When he woke up, a beam of sunlight passed through the window and fell into his eyes. Chen Fuyun rubbed his eyes, habitually found a cigarette from the bedside table, lit it, took a few deep breaths, and then turned over and got out of the bed.

It was still early, and that guy Chen Gousheng seemed to have gone out early in the morning. Chen Fuyun got out of bed and opened the curtains. The bright sunlight penetrated through the window, warm and it was very comfortable and comfortable when shining on his body. He stretched and went out to wash.

Biyun was still preparing breakfast for everyone in the kitchen early in the morning. While Chen Fuyun was still brushing her teeth, she smelled the tempting fragrance of poached eggs.

Chen Fuyun, who was attracted by food, immediately remembered that he seemed to have not even had dinner last night, so he hurriedly washed up and sat at the dining table with a golden knife, and feasted at the breakfast that belonged to him.

Chen Sanmao sat opposite Chen Fuyun sleepyly, staring at the food in a daze. It seemed that he ate the buffet yesterday too greasy, and the oil in his stomach had not yet drained away, so he lacked food.

After Chen Fuyun had breakfast, he could not see the figure of Chen Gousheng, so he asked Chen Sanmao with some confusion: "Where did your Gousheng run early in the morning?"

Chen Sanmao rubbed his eyes and said, "It seems that the very beautiful sister who came yesterday sent someone to come to find him, and then said he was taking him to a villa."

Chen Fuyun laughed in silence: "So that's the case. This guy was really lucky after being cut off. He also lost his fortune in the east and won the same fate."

Chen Sanmao listened in a daze and asked curiously: "Uncle Fuyun, what are you talking about "East Fish" and "Mulberry Fish"? Can you eat it?"

Chen Fuyun gave him a blank look: "What I mean is an idiom. A bad guy, I just want to eat. That's right, you're not young anymore. If you look for time, you should find a place for you to go to school. Nowadays, you can't do it without learning or ignorance."

Chen Sanmao immediately turned his face down and said with a bitter look on his face: "Uncle Fuyun, I don't want to go to school in the city. If you want to learn calligraphy, I can't just learn from you? Brother Gou Sheng told me privately that you are the best person in our village."

Chen Fuyun smiled and said, "Don't let it be, you can only learn some basics. Is it a big deal to study? Or find a school, and learn some real knowledge from the teachers. It's just that. I'm going to make a decision. After two days of free time, I'll take you to find a nearby school."

Chen Sanmao was so sad that he wanted to argue, but when he saw his undisputed expression, he immediately didn't dare to say anything and started to bury his head to have breakfast.

Chen Fuyun smiled faintly. He had been busy with the game for a day yesterday, but he didn't want to go into the house so early to log in to the game.

So, he greeted Biyun, then went back to the house to change into a sportswear, and went downstairs alone to eat.

This time, Chen Fuyun did not go to the Suzhou Canal to practice boxing, but entered Suzhou University, like an ordinary student, running around the huge cāo field on the Suzhou University campus.

I have been out of campus for nearly six years and have been running on the standard 400-meter track again. The feeling of running with these students who like morning exercise is as if I was back to the student days that Chen Fuyun dreamed of more than once in her dream after she left the society.

At that time, after a night of online communication with me and my brothers, they would always go to the cāo field for a few laps.

It’s not because I love sports or exercise, but because the school beauties in high school always appear on the runway in the early morning.

The girl with a beautiful face, looks extremely pure and pretty, with long black hair running, and likes to practice in a morning exercise in a white sportswear. She is a girl who has been chasing Gao Fei, who has been known as the saint of love, for three years in high school.

When Chen Fuyun thought of the high school beauty who seemed to be named Su Ruoran, he inadvertently remembered that on many rainy afternoons, he bit his pen and wrote love letters for the love saint Gao Fei, and sent them to him. In the end, there was no news and the matter was left unresolved.

As he ran, a trace of evocative curve appeared in the corner of Chen Fuyun's mouth.

