Subian Kings Canyon

Chapter 1629 End of the Book
"What are you doing in a daze, hurry down, you're going to be late!"

With a strong push on his arm, Yan Huan came back from his trance, and stood on the side of the road in a daze, looking at the busy traffic in front of him, and that... so familiar face.

"Mother?"

The middle-aged woman frowned in disgust, and gave her a shudder, "What are you shouting for! I'll settle accounts with you when I get home at noon. The mobile phone is for you to check information. How dare you play games all night! "

Yan Huan suddenly turned her head to look at the big gilt characters on the brick red school gate. It was her high school. There were two rows of tall plane trees in front of the school gate. She complained about it the day before, and there were fluff everywhere. This turned out to be her real life. high school!

Is she dreaming or coming back?
She pinched her face in disbelief, grinning in pain.

Why did you come back suddenly?

"My brain is broken! You're going to be late, damn girl! Come in!"

Pushed hard from behind, Yan Huan stared at this unreal scene, and even felt that the system was playing tricks on her again.

She walked slowly on the concrete road, and the bell was about to ring for the morning reading class at 7 o'clock. Several students around were running fast with their schoolbags on their backs. The speed is still as fast as before, like flying an airplane.

It's her mother.

Why did you come back?
She really got rid of the control binding of the system completely, and came back?
The sharp and harsh morning reading bell rang suddenly, Yan Huan was still the same as before, startled by the sudden bell.

She numbly followed the running students to the teaching building, stepping on the stairs step by step, looking at the polished handrail, the sound of morning reading that had already begun, and the familiar mixed breakfast smell in the air .

So familiar, yet so distantly strange.

"You're late and you're leaving so awkwardly, you want the whole class to wait for you!"

Yan Huan raised her head suddenly, and saw the head teacher, she was still wearing the reddish-brown framed glasses, holding the textbook and teaching materials in one hand, and the tea-stained glass in the other.

The head teacher frowned, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Yan Huan shook her head dully, her eyes lost focus, she only felt that her heart was very empty.

How to walk into the classroom, how to turn out the books, how to mutter and recite the text stiffly, she is like a clockwork puppet, and it is difficult to accept all these strange things.

She came back as she wished, returned to the real world she had been thinking about, and returned to her relatives and classmates.

It seemed that the long part of the story in the middle never happened, it was just a long, complicated, weird and absurd dream of hers.

This dream clearly tormented her memory and made her heart feel uncomfortable.

The boy at the back table threw a ball of paper over, Yan Huan glanced at it from the corner of his eye, but ignored it.

The boy persisted in throwing another ball of paper, Yan Huan pursed his lower lip lightly, and buried his head even lower while studying.

Another ball of paper was thrown over, Yan Huan finally frowned and was about to explode.

The boy in the back seat grabbed her back and whispered, "Why don't you read my note!"

"Crazy." Yan Huan lowered his voice impatiently.

The boy in the back seat winked and gossiped, "I didn't write this, I passed it to you for someone else!"

"Don't look, don't bother me!"

"If you don't want to see it, I still want to see it. Open it! Open it! Show me!"

Yan Huan was so loud because of the beeping, so he grabbed the little note and was about to straighten it out for a look, when the sharp ringing of the bell and knocking on the window made Yan Huan tremble in fright, and was stared at by the head teacher familiarly. Feeling overwhelmed, she panicked and looked sideways at the window.

The person who knocked on the window opened the window lightly, his white fingertips trembling uncontrollably, those sharp and juicy eyes clearly concealed a deep love, and he was stunned when he looked at the eyes. The little girl's voice was unmistakably hoarse.

"So you look like this."

Before she had time to read it, the words on the note were delicate and long, and a line of poem was written gently.

"The clouds are deep and the evening is like wine, how can you not talk joyfully."

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