Returning to my senior year of high school before college, I became addicted to dating.

Afterwards, Zhao Lulu nestled in his arms, and Lin Feng was fully awake. He looked at the ceiling and sighed.

Why would you do this?

Zhao Lulu was still panting heavily, her face was flushed, and there was sweat on her forehead, but her eyes were full of satisfaction.

"Boss, it was worth it."

Lin Feng ruffled her hair: "Are you silly?"

"Silly," Zhao Lulu buried her face in his chest, "but I'm willing."

After a while, she spoke again: "Boss, will you fire me?"

"Won't."

"When you go to Beijing, will you still remember me?"

Lin Feng thought for a moment and said, "Of course I remember."

Zhao Lulu smiled and hugged his waist tightly.

It was already past midnight, and dawn was approaching.

Zhao Lulu was exhausted and fell asleep first. Her breathing was even, and a triumphant smile still lingered on her lips.

Lin Feng stared at the ceiling, his mind racing like a movie—he felt that he must have been a monk in his past life, and a bachelor in his previous life, and that God was giving him a bonus in this life.

He picked up his phone, glanced at it, and saw that Tiger had sent him a text message:

"Brother Feng, are you home yet? I fell asleep on the table and just woke up. This crappy place is impossible to get a taxi at night!"

Lin Feng replied, "We've arrived. You should head back soon."

Tiger replied instantly: "Damn! You left without even saying goodbye. Zhao Lulu is gone too, did you two leave together?"

Lin Feng did not reply.

A little while later, Tiger posted another message: "Hahaha, I get it. Feng is awesome. Goodnight."

Lin Feng put down his phone and closed his eyes.

Zhao Lulu rolled over and snuggled into his arms, muttering something that was unclear.

Lin Feng held her in his arms and fell asleep as well.

At 6:30 a.m., the sky in Huanan County was just beginning to brighten, with a pale white glow appearing in the east and a half-moon still hanging in the west.

Lin Feng was woken up by his phone vibrating.

Zhao Lulu lay down next to him, sleeping like a child, her mouth slightly open.

He glanced at his phone; it was a text message from Huo Shanshan: "I've arrived. Where are you?"

Lin Feng tiptoed out of bed, picked up his pants from the floor and put them on, then went to the bathroom to wash his face.

When he came out, Zhao Lulu was still asleep. He hesitated for a moment, counted out five hundred yuan from his wallet and put it under his pillow, but then felt it was inappropriate and picked it up.

Leaving money behind is like asking someone to patronize a prostitute; it's a bit hurtful, so let's forget about it.

He went out, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the online entertainment center.

Huo Shanshan stood at the door, wearing a light blue long dress, her hair down, carrying a plastic bag containing soy milk and steamed buns.

When she saw Lin Feng get out of the taxi, she was stunned for a moment and looked him up and down.

His clothes were wrinkled, there was a patch of dust on the knee of his pants, and his hair was a mess, like a bird's nest.

"What did you do last night? You looked like you'd fallen into a sauerkraut jar!"

Lin Feng remained expressionless: "Sigh... don't mention it, I drank too much last night."

Huo Shanshan glanced at him suspiciously, but didn't ask any more questions. She handed him the plastic bag.

"Eat it while it's hot; the soy milk has no sugar."

Lin Feng took the bag, took out the soy milk, took a sip, and winced as it was scalding hot.

Huo Shanshan looked at him, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, but she quickly suppressed it.

"What time are you leaving?" she asked.

"Seven o'clock."

Huo Shanshan glanced at her phone; it was 6:40.

She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, took a step forward, reached out and grabbed Lin Feng's collar, pulled him down, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him.

A long French kiss.

An elderly woman who was buying groceries saw this and dropped the chives she was holding.

As he picked it up, he muttered, "These young people nowadays, gnawing on things so early in the morning, aren't they afraid of having bad breath?"

Huo Shanshan heard this, her face turned as red as a ripe apple, she pushed Lin Feng away and took a step back.

