live up to the morning light

Tomorrow's school is in a big city with heavy traffic.

Fortunately, Hongguang caught up with the car that arrived in the evening and arrived very early. The whole city hadn't woken up from sleep so early, and the roads were still sparse and empty.

Hongguang strode out of the platform, jumped into the first taxi in sight, and quickly reported the name of Mingchen School.

My elder brother obviously just came to work, and he is very energetic. When he caught Hongguang, he chatted: "Are you a student at that school? Oh no, I'm looking for a classmate! Then your classmate is really a top student, what major is he studying? "

Yun Yun.

Hongguang responded with one or two.

The strange local accent of the driver, and the strange street scene outside the car window, seemed to be the most obvious condemnation: You see, you are already in the first semester of college, and you actually came to see Mingchen for the first time.

It's... unforgivable.

Hiromitsu thought.

What will you think tomorrow morning?

Do you feel left out?

Will it be sad?

Do you feel that you have a new life and new friends in college, just...

Oh no, his relationship with Mingchen is not just "friends"...

Thoughts popped up one after another, flashed and faded away, disconnected from each other.

My mind is as crowded and chaotic as a train station during the Spring Festival travel season.

be terribly upset.

From the corner of the eye, the driver saw that his face was not looking good, and thought he was motion sick, so he slowed down a little, and gave him some motion sickness medicine: "Young man, the morning bus is coming in a hurry, did you not sleep well on the train?"

"Yeah." Hong Guang responded in a low voice - not only did he not sleep well, since he was hung up on the phone by Mingchen yesterday, it has been more than ten hours now, and he has not felt sleepy at all.

"Come here backwards," the driver's voice started to gossip, "I'm not here to find friends, but to find a girlfriend?"

Hong Guang reflexively wanted to deny it, thinking that there was nothing wrong with saying "girlfriend" in the current situation, so he nodded: "Yeah."

"Oh, long-distance relationship is really hard."

"It's hard for him," Hong Guang rubbed the space between his brows. "It's him who came to see me. This is the first time I've come to see him."

——He himself didn't know why he would suddenly say this to a stranger.Or maybe I really want to talk to people about Mingchen right now.

"Ah, that's not okay," the driver said, shaking his head, "When it comes to dating, boys should take the initiative! How can you keep letting girls run around? It's true love even if you haven't been dumped!"

"Uncle, you know a lot."

"That's right, people who have been here - let me tell you, young man, this is really not good, sooner or later people will get angry and ignore you."

"Uh..." Hongguang scratched his head, "I just got angry and came to make amends."

"Look, what am I talking about!" The driver uncle said "tsk tsk" twice, pointing to a real estate ahead and said, "Turn around and you will be there, don't worry."

Hong Guang looked at the name of the real estate that flashed by, his eyebrows jumped, and he asked the driver: "What's the name of this real estate?"

The uncle driver gave a name casually: "It's expensive as hell. It's rumored that one hundred thousand square meters can't be beat at the opening, but I can't afford it..."

Hiroshi let out an "oh".

Sure enough, he had seen the real estate he planned to buy before—Mingchen revealed his intention to stay in school for graduate school, and Hongguang looked at the houses around him...

He even plans to put in a few more financial investments, and then find a job around that is easier and gets off work early, and he can go home earlier in the evening to cook-because he feels that although the family is considered rich, it is not easy for two people to live together. I am always using my family's money...so...

Hiroko rubbed his temples again.

He had already reached the point where he subconsciously began to plan "how the two of them should live in the future", and actually prepared for it, but he didn't carefully clarify the reasons for it, and even put the cart before the horse and ignored what should have been in the cold. object of concern.

I just don't know how to complain about my brain circuit...

The distance and way of getting along with him that Mingchen gave him was too comfortable.

It has fostered his already serious "thinking inertia"-Hongguang suspects that if it is another person, he may not let him go to this point.

Thinking about it this way made Ming Chen feel even more distressed.

A person with such a heavy heart in the morning, without thinking too much, knows how far he will be misunderstood... How can I make him turn around again...

Hongguang thought about it, got out of the car and walked to the school gate—only then did he remember:

Mingchen University is closed management.

People outside the school must register their ID cards when entering the school gate.The "registration" and "release" only started at eight o'clock in the morning, so although he arrived at the school gate so early, he couldn't get in...

Hong Guang circled the school gate like a beast.

He took out his mobile phone and called Mingchen—still no one answered.

impatient.

can't wait...

He aimed at a small gap in the wall next to the school gate.

Fortunately, Hongguang is good at climbing over the wall.

Unfortunately, campus police are also pretty good at catching.

Five minutes later, Hong Guang was sitting in the school police room, thinking that this was the most irrational thing he had ever done—he had been floating outside with his father since he was a child, and he had always had a plan for advancing and retreating, and had a comprehensive plan for everything. Doing such an impulsive and dizzy thing once...

Before the person was seen, the ID card was confiscated first.

Really lost his wife and lost his army.

Just as he was regretting, he heard a familiar voice: "Hong Guang! Why are you..."

Looking up, Ming Chen was running in panting, his face flushed like an apple after exercising.

——Well, at least "Madame" didn't lose money.