to get something. When she looked up, she saw Yu Xinghe still standing upright by the window.
He reached out and pushed up the rimless glasses that served as decoration on his nose, and narrowed his eyes.
I really don’t know what’s going on in the minds of kids these days.
He lowered his head and searched for what he was looking for at his desk.
She had just come back from outside, wrapped in a thick coat, and the wind blowing in from the corridor almost froze her silly.
But this child doesn't feel cold.
"Don't take advantage of your youth to do whatever you want and not take your body seriously. When you reach my age, you'll regret that you only cared about grace and not warmth when you were young."
Zeng Chuyu couldn't help but say a few more words, but the other party didn't respond at all.
This made her stop what she was doing and look up at her again.
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