She lowered her head, tidied her hair, and said softly, "Call me when we arrive."

"Um."

"Don't cause trouble when you get to Beijing."

"Um."

"Don't flirt with female classmates."

"Um."

Huo Shanshan looked up and glared at him: "Don't just say 'yes,' you should actually agree."

Lin Feng laughed and said, "Promise what? Not to flirt with female classmates? What if I flirt with female teachers?"

Huo Shanshan kicked him in the shin, not hard, but Lin Feng cooperated by letting out a "ouch".

Huo Shanshan turned to leave, but after a couple of steps she turned back, her eyes a little red, but she didn't cry. She waved to him.

"Go, don't let me see you leave, it will hurt me."

After saying that, she went into the store without looking back.

Lin Feng hailed a taxi and went to the restaurant to pick up his car.

When they arrived at her doorstep, Zhang Min had already carried her luggage downstairs: a large suitcase and a backpack.

She was wearing loungewear, her hair was casually tied in a bun, and she wasn't wearing makeup, but her skin was glowing white.

Lin Feng got out of the car, and Zhang Min went over to help him put the suitcase into the trunk.

She closed the trunk, turned around, and looked at Lin Feng.

The two stared at each other for three seconds without saying a word.

Then Zhang Min walked over, put her arms around his neck, and gave him another long French kiss.

The kiss was deep and slow, as if savoring something they couldn't bear to finish.

It's that old lady with the chives again.

Coincidentally, she also lives in this neighborhood and just happened to be back.

She rubbed her eyes, looked at the scene, and muttered:

"Am I seeing things? Wasn't this same guy just now hugging and kissing some girl in the street? And less than twenty minutes later, he's with another one?!"

The old lady's values ​​were completely shattered.

Zhang Min let go of Lin Feng, her eyes reddening, and reached out to straighten his shirt collar.

"Hurry up, don't keep your grandma waiting."

Lin Feng got into the car, started the engine, and saw Zhang Min standing at the entrance of the building in the rearview mirror. She didn't go in and watched him walk away.

Lin Feng first went to his maternal grandmother's house.

The old lady was sitting in the yard sorting through cardboard boxes, with a storytelling performance of "The White-Browed Hero" playing on the radio next to her.

Seeing Lin Feng enter, he said irritably, "So you finally decided to come back. You were leaving tomorrow, weren't you?"

"Grandma, we're leaving today."

Grandma paused her work, glanced at him, and her eyes held a lot of emotions.

"Study hard when you get to Beijing, don't fight, don't skip classes, and don't make your parents come to the teachers' office."

"Grandma, I'm in college now, so I don't need to call my parents anymore."

Grandma nodded: "Oh! That's right, they're in college now, they're adults."

"Grandma, you're in good health. When I make a lot of money, I'll bring you to live in Beijing."

"What's so great about Beijing? It's so crowded, with people and cars everywhere, and you can't even find anyone to talk to."

Raymond Lam was speechless.

Grandma stood up, patted her apron, and went inside.

After a while, he came out with a red cloth bag in his hand and handed it to Lin Feng. Lin Feng opened it and saw a thousand yuan, all brand new hundred-yuan bills, tied with rubber bands.

"Grandma, I have money..."

"Your money is yours, this is Grandma's thoughtfulness." The old lady pressed the red cloth bundle into his hand. "Don't tell your mother, or she'll start nagging again."

Lin Feng looked at the stack of money, and his nose felt a little sore.

He stood up, bent down, and kissed his grandmother on the cheek.

The old lady tried to dodge, but failed and was kissed squarely. Her face showed disgust, but the corners of her mouth were turned up in a smile.

"Alright, alright, stop this nonsense. It's like a tragic farewell in a TV drama. Hurry up and go, don't keep me from feeding the chickens."

Lin Feng was pushed out of the yard by his grandmother, and he shook his head with a smile. Women, no matter how old, all like to say one thing and mean another.