Falorland's golden autumn vacation starts on September 1st and lasts for one month.
Ren felt a little strange. This was originally the beginning of school, but in another world, it turned into a holiday.
It is the evening of August 30th, the last day before his departure (there are 30 days in a month in this world).
On the sofa on the first floor of the villa, Kesha sat obediently on one side of the sofa, while Ren was lying directly with the back of his head resting on her soft legs.
Kesha had a gentle face and stroked his black hair with her hands.
Enjoying the beauty's service, Ren said lazily: "No wonder people often say that I can't bear to leave the Hero's Tomb in Wenwen Village after a few more days of intimacy."
For the past ten days, Renn would take Kesha on a date every day after school at noon. Their relationship grew rapidly and they were tired of being together every day.
He is already very familiar with her now, and his relationship with Kesha only needs the last step to pierce the "window paper".
Pouting, Kesha tugged his ears with her jade fingers: "Come on, you men, if you win, it's because you are wise and powerful. If you lose, you will just blame it, saying that women are a disaster.
Why, this is not fair at all! One day, women will have exactly the same social status as men!"
"Hey, do you want to launch another feminist movement?!" Ren asked with a little curiosity, looking at her smooth chin.
In the middle of the Fifth Age, led by several female saints, a massive feminist movement arose in this world. Thanks to this, the status of ordinary women was greatly improved.
In the past, ordinary girls could not go to school, but now there are a quarter of female students in Bushen University.
"No?" Kesha bit her red lips and asked.
With a snap, he reached out and patted her plump buttocks. Ren said with a smile: "As long as you don't go behind my back to find a man, no matter whether you want to be a queen or a goddess, I will support you."
She was so happy that she couldn't help but kiss his forehead and said softly: "Ren, thank you."
She just tried to test it out.
Resting his head on her thigh, Ren muttered: "By the way, I'm leaving tomorrow morning. If you want to thank me, can you help me warm my bed tonight?"
"No help, you were not honest at all last night..." Thinking of last night's experience, Kesha blushed for a while, and she used her best willpower not to sink.
Ren was a little regretful that he could not really have sex before leaving and become a real man.
He thought of something and asked: "There is a cultural salon tonight. Do you want to attend?"
He had previously met a silver-haired young man named Sidi, who gave him an invitation letter. The time was the evening of August 30, and the location was Guzman's house on the opposite street.
"Oh, can't you see that you are still a young artist? I won't go and will help you pack your luggage at home." Kesha declined with a smile on her face.
She shows up in social situations, and once she is recognized, it is easy for Ren to get into trouble.
While chatting, the sky gradually became dark. It was almost time and it was time to go to the meeting.
Ren sat up from her soft lap, took her into his arms, and held her tenderly for a while before picking up the invitation and going out under her watch.
Baron Guzman's house is not far from Catherine's villa, just across a street.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, the night was sultry, and Ren was walking leisurely on the street. He was not a literary young man, so it was okay for him to fight, but poetry was not his specialty.
Nowadays, even few Tang and Song poems can be memorized, except of course "Silent Night Thoughts".
At 7:30 in the evening, he handed over the invitation letter and successfully entered the back garden of Guzman's house.
The environment here is quite fresh and natural. The garden adopts a mixed layout, with hedges dividing the space, flowers and plants dotting it, rocks scattered here and there, and stacked stones imitating the natural style.
Under the colorful light of the landscape lights, the pool fountain gives people a dreamlike feeling, as if they are in a magnificent natural landscape.
Some poets were gathering in the corner to talk about poetry, some painters were showing their paintings and inviting people to appreciate them, and some novelists were holding manuscripts and inviting people to make corrections... There were not many people, but the atmosphere was very good.
Ren was holding a glass of champagne, sitting on a stone bench, drinking and having fun alone under a flower stand that covered the sky.
He is not an artist, he just came here to get some drinks. After all, he is going to drink northwest wind tomorrow, so he can only drink one glass now.
The old goat set out on the road a few days ago. The Pugni Plain is full of wind and sand and is said to be a good place to die.
"Do you often feel that you are out of tune with the world?" A gentle and magnetic voice sounded.
Renn looked at "Sidi", who had long flowing silver hair and was so handsome that it made people jealous. The last time they met on the street, they had a pleasant chat.
He habitually said: "Yes, I often worry about my moral integrity being too high.
There's no way around it, that's the only bad thing about me. I'm proud and proud, and I'm indifferent to fame and wealth... so that I can't go along with the world."
Qu Yuan: The women were jealous of me and spread rumors that I was good at lewdness.
Alves Sidi Abruscato smiles slightly, giving people a warm, sunny and graceful feeling.
His rich and handsome face was enough to make the little girl scream, and he said softly: "The last time we met, you gave me the impression that you were like a wanderer in a foreign country, wandering without any stability. Now, you seem to have a destination."
"I found my other half, and I feel like I'm no longer alone." Ren replied, taking a sip of champagne.
"Really? Congratulations, but..." Alves paused for a while, looking at the bright moonlight in the sky, his voice a little erratic: "When you are in the passionate love stage, you will feel as if you and your partner are connected to each other, as if they are one body.
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But this is just an illusion. After a long time, you will find that life is lonely, and it has nothing to do with whether you are in a sea of people or in a desert."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Ren was slightly startled and laughed dumbly: "Maybe you are right, everyone is an island."
A trace of nostalgia flashed in Alves's eyes, and he thought of his long-dead human mother: "Ryan, you should know that races such as demons, vampires and werewolves can produce offspring with humans, although the probability is very low.
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Alvis's mother was a third-level female paladin. She was captured by a demon duke and was humiliated, and she became pregnant with him.
Despite much hesitation, she gave birth to the child and raised him, educating him with human values.
Alves fell into a deep sleep more than a thousand years ago.
"What do you want to say?" Renn was confused.
Alves' voice was calm: "I want to ask you, is the hybrid offspring born from the union of demons and humans considered humans or demons?"
Ren was stunned, frowned and thought for a while: "I personally think it depends on how he recognizes his existence, but..."
"However, according to popular opinion, he is a demon! People often say this, don't care about the world's opinions, just be your own.
However, when we exist in this world, we live within the cultural concepts of the group and the evaluations of others." Alves said slowly.
He grew up under the care of his mother. He never killed anyone during that time and lived according to human ways. He did not commit any illegal or criminal behavior.
But even so, in the eyes of the world, he is still a demon!
Lane, who didn't know his identity, sighed: "Yes, we all live in other people's evaluations and the public's values.
Moving bricks is discriminated against, but teaching is respected. Sweeping the streets keeps the roads clean, and arresting criminals maintains social stability. But can cleaners be as respected as the deacons in the 7th Bureau?
Therefore, everyone studies hard, strives hard, and strives to sit in an office, isn’t it just for a job that is considered decent by the world?”
Renn thought of the Red Witch's husband Igor. When he and Catherine went to Claire's residence to search for loot, they found the painter's notebook.
In addition to describing the warm and sweet daily life of him and his wife, there is also a passage that remains fresh in Lane’s memory:
‘When I was a poor painter, many people looked at me with contempt, and my neighbors also said that I was not doing my job properly.
And when I became an art teacher in a middle school, everyone respectfully called me Mr. Igor, because I was well-dressed and my salary was decent, and even my neighbors were much more welcoming to me.
It was then that I realized that art can only be appreciated by some people with taste, but money can be recognized by everyone.’
