Blood Earl and Millennium White Fox

At this time, it was the beginning of autumn, and the whole sky was blue and blue, as clean as if it had been washed. On the campus of Lanqing College, the emerald green was gradually replaced by golden yellow, and under the lazy autumn sunshine, it looked distant and clear.

A gust of breeze carries the heat that has not completely dissipated, lifts up the fallen leaves all over the ground, squints slightly, raises hands lightly, and gazes at the sky, then you can trace the trajectory of the sycamore leaves flying in mid-air, such a graceful posture, Willful and enchanting, but after all, it will return to dust.

Under a tall sycamore tree, a man in a white suit stood with his hands behind his back. His face was like a jade crown, his brows and eyes were soft, and there was always a faint smile on his mouth, which exuded from the inside out. Chaochen's charm, his slender body, seem to melt into this area, and there is a bleak autumn color in the indifferent.

This kind of indifference and bleakness, just like his temperament, is clear and transparent, supernatural and refined, but it always makes people feel inexplicable and lonely.

Probably, this is the loneliness of immortals...

Endless life, ageless face, but can not be exchanged, a complete heart, always feel that a piece is missing, but don't know, where to find that piece, in the long years, the scarred heart is finally indifferent to In desperate search.

Feng Yinxue recognized at a glance from a long distance away, this man who stood in the world of mortals, but seemed to be standing on the sky, and saw the warmth and coldness of life with cold eyes, for some reason, his heart hurt suddenly, and his eye sockets became a little hot, Not daring to look into the man's affectionate and soft eyes anymore, Feng Yinxue lowered her head, stepped on the sycamore leaves all over the ground, and walked towards him.

The corner of Hua Xuanlin's mouth still had that faint smile, staring at the person who was slowly approaching him, the person whom he put on the tip of his heart, suddenly, an inexplicable, slightly bitter taste came to his heart , almost made him unable to maintain the tenderness in his eyes.

Even though the distance between the two was only a few tens of meters, it seemed that they were so far away that they couldn't see the end. The face that could be touched by reaching out, but could not be stretched out, the arm that was suddenly heavy as if it weighed a thousand catties.

In the end, Hua Xuanlin smiled calmly and warmly, and the smile on the corners of his lips became obvious. That smile made people feel warmer than the warm sun in autumn, and more refreshing than the spring breeze in March. That is A kind of innocence that even the soul is baptized.

Hua Xuanlin let go of the hand behind his back, and stretched out to Feng Yinxue, his soft voice was more clear in this autumn day, he said, "Xue'er, good morning."

A simple greeting, for no reason, made Feng Yinxue feel that her heart was as heavy as a boulder. This affection, which seemed as light as water but as deep as the sea, made him at a loss as to what to do.

In the end, it was just to maintain this balance, because he couldn't afford any response.

Therefore, Feng Yinxue broke into a big smile, handed Hua Xuanlin's hand, and led him to the classroom, talking as she walked, her voice was as light and sweet as usual, "Brother Xuanlin, you Why are you here? You are here, what about Zhuxuan?"

"I'm also Xue'er's teacher now!" Hua Xuanlin Ren Fengyinxue pulled him along, and replied slightly mischievously, "I was hired as a visiting professor of the history department of Lanqing College, but I applied for the high school department. I'm going to take Xue'er to your class!"

Opening her eyes in surprise, Feng Yinxue turned her head to look at the man with crooked eyebrows and eyes smiling. She felt a strange feeling in her heart, like happiness, like sadness. Sure enough, Hua Xuanlin's existence is so special... However, no matter how special he is, he is just special, beyond the boundaries of teachers and friends, slightly ambiguous, but unable to achieve love.

At this moment, Feng Yinxue looked at the man's smile, and suddenly understood a truth. There will always be someone who is not a relative, not a lover, and is not actually a friend. I can only say the word "special", which is cruel but true.

However, this person will leave a firm but blurred figure in the lake of your life called Nianhua. His face may be slowly erased by the years, but the corners of his lips That gentle and slightly lonely smile will be engraved into the depths of your soul, melt into your bones and blood, and become an indispensable piece of pure land in your life.

And Hua Xuanlin is such an existence.

In an instant, Feng Yinxue couldn't help blurting out, "Hua Xuanlin, I will remember you forever, and you will always live deep in Xue'er's heart." Even if I don't love you, you use your forbearing tenderness to Another way, stationed in my heart.

Hua Xuanlin was taken aback for a moment, the smile froze at the corner of his mouth, an unbelievable joy flashed in his eyes, the burning sensation in his eyes seemed to burn him to death, he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't, he wanted to cry , couldn't cry, he just couldn't explain the excitement and embarrassment in his heart.

In the end, he could only hold Feng Yinxue into his arms with trembling hands, muttering to himself, "Don't reject me, just hug me for a while, it will be fine..."

Feng Yinxue felt the man who had always been calm, with trembling voice, trembling arms, and trembling body, hugging him with all his strength, his heart seemed to be bound by silk threads, and there were strands of sadness and pain. I couldn't help but hugged Hua Xuanlin back, tears instantly fell from the sockets like pure white pearls, the tears fell silently, but flowers bloomed all over the place.

