Genius commoner

Chapter 823

In the capital city in May, the heat began to flow, and the high-rise buildings became more impetuous, but the tourists continued to come and go as usual.

The cracks caused by the collision of modernization and long history impact people's visual beauty, and it is also a shortcoming of the capital, a thousand-year-old capital, but it does not affect its uniqueness. At the foot of the emperor, it is always more majestic and magnificent than other cities. Style, and a cognition that the common people deeply agree with, hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

No one can be sure that the girl who is still playing and singing in the alley today will not be popular in the north and south of the river in the next moment, and no one can say that the wretched uncle wearing slippers and biting ice cream is not a VIP of Citibank, even passing by on the street The car may also be filled with important people, the capital city, too many miracles, fulfilling too many people's dreams.

However, not everyone can become the darling of this city, and it is even more impossible for everyone to take root in the capital and make a fortune. Many people succeed, but many more fail. The [-]/[-] rule applies to any industry, but there is one place , most of the citizens of the capital city and even the people of Longshuo firmly believe that they are the proud sons of heaven and the pillars of the future.

Beijing University, the educational totem in the hearts of Longshuo people.

The former Capital University Hall is now one of the oldest and most famous institutions in Longshuo. No matter how Longshuo develops its economy, how rich it is, and how many people go abroad to study, it will always be a benchmark for Longshuo universities and a temple for students. The temple of parents, it is undeniable that the students who enter here are definitely the favorites among more than one billion people.

The catkins are flying, the sun is setting, and it is another sunset.

Weiming Lake, surrounded by green trees and the sound of reading, used to be a corner of Shuchun Garden, the residence of the giants of the Qing Dynasty. With the passage of time, the accumulation and admiration of teachers and students has evolved into a symbol of Beijing University just like Boya Tower. Maybe it The humanistic atmosphere accumulated for more than a hundred years, people who do not belong to Beijing University, stop by the lake, will probably have the mood of a pilgrimage.

Pious, excited.

At this moment, in the gazebo by the lake, a young man in white is sitting on a stone bench, holding a book of "Macroeconomics" in his hand, flipping through it peacefully, but it gives the impression that he is not reading, but examining, because reading , It’s just a general browsing, but inspection can discover the content behind each word, and understand the spirit contained in it.

Half of the body of the young man in white was covered by the setting sun. In the mottled golden color, his figure remained upright, but in the uprightness, there was a sense of leisurely and dignified, leisurely like the green willow not far away, Fu Ang is self-satisfied with the interest of heaven and earth, as dignified as mountains in the clouds, with unfathomable deep thoughts.

These two feelings were originally a kind of contradictory opposition, but in the body of the young man in white, they were harmoniously unified.

This is a good place to study, but many Peking University students holding books can't get close. It's not the young man in white who has a strong aura, but the bodyguards in shirts scattered around, blocking all strangers from approaching. Undoubtedly, the student was at a loss, puzzled and even complained angrily, but in the end he bowed his head and left.

These bodyguards all carried guns.

A gust of wind blew over, sweeping up the ripples in the lake water and the pages of the book in the young man's hands. The refreshing breeze made him take his eyes back from the book, then took a deep breath, raised his head and looked at the straight Boya Tower , muttering to himself: "Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and seeing Nanshan leisurely, these days are really leisurely."

"I don't know what happened to Mo Qixiong and the others?"

The young man in white is Ye Zixuan. After Hua Hai took out the bullet and met his mother, he was secretly sent to Beijing University to recuperate by Jin Yiling. A small courtyard vacated by the leaders of Beijing University covers an area of ​​more than 500 square meters. They are all national treasures, and they have never been in vain. Jinyi leaving him here can indeed cover up a lot of eyes and ears.

This is the residence. It can be called house arrest or protection. The house arrest is because Jin Yi does not allow him to have any contact with the outside world. The TV, mobile phone, and Internet are all cut off, and no one is allowed to visit Ye Zixuan. In the yard, only Furniture and books, when it comes to protection, the guards stick to him around the clock, preventing him from being harmed in the slightest.

Ye Zixuan endured this kind of life, and endured the even more daunting loneliness in the mountains, but he had a lot of concerns in his heart, he didn't know how far the game between the parties was, and he didn't know if Mo Qixiong and the others were okay, so This kind of leisurely life can never be too indifferent: "I don't know when this kind of life can end."

"Young Master Ye, it's almost dark, should we go back?"

