White Moonlight Second Capture Plan

Seven years ago, Mingcheng University.

The weather is getting cooler and the nights are getting longer and longer. The sunrise is delayed and delayed. When the mobile phone alarm buzzes and vibrates to wake up the sleeping people, it is still dark outside.

A light was turned on in the dormitory, and Huo Xixuan turned off the alarm, trying hard to open his eyes and look at the diffuse light on the ceiling, recalling that dream that was too sweet—it was just a dream.

If he continues to sleep, he may be able to retrieve that dream and continue to "enjoy";

But if he gets up now, then he can turn the dream into reality.

Weighing the two sides, the latter is naturally more cost-effective. He turned over and jumped out of bed, forgetting that this was not the big soft bed at home, and almost hit the ceiling.

—Today is “that” day.

Huo Xixuan's hair was messed up, one of his trousers was still rolled up, he was checking his backpack with a toothbrush in his mouth, and he had to carefully control the volume so as not to disturb his roommate who was not awake.

Mingcheng University’s conditions are already among the best in the country, but he is Huo Shixiao’s son after all, and he is really uncomfortable living there. He moved out when he was a freshman, and only came back occasionally when he checked the dormitory or stayed in school until late; when he was a junior, he lived with Zhong Yin. After that, no one cares about it here.

It is rare for him to live in the dormitory, but he is born with a communication ability, and he found out the current situation of the other three roommates last night.The first few months of senior year are the most difficult days for postgraduate entrance examination students, and the same is true for autumn recruits, only those who are admitted to graduate school and go abroad are relatively easy.There are four people in Huo Xixuan's dormitory, exactly in four states.

Those who take the postgraduate entrance examination and job hunting are as busy as tops, leaving early and returning late, and the time is still staggered, and it is rare to see each other under the same roof; the one who is in the postgraduate entrance examination of the school has already started a job for the new tutor, and basically lives in the laboratory.

The only one who is free is Huo Xixuan.

The one who was looking for a job came back last night, or at two o'clock in the morning this morning. Now he was snoring so loudly that he couldn't wake up from the thunder. The other one who took the postgraduate entrance examination had packed his books and was ready to go.

After washing up, he whispered, "What time is it?"

The roommate lowered his voice, though it was unnecessary: ​​"It's 05:30."

Huo Xixuan also learned to lower the volume: "Are you going to study by yourself?"

"Ah."

"It's hard work."

He said this sentence is not ridicule, but sincere admiration.

The roommate understood his character and smiled bitterly: "Where is your blessing."

Individuals have their own highlights, and individuals have their own sufferings.His roommate envies that he does not need to take the postgraduate entrance examination, does not need to find a job, and does not need to worry about his future. He envies that his family is well-off (or the word rich is far from enough to describe) and the conditions are superior. How many fathers will always be dissatisfied, envious of roommates who can openly lead their girlfriends and tell their parents to tell everyone that I will marry her after graduation.

he can not.He can't even walk on campus with his beloved in his arms. He can only hug him intimately if he escapes to another city where no one knows them.

That's why he got up so early today.

It's useless to talk more.Lonely students are already going out, and with breakfast time, there will be no good seats in the library if they go late.

Before leaving, the roommate bumped fists with him: "I can't help you with anything, forgive me for being selfish, and I can't share your good luck in the postgraduate entrance examination, so I wish you all the best."

The blueprints for the future can't draw the outline yet, and the success of all wishes is just a wish after all.He watched his roommate walk into the dim light, and turned back to his own route.

When Huo Xixuan rushed to the agreed place with his bag on his back, Zhong Yin was already waiting there.

He seemed to have just woken up not long ago, and he hadn't returned to his usual clear state of being a top student. He complained in a soft voice, "Why is it so late."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Huo Xixuan always liked Zhong Yin's appearance when he just woke up, and kissed his forehead, "I'm going to buy you breakfast." He picked up the bag like a treasure, "And your favorite egg yolk cake .”

"Is the door open at this point?"

"...Yes. Hurry up, or you won't be able to catch the bus."

He faltered in the past, and Zhong Yin didn't ask any more questions, let alone knowing that Huo Xixuan was doing this for this reason.

How much effort was spent on the egg yolk shortbread that got up early and was freshly baked, and I gave the other party a lot of money to make it freshly baked at this time, and even arranged a car to deliver it. Compared with the price it should have, the added value is indeed higher several grades.

And what he did was just to give Zhong Yin a good start to his day.

Mingcheng surrounded the imperial capital, and it was not far away. The nearest station can be reached within an hour.However, it is such two adjacent cities, but the difference between the two can be felt immediately after getting out of the car.The imperial capital is just like the royal family it guards, gorgeous and indifferent.

——However, sometimes this kind of indifference is a good thing. No one cares about their unconventional behavior in Ming City.

From the time they got off the car, the two people held hands and never let go.

They wandered on the street for a while, and suddenly the cordon was pulled up in front of them, and there was the sound of horns in the distance.

It seems to be a big battle.Huo Xixuan asked the people next to him: "What's the matter? What happened?"

The man looked at him: "You are not a local, are you?"

Huo Xixuan nodded honestly.