I don't know how long it took before I heard the bell for class on campus. It was sharp and ear-piercing, and the two people who were intoxicated in a ray of sadness suddenly woke up. Feng Yinxue pushed Hua Xuanlin away, feeling a little embarrassed, her face flushed. Get flushed.

He raised his eyes to look at Hua Xuanlin, but saw that the other party was still calm, and suddenly felt a little depressed. Why is he always the most embarrassed? !

Glaring at Hua Xuanlin fiercely, Feng Yinxue turned around and ran to the classroom, her long black hair danced in the air, a sycamore leaf descended from the sky, intersecting with his flying hair, the sycamore leaf twirled The circle seems to be chasing the whirling black hair, but it finally flutters down and takes root.

However, Feng Yinxue didn't know that at the moment when he turned his back and left, Hua Xuanlin's eyes were full of reluctance and sadness. The back of his going away can only fall slowly in the end, full of the bleakness of loss.

Since the king came out, the bright mirror is dark and dead.Thinking about you is like running water, why is it too late?

Class Two (A) of High School is very lively today. One is that their great Master Yan suddenly returned after disappearing for a long time, which made them sigh, the Queen seems to have become, even more, enchanting?

It's not just that the tone is more arrogant, but the charming aura between the eyebrows and eyes seems to be getting stronger and stronger. Just one look can make people's legs weak, just when the students are about to speak out under Yan Jing's powerful aura. While spitting white foam, there was a ding-dong clear voice from the door, "Sorry, I'm late."

In an instant, everyone felt a stream of clear water flowing through their hearts, and they were much more awake. However, Yan Jing, who was still squinting slightly just now and exuding an endless evil spirit, instantly regained her scattered thoughts, walked to the door, and took the little fox's hand , Rourou asked, "Why is it so late? Didn't you go out early in the morning?"

Everyone was terrified in an instant. Even though they knew that Yan Jing doted on Feng Yinxue, they didn't expect that he could speak in such a "normal" way, smile so softly and softly, and his brows and eyes could emit such a gentle maternal brilliance? !This is really, really scary...

Feng Yinxue was stared at by the whole class, feeling a little embarrassed, she scratched her hair, "Uh... I met brother Xuanlin, I said a few more words, I... I'll go back to my seat first." Said After finishing, he immediately ran back to Zhang Meng and sat down, imitating Zhang Meng's appearance, reading with his head down, and not listening to anything outside the window.

Although this day was a thrilling one in the morning, in the later time, the students discussed enthusiastically about the topic of the school celebration. After all, it was safe and peaceful, and passed by...

When the school bell rang, Zhang Meng and Feng Yinxue looked up at each other, couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and laughed foolishly. The two stood up and walked towards the door, but they both froze at the same time.

But I saw a man with long silver hair leaning his back against the wall, with his legs crossed, and a cigarette dangling from his mouth. The smoke from the cigarette rose up, making the man's expression dim, shrouded in a misty cloud. Ambiguous, there is a strange sexy.

Seeing Feng Yinxue coming out, the man raised his head, curled his lips into a smile, threw away the still burning cigarette butt, took out a small and exquisite Sony Ericsson mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and handed it to Feng Yinxue, "Yinxue, are you still waiting?" Remember me? I'll return your phone."

Just when Feng Yinxue was about to speak, an unusually cold voice came, "Zhang Meng, come here."

Zhang Meng's body froze suddenly. He remembered this voice as cold as pearls. Looking against the light, the man was still in a neat school uniform, his hair was combed meticulously, and he exuded a serious aura. Feng Yinxue asked curiously. Ask Zhang Meng, "Who is he?"

"Uh...the student council president is Yang Lin's elder brother." Zhang Meng leaned close to Feng Yinxue's ear and whispered back.

It's just this whispering, seemingly intimate action, which immediately attracted two pairs of wolfish eyes, with aggressive gloom, the silver-haired man stepped forward first, took Feng Yinxue's hand gently but could not refuse, and walked out , and no matter how strong Feng Yinxue resisted.

Seeing Feng Yinxue being taken away, Zhang Meng was about to chase after him, but found that his arm was being pulled. Looking up, a pair of cold eyes were fixed on him. It turned out that the man had taken off his glasses at some point. , These are a pair of calm and frightening eyes, but because they are too sharp, it makes people feel like there is nowhere to hide.

Surprised, Zhang Meng was about to break free from the man's hand, but he heard the man's voice without the slightest emotion, faintly, "Yuan Yangyi."

"Yuan Yangyi?" Zhang Meng was stunned for a moment, but he didn't react for a moment, and repeated reflexively.

"Well, call me Yi." After finishing speaking, the man took Zhang Meng's hand and walked in another direction. The setting sun stretched their backs very long...

And just when Zhang Meng muttered the word "Yi" to himself, for some reason, an indescribable sense of familiarity came to his heart instantly, but this familiarity was accompanied by a suffocating, heartache.

For a moment, Zhang Meng couldn't help covering his heart with his hands, gasping for breath, buzzing in his head, the pain was splitting, as if there was something, just about to move, waiting, breaking out of the cocoon.

Before Zhang Meng fell into darkness, he seemed to hear a voice from a distant era that had been waiting for thousands of years. He cried out in pain, "Xiao Jin!"