Chapter 3661: The God of Learning Is Very Cold (Seventy-Seven)

Chapter 3653 The god of learning is very cold (77)

There is a glass bottle quietly placed on the table, with a translucent texture, bathed in the moonlight quietly, the color is cold and beautiful.

It's out of tune with this cool-toned room.

The glass bottle is full of stars, and a white cardboard is pasted on the outside of the bottle, with only two words written on it, elegant and sharp.

--apologize.

It is self-evident who put it here.

Chu Xu's throat rolled down. He stared at the glass bottle as if he was staring at some monster, but he didn't move for a long time.

Until he reached out to pick up the glass bottle, his fingertips tensed imperceptibly.

There is no light in the room, only the moonlight is crushed and cast on the ground, flickering, light and cool like water, faintly outlines the outline of the boy, and the translucent glass bottle in his hand, the stars in it are like a sky full of stars glowing.

It was a little hot for a while.

He looked down, his eyes were dim, and seeing that there seemed to be words on the star, he hesitated for a moment, then unscrewed the bottle cap, poured a blue star into the palm of his hand, and then took it apart.

On the light blue origami paper, a line of short and neat words was written.

Peace and joy.

Those four simple words came into my eyes, and the pen was meaningful and arrogant, and I could vaguely see the man's appearance through the words, and the deep and cold voice seemed to be close at hand, lingering in my ears.

His pupils shrank slightly, and he was shocked in disbelief. Thinking of a certain possibility, he suddenly tightened the glass bottle in his hand, poured a lot of stars into the palm of his hand, and turned into a little bit of light in the darkness, gathering together , like a smoldering galaxy.

Chu Xu didn't know what kind of mood he was in to take apart the neat and beautiful stars, but he was impatient and eager to get some confirmation when he took it apart.

Every star, on the strip after unpacking.

They all wrote different words.

The pen comes from that one person.

Cool and sharp.

——everything wins.

——Smooth and worry-free.

——Much joy

——Changanning

——Sui Wuyou

Every word burned into the eyes, as if it had been branded.

Chu Xu didn't know why he was going crazy, so he spent a whole night counting the number of them one by one.

Impatiently, I removed it again and again, looked at the words on it, and then folded it back again.

Dazed, stunned, unbelievable, with a hint of inexplicable inexplicability.

It hit the heart, and the strength of each heartbeat was "bang, bang, bang—" beating.

In the dead of night, everything is silent.

No one knows the turmoil in the hearts of young people.

There are a total of 1,000 stars, each of which was folded by that person himself, and every sentence was written by that person himself.

Chu Xu didn't know how long it would take to do this, he only knew that Jing Bai only had two days.

A thousand pills, a thousand words, how much energy will be exhausted, and it will be repeated in two days without sleep.

Jing Bai said it was an apology.

Jing Wei threw away his book, so Jing Bai also gave him a bottle of Wishing Star.

The book was written many years ago, and it was also one of the few things left to him by that ill-fated woman. He always felt that he had to leave something, so that he could keep it until today, and kept it carefully for so long. Knowing that he was thrown, he was really going crazy.

Later, I rummaged through the trash cans, and asked passers-by around me, but they couldn't find it.

Maybe it really can't be kept.

But Chu Xu never thought about it.

Someone will give him a thousand stars back for a few books that are stale and useless to them.

The wishing star left quietly, and that person didn't say a word when he left.

From long night to dawn.

Chu Xu sat in front of the table all night, his body was a little stiff, the sunlight was a little dazzling, and his vision was blurred. It gave people an illusion that tears were about to flow, perhaps because of staying up late, the eye sockets were sore and bloodshot.

He blinked, feeling like he was going to cry for a moment, subconsciously stretched out his hand to block the light, and after thinking about it, he laughed, inexplicably feeling a little funny and a little mocking.

The trick of folding stars to coax girls, Jing Bai can also use it on him.

Ah.

this kind of apology,

Who cares.

Chu Xu rested his forehead with one hand, thought casually, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and lay silent on the sea without waves.

at last,

There was a "boom--" sound in the room.

The glass bottle was thrown into the trash can by a slender and cold hand.

Lying quietly in it, covered with ashes.

…

Leaving the Chu family was a sudden decision, but it was also a thought that took root for a long time, starting from the first day of entering the Chu family.

Ranbai came out in a hurry, so he could only find a hotel to live in first, and then look for a house.

When I went to school the next day,

Chu Xu didn't come all day, and he didn't care. He contacted the owner after school.

At dusk, the sun has sunk into the horizon, and the remaining light is illusory. The leaden gray clouds seem to be shedding tears, and the sky in the distance is hazy, with a feeling of being abandoned by the world.

The old and dilapidated old city, winding streets and alleys, countless alleys and intertwined low-voltage wires constitute one of the basements.

"This is it—" The door was pushed open, and there was a creaking sound. The dust rushed towards the face, making it even darker and narrower. A long-unoccupied moisture invaded the side, and the choking person coughed.

When he entered the door, there were still several dilapidated wooden boxes piled up in a mess on the ground, and they were kicked aside by the man.

The owner of the house is a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. He looks rough. He waved his hand and said indifferently, "This place has not been lived in for a long time. There is some dust, just clean it up."

This is a basement. It looks old and the furniture is old. The total is only 20 square meters. After occupying a bathroom, a bed and a simple dusty wooden table and chair, what is left There is only enough space for feet, nothing else.

Like a dark corner, the space is so small that it is suffocating.

Ranbai stood at the door, tall and straight, and glanced at it calmly.

"Is that okay? If it's okay, just pay the money." The uncle glanced at Ranbai up and down, looked at the No. 1 Middle School uniform she was wearing, and urged.

Ranbai said yes calmly.

There is no other reason to live here.

Because it's cheap, cheap, and because it's the only one that doesn't mind.

Other conditions are not important.

After transferring the money, the homeowner threw her the key and left.

Ranbai stood alone at the door for a while, then walked in, just about to put down her schoolbag, but seeing the thick layer of dust on the table, chair and bed, she couldn't let go.

She coughed twice, and tidied up the basement first, at least to ensure that things could be put down.

He didn't bring anything with him, except for clothes, there were almost no valuables, and only a live broadcast device was left.

After tidying up thoroughly,

She sat on the bed calmly and silently, with her long legs stretched out there, her slender hands crossed against the bridge of her nose, half of her face was hidden in the shadows, indifferent and sharp.