The man was very calm: "It's nothing, it's just the royal motorcade passing by."

"Royal".These two words are both familiar and unfamiliar to people from other places.Familiarity is familiarity because they will always be engraved into various oaths, appear on the headlines of various news media, and hang on the lips of people chatting; unfamiliar, it is also very simple, most people outside the imperial capital, in this life. Didn't get a chance to see the royals in person.

The members of the royal family lived in secluded places on weekdays and rarely appeared in the public eye; if the city of Ming had been surrounded by water, few people would stop here deliberately for what to do.

However, a city as big as the imperial capital is certainly not composed of only local residents. The curiosity of tourists and travelers has not weakened, and it is still surrounded by several floors.

The person who inquired before was very enthusiastic, and explained to the two strangers: "The car that cleared the way in the front is the car of the military department. Here, the silver one, if you see it, it belongs to the Marshal. Marshal Lu."

Today’s marshal’s surname is Lu—in fact, this sentence is very redundant. There are different people in lieutenant generals and generals, but there is only one marshal in an era, just like the emperor has only one, and the marshals of each era are all surnamed Lu. The Lu family is Guardian of the royal family and the entire country.

"Then, what about that?" Zhong Yin also came over.

The marshal's car was followed by another car, which was very eye-catching red, which was particularly disharmonious in the relatively dark and solemn convoy.

"That one..." The speaker's tone was mixed with some playfulness, "It's the son of the marshal."

As soon as the words were finished, half of the rear window of the red car was lowered, revealing the side face of the next generation marshal, with handsome and tough lines and awe-inspiring temperament.

The crowd of onlookers let out a small cry.

Whether you have already passed by before or look behind you, even the emperor's own cars are all just dignified black, and none of them are painted with colorful paint.Being able to be unconventional on such occasions shows the strength of the Lu family.

The three powers of the country are separated. In name, the military exists to assist and protect the royal family, but in fact it is the branch of national power.It is not an exaggeration to say that the Lu family is "another royal family".

It was not the first time for Huo Xixuan to meet Young Master Lu. The imperial capital and Mingcheng had a close relationship, and the high-level officials often walked around, and the "second generations" would always have some occasions to meet.However, it was the first time for Zhong Yinzai, who could only see the royal family on the TV network before.

Seeing him staring intently, Huo Xixuan had a strange feeling in his heart: "Why, is he so handsome?"

Zhong Yin was stunned for a moment, understood what he meant casually, and teased him: "Yes, he is really handsome. The real person is more handsome than the photos on the Internet, and he has a good figure."

"You can see your body even if you show your face." Huo Xixuan turned his head away angrily.Naturally, the body shape of a soldier cannot be exercised in the gym. The Lu family occupies half of the country, and Young Master Lu himself is indeed unparalleled in beauty. Thinking about it this way, the conditions that he is usually proud of are not that good.If Zhong Yin really...

Seeing that he had fallen into a strange quagmire, Zhong Yin hurriedly shook him, held the face of this brainless guy, and squeezed his cheeks into the shape of a big-faced cat: "What are you thinking, no matter how handsome you are, you can still compare to you Who can compare to our handsome and unrestrained style in Yushu Linfeng?

Unruly Master Huo who looks like Pan An? "

A series of bombardment of idioms made Huo Xixuan laugh, and he kissed back with this gesture: "It's good that you know."

The last time Zhong Yin came to the imperial capital was during his freshman year vacation, and he was with Huo Xixuan.This place is unfamiliar to him, so he can't find Huo Xixuan anywhere, and the other party's mobile phone is still with him, and a chilling fear rises from the soles of his feet:

—they got separated.

Two adults in their twenties with full self-care ability said that they were "lost", even if they went to the police, they would not be accepted.

But in this huge city, the daily traffic of just one business district is not a small number, and finding someone is like finding a needle in a haystack.Where is he going to find Huo Xixuan?Who can I ask for help?

He looked around in a daze, and everyone was hurrying, as if they were wearing the same factory-set mask.Mingcheng has a prosperous economy, feasting, and has always been famous for being romantic and unrestrained. Zhong Yin, who grew up in Mingcheng, was unfamiliar with the austerity and coldness of the imperial capital.

Just as he was turning around in a hurry, a life-saving voice sounded from behind again: "Xiaoyin!"

Zhong Yin never felt that his voice calling his name was so beautiful.

"What did you do?"

"Sorry, I just met a few people I know over there just now."

"Oh." Zhong Yin nodded.

In fact, it wasn't just just now, during the journey here today, Huo Xixuan was absent-minded from time to time, typing quickly, the content on the screen deliberately avoiding him, or answering the phone at a place where he could not hear.This has never been done before.

Of course he was very happy when Huo Xixuan brought him here to play. They had been dating for two years, and there were very few disputes between them.He knew that the natural barrier between himself and Huo Xixuan might never be crossed in his whole life.

He knew very well that he would not be Huo Xixuan's destination.

Maybe it's a... breakup trip?

Zhong Yin was tangled up here, not noticing that the people next to him also looked anxious.

Huo Xixuan suddenly hooked his finger and said, let's go, I'll take you to a place.