"Hi! My name is Lian Yina, what about you?" Lian Yina asked with a smile: "Just be friends to chat with. Anyway, we still have two days to go to Shanghai. We can also take care of each other along the way."
She frowned and looked out the window, thinking deeply. Scenes from the past flashed before her eyes, including the dazzling red plums and the people under the red plum trees in the freezing winter.
"What story are you going to tell today?" Ten-year-old Chu Wenwen wrapped around him, looking at him longingly with his big eyes.
"Well..." Chu Mingyou thought deeply for a moment, touched her head, and smiled softly: "Miko... today I will tell you the story of the cultivation of a generation of witches."
Holding her in his arms, Chu Mingyou told the story softly and gently.
That story still leaves a deep impression on her.
"Wu...my surname is Wu, and my name is Wu Bingxuan."
His eyes suddenly emitted two gleams of cold light. Chu Wenwen clenched his hands into fists and stared coldly at the horizon.
She wanted to be a generation of witches, standing on the ice and snow, no matter how cold the wind was, she wanted to be the plum with iron bones and ice heart, trampling that man under her feet.
"Wu Bingxuan, it's a very nice name." Lian Yina rolled her eyes and said with a smile: "What are you doing in Shanghai? Do you have any relatives there?"
Glancing at her from the corner of his eye, Wu Bing turned away and ignored her.
Outside the window, the bright sunshine shines on the lake. The breeze picks up, the waves jump, and the lake is filled with broken gold.
Wu Bingxuan frowned in thought, wondering if he was okay?!
The car sped quickly and smoothly towards its destination, and she didn't say a word during the journey.
I eat when the car stops, then go back to the car and sleep again.
Soon, the car arrived at its destination, and when the conductor woke her up, there was no one left in the car.
Rubbing his sore forehead, Chu Wenwen opened the quilt and slowly got out of the car.
In the crowded station, everyone dragged their tired bodies out. Outside the station, some people hugged each other tightly, and some walked anxiously to the waiting room.
With his fingers gently pressing his almost stiff neck, Wu Bingxuan frowned and looked around. He had better find a place to rest first. His body already felt a little sticky after not taking a shower for a few days.
Qingmei Hotel.
"Hello. May I help you?" the front desk lady said with a smile.
"I want a room." Wu Bingxuan hesitated and looked around nervously.
"Okay, what kind of room do you need?"
"Just the normal ones, I live alone." Wu Bingxuan said simply, tapping the table with both hands.
"Okay. Then room 305 is available, one hundred and thirty yuan a night." The front desk lady looked at the computer, then looked up at her and said with a smile.
"Okay!" Chu Wenwen responded softly. Just as he was about to lower his head to take the money, he found that his hands were empty.
My heart skipped a beat. Where was the money? I looked around in panic. When I realized that there was really none, my face suddenly turned white.
What a tragedy. Didn't she get the car?
With a frown on his face, Wu Bingxuan looked back in astonishment, then rushed out.
Without that money, it would be really difficult for her to go on.
At the bus station, the car was still parked where it was. Fortunately, the driver was there. After explaining his intention to the conductor, Chu Wenwen quickly got in the car, went to his berth, and anxiously turned over the sheets on the bed.
No.
How could it not be?
I searched the whole bed, but there was nothing there.