Chen Fuyun was recalling the past and was a little immersed. Until a little itchy feeling on his cheeks flew back and forth, he slapped his own face like a fly, and then he was a little surprised. At the beginning, there seemed to be a few silky hairs with a little fragrance.

Chen Fuyun looked at the source of his hair in surprise.

The eyes were filled with a side face that looked shattered, as bright as jade, as white as snow, almost flawless, and a black black hair was dancing casually following her running steps.

Chen Fuyun looked at her again. Her white sportswear set off the symmetrical shape of her body, with bulging and tilting backwards. Especially when exercising, the snow-white trembling on her chest exposed to the air can easily attract people's eyes directly.

Tang Xiaowu.

It seemed that he was looking at Chen Fuyun's slightly unscrupulous and very lasting gaze. Tang Xiaowu, who had the temperament of a campus goddess, pursed her lips in the wind, but did not stop. She turned her face and showed a brighter smile at Chen Fuyun, the guy: "What a coincidence, Chen Fuyun."

Chen Fuyun smiled brilliantly: "What a coincidence. It looks good."

"Hmm?" Tang Xiaowu seemed to hear the two words he said were coincidental.

Chen Fuyun immediately searched his heart and then came up with a praising sentence: "When you wear this outfit, you have a unique charm and a charming beauty."

Tang Xiaowu's eyes narrowed slightly and smiled beautifully: "Is it like Nie Xiaoqian in the Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio?"

Chen Fuyun nodded as if it were true and smiled: "Well, Nie Xiaoqian like Wang Zuxian."

Tang Xiaowu gasped slightly and said with a smile: "Who should I find as my Ning Caichen?"

Chen Fuyun replied with a smile: "If Miss Xiaoqian doesn't dislike her, I'm willing to do it for you."

Tang Xiaowu smiled and teased: "You have done it once. It's not qualified."

Chen Fuyun remembered the story in the cafe last time, touched his nose, and smiled embarrassedly, "Then I will still be the old demon of Black Mountain. Use my strength to rescue you from Ning Caichen's devil's cave."

Tang Xiaowu's beautiful eyes flashed and she said, "Is there such a plot in the Ghost Story of A Chinese Girl?"

Chen Fuyun smiled and said, "Of course... no. This is a brand new plot made up by me. How about it? Does Miss Xiaoqian look forward to me, the old demon, who bravely used magic to save you from the sea of ​​suffering, and then... that romantic plot with you?"

"Who is with me... that?" Tang Xiaowu first stared at him with a little confusion until she saw the teasing on his expression clearly, and raised her hand to yell: "Romantic, you big-headed ghost."

Chen Fuyun was like a swimming fish, running fast.

Tang Xiaowu held the thoughts of not letting go of this guy and followed him closely.

Chen Fuyun was in front and Tang Xiaowu was behind, and he ran around the huge cāo field tacitly, and ran for more than ten circles. Until many of Tang Xiaowu's followers were stunned, frightened and envious, the two stopped in panting. Chen Fuyun gasped for a few breaths and lay down on a clean grass.

Tang Xiaowu didn't lie down, standing beside Chen Fuyun, her bulging chest fluctuated and undulating with her breathing, and crystal beads of sweat hung on her delicate cheeks.

"Xiaowu, your shoelaces have fallen." Chen Fuyun lay down for dozens of seconds. When he got up, he saw Tang Xiaowu's pink sports shoes falling loosely on the ground.

"Do you want to tie it for me? If you tie it, you will be overwhelmed by the fact that you teased me just now." Tang Xiaowu's pretty face turned red. I don't know if it was because of long-distance running, or because she was shy about it after saying this.

"no."

"Why?"

“Because my shoelaces fell off.”

"Then I'll tie it for you."

When Chen Fuyun was still surprised by Tang Xiaowu's words, a fragrance was already coming from the tip of his nose.

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Chapter completed!