When Ye Zixuan put down his book and picked up a thermos to drink tea, the middle-aged woman called Sister Miao walked in from the shadows and asked Ye Zixuan respectfully. Although they restricted Ye Zixuan from contacting the outside world, The places for daily free activities are also limited, but it does not mean that they are not polite and polite to Ye Zixuan.

Ye Zixuan thought of the cold courtyard, rubbed his head, glanced at the setting sun and smiled, "Sister Miao, it's only 05:30, and it's still an hour before dark, I'm not hungry, let me breathe a little more here Fresh air." He sighed: "In case I am convicted of a crime in the future, this is my last freedom."

Ms. Miao glanced at her watch. It was 05:30. She was slightly surprised by Ye Zixuan's judgment on the time, and then chuckled: "Young Master Ye doesn't want to go back, so let's stay with Young Master Ye for a while. We are also rare, but Ye Shao doesn’t need to worry about the future, I believe that Zhongyang believes in the commander-in-chief, and will definitely give you a fair judgment.”

Ye Zixuan let out a hearty laugh when he heard the words, then closed the book, and responded playfully: "In these days, it is better to believe in strength than to believe in anything. Sister Miao, just ask, if I am not backed by the Ye family, what else will I do?" Is there a game between all parties now? Can I still read here safely? I am afraid that I will be killed early to calm my anger."

The corner of Sister Miao's mouth twitched, and then she sighed: "Young Master Ye, I'm just a rough person, I don't understand officialdom, I don't understand politics, so I don't dare to criticize."

"Okay, let's not talk about state affairs."

Ye Zixuan put the books and thermos into a bag, and a black-clothed bodyguard stepped forward to help Ye Zixuan lift up the things. Ye Zixuan didn't insist on anything, and smiled slightly at Sister Miao: "The book is very good." Eighty-eight, there is still a little time, let's go around Beijing University, so as not to stay for a week without getting a glimpse of the whole picture."

Sister Miao hesitated for a moment, finally nodded, and turned her left hand: "Young Master Ye, please."

Three minutes later, Ye Zixuan took Sister Miao for a leisurely stroll, but his leisurely complacency made the nerves of more than a dozen inconspicuous bodyguards tense. Although he felt that no one would attack Ye Zixuan, he was not afraid of many things In case, I'm afraid of 3, especially now that it's the peak time after school and the flow of people is increasing, so I have to be on guard.

Although Sister Miao walked beside Ye Zixuan, her gaze never relaxed. Like the rest of the bodyguards, she focused on protecting Ye Zixuan's safety. The group walked for half an hour, and when they arrived at the Peking University Peace Stadium, Ye Zixuan slightly He raised his head and looked at the stadium ahead, which was constantly cheering, and approached with a touch of interest.

Sister Miao whispered, "Young Master Ye..."

Ye Zixuan waved his hands lightly, pulling a little distance away, somewhat unaccustomed to being hugged, smiled lightly: "It's okay, I have a sense of proportion."

Just when Ye Zixuan leaned forward curiously with his hands behind his back, an object shot out from the side without any warning, extremely fast and with great power, Ye Zixuan instinctively dodged forward, and at the same time swept his right foot, bang!With a loud noise, the lasing object accelerated instantly, flying tens of meters like a cannonball, and slamming into the cheering crowd in front of it.

During the flight, Ye Zixuan took a look and smiled wryly.

football.

A tall boy in a football uniform stared dumbfounded at the disappearing football, and then looked at Ye Zixuan who was full of apology. Sensitive, while apologizing to the tall boy: "Sorry, I'm a little stronger."

"Let me help you get the football back."

Ye Zixuan was very happy to take responsibility for himself. Although the ball almost hit him, he shouldn't have kicked it tens of meters away. At the same time, he raised his head to look at the cheering crowd, worried that the ball would knock down the flowers and plants. , So after waving to Sister Miao and the others, Ye Zixuan ran forward swiftly, which can be regarded as a exercise.

As soon as he got close to the huge crowd holding up their mobile phones to take pictures, Ye Zixuan heard a roar from the middle: "Who the hell threw the ball here?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's me, did you hurt anyone? I'm responsible!"

Ye Zixuan responded with an apologetic face, and quickly squeezed in from the students, and soon he squeezed to the front, he found countless pairs of eyes staring at him, men and women all looking at him, and one of them contained anger, just thinking While speaking, he saw the football spinning on the ground, glanced at it, and secretly exclaimed that he had caused trouble, and nine hundred roses arranged in love were a mess.

Football, directly tearing love into two halves.

(End of this chapter)