"...Brother An Jin, being safe and not being able to talk are two different things." Yu Chu rolled his eyes.
"I said one is one." The dull man rarely became childish, and held her tightly.
…
On the day he left, Yu Chu went to the airport to see off people, all of them were reluctant travelers, because of the appearance of the Lord God, they were very eye-catching among them, especially Mr. Zhuma looked at her coldly until before boarding the plane , but held her hand and did not let go.
"Call me." He said coldly.
"Yes." Yu Chu agreed.
Mr. Zhuma was silent for a few seconds, "No one will warm your stomach, you should drink more hot water. Don't eat ice cream too often."
"Got it." Yu Chu nodded.
The boy's voice was still calm and cold, "Also, don't wear short skirts, be careful when making friends, and don't be cheated."
"Okay." Yu Chu continued to nod.
"Call me every day." He stared at her.
"Um."
"Email once a week, with photos."
"… it is good."
"Write a letter once a month," the boy's voice finally calmed down, pitifully, "You write it yourself."
"Okay." Yu Chu smiled, and tiptoed to rub his broken hair.
An Jin turned and left, turning her head while walking, the cold and indifferent person was actually extremely wronged, she took a step and looked back, her expression was quiet and sad.
He walks through security with a final wave.
Yu Chu also waved at him.
The slender figure of the young man disappeared, and the girls next to him couldn't help but leaned over and asked chirpingly, "Is that your boyfriend? He's so cute and obedient..."
When parting, that kind of cold, but reluctant little appearance, cute and cute. From such an expression, one can see the enviable feelings.
The girls all looked envious, Yu Chu didn't mean to say more, and answered a few words casually. She walked out of the airport, squinted at the blue sky and white clouds, smiled and sighed.
She looked down at her courses, selected a few festivals, and decided to go to the little bamboo horse.
…
after a few months.
The streets of foreign countries are already covered with winter snow.
Christmas, in the window, and in front of the shop, are decorated with colorful Christmas trees. The red silk is hung on the tree, and the shining stars and lanterns decorate the tree very beautifully. The top of the tree is the biggest star.
The roads are covered with snow, the cafes on the street have taken back the tables and chairs outside the shop, Christmas wreaths are hung in front of the door, and the footprints of passers-by are printed on the white snow.
In the castle-like academy, only students in twos and threes were left shuttling back and forth, and the distant bell rang a few times.
A person walked out of the corridor slowly, stepping on the white snow.
He is slender, wearing a dark windbreaker, the collar trims his slender fair neck, and a pair of beautiful hands, casually holding a few English books.
The students I met occasionally greeted each other respectfully, and the girls couldn't help but look back and whisper.
"So young..."
"Really? And she looks really good-looking."
"Will no one be chasing you?"
"How is it possible, but I heard that there are girls they like, so no one has succeeded."
"I heard it's a domestic girlfriend..."
"Ah?" Someone suddenly regretted, "Then after completing these courses, I must go back to China..."
"Of course the professor doesn't want people to go back..."
The whispers of the girls faded away.
An Jin's brows were indifferent, and she walked down the steps with downcast eyes. Snowflakes fell on his delicate eyebrows and eyes, and her eyelashes turned into crystal water droplets in a blink of an eye, hanging lightly.