An autumn rain spread thinly over the courtyard, and the osmanthus trees rustled in the wind and rain, and their pistils fell all over the ground. When the weather cleared, the soil in the courtyard was soaked with the fragrance of flowers, and everything was fragrant.
The world is rich, autumn is the last splendor of the year, the courtyard is about to wither and become lonely, and many trees quietly turn red leaves.
Yun Qiao will go to school the day after tomorrow.
She was a little nervous. The bed was covered with clothes, and she asked Wen Luyao and Chang Ning to help her choose what color and style of clothes to wear to school.
Changning and Jingxin agreed: "Miss, wear a dress. Look at Xi Wenlan, she wears dresses to school."
Students in universities are those with the latest ideas.
The Department of Western Medicine is even more so.
Old clothes will make classmates look down upon them; although cheongsam is beautiful, it is not as fashionable as a dress.
"It's time to throw away this wardrobe of yours and put on various dresses." Chang Ning said, "Let's go shopping at a foreign store and buy some more clothes?"
When Yun Qiao was about to answer, he found Wen Luyao alone in a daze.
She asked: "What's wrong with you?"
Wen Luyao: "Ah?"
"It's okay, you continue to be in a daze." Yun Qiao said with a smile.
She didn't buy new clothes.
She has a closet full of clothes and several sets of dresses, enough for her to wear.
She followed the advice of Changning and Jingxin and decided to wear a dress on the first day of school to see how the girls in school wore it before making subsequent plans.
I heard that Lu Yao was sitting on the sofa, feeling unhappy.
Yun Qiao asked Changning and Jingxin to prepare black tea and snacks.
After the refreshments were served, the two maids went out, and Yun Qiao sat next to Wen Luyao: "What's wrong with you?"
Wen Luyao took the black tea from her hand and seemed to be stunned for a while: "Yun Qiao, Xue Zhengdong is going back to Peiping."
Yun Qiao: "Isn't it just right?"
"Yes." Wen Luyao said, "But..."
She felt strange in her heart, as if something was not right. Xue Zhengdong looked decent, but was actually evil. Hearing Lu Yao was frightened when she remembered what he said last time.
But he was going back, and she felt unspeakably disappointed.
Yun Qiao didn't know how to comfort her.
Hearing that Lu Yao returned from Xi's house, she was sitting alone in her room.
Wen Jiahao was wealthy and Wen Luyao had a phone in his bedroom, so there was no need to go downstairs to call.
She pondered over and over again and dialed Xue Zhengdong. When she didn't get through the first time, the operator asked her: "Do you want to call again?"
"Yes." Wen Lu Yao said.
This time I finally got through.
Xue Zhengdong was a little surprised when he heard her voice, and his tone couldn't help but become lighter: "Lu Yao, it's you!"
"Xue Zhengdong." She called him by name, with a serious tone.
Xue Zhengdong listened, and his body and mind were filled with joy. He hid his joy: "Huh?"
Wen Luyao held the phone and didn't speak again for a while; Xue Zhengdong didn't rush her and held the phone silently.
The two of them were silent on the phone for a full two minutes before Xue Zhengdong called her: "Lu Yao."
"...You said you prepared a cell, is that true?" she asked.
Xue Zhengdong: "Yeah."
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
He continued: "The day you left, I split the wooden strips on the window piece by piece. But yesterday, I found the wooden strips and nailed them up again."
Still silent.
"I saw you on the street yesterday. You bought a cake and went home, and I was opposite." He added.
So after I got home, I nailed the windows with wooden strips like crazy.
Want her!
He wanted to lock her up and not show her to anyone but him!
The overwhelming emotions in his heart overwhelmed him again, leaving him irrational.
"I want to be a normal person." He smiled bitterly, "Lu Yao, I will never appear in front of you again."
Wen Luyao felt her heart suffocate for waves, and she clenched the sheets tightly with her fingers.
When she spoke again, her voice was hoarse: "Can I..."