King Jack Sue

Yan Ci probably did three things throughout the summer vacation: part-time job, coding, and playing games.

Yan Ci's part-time job is still in the milk tea shop, leaving early and returning late, reading books and working, adhering to the spirit of professional research on dark drinks that harm others and himself, wasting a lot of materials, making weird things while fooling the boss to drink go down.

Speaking of it, it may be that Yan Ci has some great obsession with milk tea shops. Most of his part-time jobs have been completed in milk tea shops since he was a child, near his home, near the school, near the park... as long as he can Those who came into contact with him were basically mopped up by him. For this reason, Shen Feng even complained about him, don't you want to drink milk tea to become a master?

Yan Ci's expression was indifferent: "That's right, Cheng Jing scared you to death."

Shen Feng was speechless, thinking that this guy was indeed a beast in clothes.

However, there was an unexpected situation, the owner of the milk tea shop suddenly had something to do at home, he closed the shop and left without saying when he would come back.Yan Ci had no place to continue his summer job, and didn't want to find another place for the time being, so he started a daily lazy mode: go to the library every day, drink tea, write essays, practice calligraphy, and go to the river from time to time in the evening I caught a fish and turned my head to see that there was a row of old men sitting neatly next to me fishing, all of them had white beards and bald heads, their faces were ashen, and the sun was setting.

Yan Ci: "..."

"So you've turned on the old age mode now?" Gu Xuan couldn't help laughing when she heard Yan Ci's complaints on the phone.

"That's not true," Yan Ci ate melon seeds: "Professional elderly, as if fake."

As soon as Yan Ci finished speaking, he heard a "Beng—" on the phone, which made his hands tremble in fright.

"...What are you guys doing?"

The other end of the phone was quiet for two seconds, and then came Gu Xuan's calm voice: "Probably someone's gun went off again."

Yan Ci: "..."

When Gu Xuan said this, Yan Ci's originally calm heart did not calm down, and he couldn't help but think of the Pakistani security red alert issued by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the country that watched the news two days ago, reminding Chinese tourists to pay attention to safety.

"A real shot?"

"real."

Yan Ci was a little worried: "I said...the situation there is not good, how long will you stay before you leave..."

"I won't be here for long, and I'll leave in a week. Don't worry, the route I'm taking is well studied by me, and it's considered safe. Besides, there are friends here to support me, so you don't have to worry too much."

Yan Ci muttered in a low voice: "It's safe to shoot..."

Gu Xuan obviously heard what he said, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"You can still laugh..."

"If you want to hear me cry, it's quite difficult."

Yan Ci: "..."

"We have a time difference of three hours. You should be late now. Go and rest."

Yan Ci looked at the time, it was really late, it was almost one o'clock in the morning, so he didn't show any politeness to him, and went to sleep after saying hello.

Yan Ci is asleep, but Gu Xuan is not yet.

Summers in Pakistan are hot and the nights are slightly better.There was an occasional wind blowing on the balcony with heat, so Gu Xuan hung up the phone and went back to the house.He turned on the light and sat down at the table, taking out a photo from his bag.

The photo is a little old. It is a tall tower. Under the tower stands a young woman in a white dress. She lifts her sun hat with one hand, with a gentle smile on her face.

Gu Xuan looked at it for a while, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly. He turned to the back of the photo, and there was a line of delicate and beautiful handwriting written in a pen on it: I'm in Fort X□.

A few days later, a young man stood in front of a certain black tombstone in the castle. The young man put flowers on it, then squatted down, and looked at the tombstone quietly for a long time. On the tombstone was the very familiar tombstone. Chinese name: Wenjing.

When Gu Xuan was 16 years old, she was involved in a car accident. The injuries were not serious, but she fell into a coma for several days. The first person she saw when she woke up was Wen Jing.

At that time, Wen Jing was still a doctor in that hospital. She was wearing a white coat and sitting beside his bed. When she saw him wake up, she smiled gently: "I was injured and had a fever. I slept for three days, so I can be considered awake."

He still remembers that Wen Jing gently put her hand on his forehead, the cool temperature and delicate touch brought him back to his senses from a trance.Then he raised his eyes and met Wen Jing's eyes, which were gentle and clear, like spring river and clear water.

It was the first time a teenager met.

After many years, the person I met for the first time is already lying on the ground.

Gu Xuan stood up, looked up at the cloudless blue sky, and sighed for a long time.

This castle is really unfamiliar.

Yan Ci was packing up old things at home, besides a lot of old black history, he also found a quiet old photo.He stared at the old photo and couldn't help being dazed.

Teacher Wen is really good-looking, but such a good-looking person passed away so early.

He remembered that Wen Jing had told him before that she was a doctor before becoming a math teacher.But what about the doctor?Sometimes doctors don't heal themselves, go round and round, and leave because of incurable diseases.

Just when Yan Ci was recalling the past in a daze, a voice interrupted his thoughts: "Yan Ci, what is this?"

Yan Ci looked up, and it was Zhou Bailu who picked up the small-leaf red sandalwood box that Gu Xuan gave her and looked at it.

Originally, Yan Ci put away that thing, but today it would be a hindrance to clean up old things, so he released it. He thought he would put it away in a while, but when he looked at the photos, he forgot.

"This... this is a gift from a friend." Yan Ci was a little nervous.

"Friend? What kind of friend?" Zhou Bailu asked while looking at the box carefully: "Little leaf red sandalwood? Your friend is quite rich."

Yan Ci coughed lightly: "It's okay."

Seeing Yan Ci's embarrassed expression, Zhou Bailu didn't ask any further questions, and his desire to see what was in the box disappeared.She handed the box back to Yan Ci: "Since it is a gift from a friend, please keep it well. I think this thing is quite valuable. It would be a pity if it is broken."

"Okay...Mom."

When Yan Ci told Gu Xuan about this, Gu Xuan didn't have any special reaction, and just said to him, "Don't be nervous."

Gu Xuan's tone was not salty, enough to tell that he was not interested, not to mention that this matter would involve some stubborn ideas of the parents, Yan Ci didn't want to embarrass himself, so he ended the topic, just seeing Gu Xuan seemed to be in a bad mood, so she asked, "What's wrong?"

Gu Xuan also told the truth: "I paid homage to an old friend a few days ago."

old friend?Yan Ci suddenly thought that the purpose of Gu Xuan's trip was to pay homage to this old man, so he comforted him a few words.

"Gu Xuan, when are you going back to school?"

"Probably three or four days in advance."

"Then I'll be ready a few days earlier."

"Ok?"

"I want to see you in advance..."